Greeted by the gorgeous and majestic royal guard of honor, Misha stepped into the palace step by step with an elegant step that made all nobles unable to find fault, and walked towards the political hall that symbolized the imperial power of the empire.
The degree of centralization of the Orma Empire is not that high, so this political hall is naturally different from the imperial power of China! After entering the hall, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge round table located in the center of the hall.
, a bright red and gorgeous seat is facing the door. At the same time, a ray of light shines down from the dome of the hall and falls right on that seat, highlighting its unique status!
That unique seat is undoubtedly very imaginative! Needless to say, Pan Sen, many nobles couldn't help but think about it after seeing that seat, imagining that they could sit on that seat and become the whole world.
Master of the empire!
But soon, the voice of Archduke Feo broke everyone's illusions. He shouted loudly: "Please take a seat, Your Royal Highness!"
At this time, Misha was a little nervous. She didn't know which seat she should sit on, and she immediately subconsciously looked for help. However, her look for help was not directed at Duke Glenford or Fei.
Grand Duke Ao looked at Lin Zheng instead.
Meeting the girl's gaze, Lin Zheng couldn't help laughing. What's the use of this silly girl, according to your empire's rules, asking me for help?! But that's what it is, for this girl to think of herself at the first moment, Lin Zheng
Zheng was still very happy! After his expression calmed down, he quietly pointed to the throne. Although he didn't know the rules of the Orma Empire, in this case, in Lin Zheng's opinion, this was the only seat.
That’s what suits Misha!
After receiving Lin Zheng's reminder, Misha immediately felt at ease, and immediately took elegant steps. Under the gazes of pairs of eyes that were either complicated or jealous, he walked step by step towards the throne that symbolized the supreme imperial power.
After turning around magnificently, he sat down gently. At this moment, the last bit of persistence in the hearts of some nobles was finally completely shattered! At this moment, Misha's past background was no longer important, she was now
She has only one identity, and that is the princess of the Orma Empire, the first successor to the imperial power!
If it were those silly girls like Xiaomeng, they would have been confused by this scene. Politics is something that those silly girls simply cannot think about with their simple minds! Fortunately, Misha has been exposed to some things since she was a child, plus
I haven't been together with Lin Zheng for a long time, and I haven't been spoiled by this good-for-nothing brother, so I can still cope with it at least twice!
"Gentlemen, please take your seats!"
As Misha's voice fell, the ministers who had come back to their senses respectfully shouted: "Thank you, Your Highness, Princess!" Then, the ministers spontaneously divided into two rows, one on the left and the other on the right.
The round table finally sat consciously in their place according to their status in the empire, and the round table was so big that even after all the ministers sat down, there was still nearly one-third free.
seat.
Archduke Feo and Duke Glenford sat on the left side of Misha, while Panson and another regent sat on the right side. The two sides formed a rivalry. After sitting down, the tit-for-tat glances never stopped.
, although there is an element of acting in this, but both sides really dislike each other! Archduke Feo knows very well that the one who gets the most shit on him is Pan Sen! If I don’t disgust you to death today,
My name is not Fiona Fio!
Just when the two sides were facing each other, an old minister suddenly stood up on the left side, which instantly aroused the thoughts of everyone present. After the minister saluted the ministers and Misha without sadness, his expression became serious.
.
"Dear colleagues! It has been nearly a month since His Majesty the Emperor was assassinated. His Majesty the Emperor is now deteriorating. His life is in danger and he may die at any time."
When the minister said this, bursts of sighs suddenly sounded in the hall. Of course, how many of them were lamenting for the emperor's condition is a matter of opinion! The old minister ignored the sighs at the scene and continued: "Your Majesty's life is in danger, and he has already died.
He is unable to handle any affairs of the empire. Fortunately, the regents have worked hard to keep the machine of the empire running! However, the country cannot be without an owner for a day. Now His Majesty the Emperor is unable to handle the affairs of the empire and may fall at any time. According to the tradition of the empire,
, At this moment, the emperor’s blood relative and the first heir to the throne will be chosen to succeed the emperor! Now, the identity of Princess Misha, his majesty’s blood relative and the first heir to the throne, has been confirmed.
Here, in the name of the Imperial Minister of Etiquette, I issue an emergency succession request for the Empire. From now on, Princess Micha will inherit the throne of the Empire as the first heir to the throne. Now, all colleagues present, please ask for this urgent request.
