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Chapter 1192: Ranking as a prince【5】
Huang Beiyue's face was calm, and she had not smiled at all since she came in. Although there had been precedents for a woman to be crowned king, it was just a formality, and the title of a two-character king was just a decoration.
Just like this time when the Queen of Xirong surrendered, she was brought to Nanyi Kingdom to be raised, and she would also be named King of Xirong.
There is absolutely no woman who can be crowned a one-word king, and this Huang Beiyue is definitely the first one in all ages!
All the ministers turned their eyes to her, and even Zhan Ye's eyes swept over her lightly.
Huang Beiyue took a step forward, cupped her hands and said: "As a woman, I should not interfere with the government affairs. I only have one wish this time. I hope that the emperor will allow me to resign and stay in the Qinghe fiefdom."
The emperor, who was originally smiling, was suddenly stunned. The smile on his face had not yet faded, but he was shocked speechless by her few words.
None of the officials dared to say a word, and the atmosphere in the hall was a little tense for a while.
Huang Beiyue still maintained her previous actions, lowering her head, as if she could not feel the silent atmosphere in the hall at all, and was just waiting for the emperor's response.
Now she has a smooth future and a bright future. She became famous all over the world at the age of seventeen and was crowned king in one battle. From now on, it will be the time for Nanyi Kingdom to dominate the world. If she is here, with her prestige, she will definitely become famous again.
, will last forever.
In the entire continent of Karta, no woman has such glory as her, no, not even men!
She was born of a noble nature, and it was rare for her to have such strength, but she didn't make good use of it and had to retreat at the most glorious moment?
Why doesn’t she know how to cherish these good things that many people can’t even dream of?
The emperor slowly suppressed the smile on his face and stared at Huang Beiyue's lowered head for a long time, still unable to guess what she was thinking!
What does she want? No matter what it is, as long as she says it, he will give it to her!
"This matter will be postponed for later discussion, and we will withdraw from the court!" The emperor suddenly stood up, glanced at Huang Beiyue again, and then walked away.
All the civil and military officials also looked at her. Seeing that she was still lowering her head, pursed her lips, and looking a little serious, they didn't dare to come up and say anything, so they all retreated.
Only Zhan Ye still stood beside her and asked in a low voice: "Why bother?" There was a bit of a cool feeling.
Huang Beiyue slowly lowered her hands, chuckled, then turned around and walked out.
It was warm in the main hall, but outside the store door, the air was still cold, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and it was chilly to the bones.
Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly down the long steps, looking lonely and proud.
Zhan Ye was behind her, feeling that he couldn't see through this person. He didn't understand her at all from the beginning.
She was weak and crybaby since childhood, but in just a few years, she turned into a powerful actress. She was loyal to her friends, but she could cold-bloodedly use the dead Ying Ye to blackmail her.
Maybe she never did anything wrong. Everything she did was based on the overall situation, for Nanyi Country and for him, but he couldn't accept this method.
There was no way he could enjoy the joy of victory when he saw Ying Ye's body.
Zhan Ye looked at her back with a lonely face, and wanted to call her out several times, but he thought he didn't know what to say when facing her, so he gave up.
His eyes only followed her closely, and suddenly, the firm and upright figure in his sight was carried down the long steps without warning, rolled over and over again, and fell to the ground like a puppet without support.