Express your respective opinions on the inheritance request. If the number of people who agree is more than two-thirds of the people present, then this emergency inheritance request will be officially adopted and take effect!"
After that, the Minister of Etiquette and Law looked around the round table without sadness or joy. Then the Minister of Etiquette and Law took out an hourglass and placed it on the round table. "Use this hourglass to time the time. When the sand falls out, the vote will end. Now, please."
Colleagues, start voting!”
As soon as the Minister of Etiquette finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. Many ministers immediately started whispering. From time to time, their eyes would fall on the hourglass with sand constantly flowing, and their eyes were full of hesitation and other complicated questions.
look.
Justice Feo planned to be the first person to approve the approval, but he didn't expect that there was someone faster than him, and this person was not even Duke Glenford, but Panson!
"I agree!" Pan Sen raised his hand and shouted loudly, "Since Princess Misha has confirmed her orthodox royal bloodline, now that His Majesty the Emperor is dying, she should inherit the throne of His Majesty the Emperor!"
Pan Sen's opening could be regarded as a signal to his comrades. Immediately, his bastard regent also issued a declaration of approval. Later, many of his partisans spoke out one after another, expressing their approval for Misha's succession to the throne.
Archduke Feo was stunned when he saw it.
By the time Archduke Feo came to his senses, Pan Sen and his party members had all voted, and everyone agreed. Just like that, Misha had already received one-third of the votes!
After coming back to his senses, Archduke Feo was a little unhappy. Although in general, Pan Sen's reaction was as expected by his side, but the power Pan Sen showed at this time could not be ignored.
People are frightened! Archduke Feo never imagined that one-third of the entire imperial court would be in the hands of Pan Sen! This is an extremely huge force, even if Schiffman and the others are still alive at this moment
, seeing this scene, his face turned ugly!
Seeing the reaction of Archduke Feo, Pan Sen finally showed a smile of ridicule and pleasure on his face. Do you see it? This is the power of Pan Sen. You are just a idiot, and you can imitate others in fighting for the throne. You have this
Capital?!
"Grand Duke Feo!" Pan Sen said with a sneer, "What's your opinion?"
After coming back to his senses, Archduke Feo clenched his teeth unwillingly, and immediately slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Do I still need to say my opinion?! I personally welcomed Princess Misha back. If it weren't for
Let Her Royal Highness the Princess come back to inherit the throne, why should I bother so much!"
"After all that, what about your vote?"
"You——!" Archduke Feo was so angry that he gritted his teeth for a while, but finally raised his hands angrily, "I agree with Princess Misha's inheritance of the throne!"
After hearing this, Pan Sen sneered and snorted, then turned away and ignored Archduke Feo. He knew very well that ignoring Archduke Feo's words at this time would be the biggest blow to him! Young people, compare
I can’t hold my breath!
Archduke Feo was indeed so angry with this guy that he almost went crazy on the spot! Fortunately, when he was about to go crazy, Lin Zheng, who was standing next to Misha's seat, woke him up with just a flick of his finger.
He, this idiot, doesn't want others to provoke you to lose your mind!
After Lin Zheng's reminder, Archduke Feo finally suppressed his anger. Seeing that he gradually calmed down, Duke Glenford next to him breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the city is still too shallow.
Brat, if his father, the old Duke Feo, were here, he wouldn't be so angry with Pan Sen!
After breathing a sigh of relief, Duke Glenford raised his hand as a matter of course, "I also agree with Misha's succession to the throne!"
After Duke Glenford's words fell, the expressionless Minister of Etiquette also raised his hand. As Minister of Etiquette, his main consideration is the empire's etiquette and inheritance, and everything else has to take a back seat! So, although
He has some opinions on Misha's origin, but he has no choice now! Inheritance is more important in his heart than origin, and it's not even something that can be measured on a scale!
The Minister of Etiquette symbolizes the conservative aristocracy of the Orma Empire. His expression of his opinion immediately made other conservative aristocrats give up their hesitation. Immediately, one by one they raised their hands. They agreed with Mi
Princess Xia inherited the throne! As this group of conservative nobles expressed their opinions one after another, Misha's support rate approached two-thirds in the blink of an eye! At this point, those who were waiting on the fence could no longer hold back at this moment.
Immediately, everyone rushed to express their opinions and supported Misha's succession to the imperial throne. When the hourglass ran out, the last minister had already made a statement. Misha finally passed the emergency succession request with a 100% support rate.
