Reborn and Queen

The military generals of the Celestial Dynasty returned to Beijing to meet the Holy Emperor. If they won a battle, they would enter the Golden Palace through the Arc de Triomphe; if they lost a battle, they would go to the Yinkun Gate in the west.

Today, unlike in the past, the emperor led hundreds of officials to the Arc de Triomphe in person.

In the distance, the bright yellow figure of Long Chu moved forward.

Ling Yuexi and others immediately dismounted and led an army of 30,000 people to shout long live.

The bright yellow figure was getting closer and closer, Ling Yuexi raised her head unconsciously, and when she looked at it, she met a pair of burning eyes.

Xiao Sujin, I'm back.

"Queen, the regent is in peace. Everyone loves you in peace."

Xiao Sujin's gaze passed over Ling Yuexi and towards the soldiers, kindly yet without losing his dignity.

Ling Yuexi stared at Xiao Sujin in astonishment, her heart gradually cooling down.

She thought Xiao Sujin would help her up with both hands, and then say softly: "Xi'er, thank you for your hard work."

She was disappointed.

Shocked.

Is this aloof and heroic young emperor still the frail and sickly Xiao Sujin of a month ago?

Compared to Ling Yuexi's shock, Xiao Mojue acted unusually calm, as if in his opinion, this is what Xiao Sujin should be like. When he met Ling Yuexi's inquiring eyes, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

What does he mean?

Ling Yuexi was in a state of uncertainty. She didn't even listen to what Xiao Sujin said impassionedly. She just felt that Xiao Sujin looked so strange.

The "Long Live the Voice" that resounded through the sky woke up Ling Yuexi who was stuck in her thoughts. She saw all the officials behind Xiao Sujin kneeling on the ground. Then she looked behind her. Except for Xiao Mojue, who knelt on one knee, everyone else knelt respectfully.

Kneeling down, she held her hands on the ground. She was the only one, standing straight in her dazzling golden armor. Xiao Sujin looked at her, his eyes were dark, unable to detect any emotion or anger.

What? Is he waiting for him to kneel down?

Ling Yuexi felt cold in her heart and knelt down, shouting "Long live".

With the sound of "Long live", something fell from her eyes, refracting a faint light like a crystal. It dropped to the ground, as if something precious in her heart was broken to pieces.

Xiao Mojue on the side could see it clearly.

The crystal drop seemed to fall into his heart, and he could taste a sour taste.

With the phoenix chariot placed in front of her, Xiao Sujin finally held her hand and said softly: "The queen is tired from the journey and has returned to the palace to rest temporarily. I will come to pick up the queen at the banquet in the evening."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will retire."

Ling Yuexi took out her hand without leaving a trace, and stepped into the phoenix chariot with the help of the young eunuch.

Xiao Sujin's hands were empty, and his heart seemed to be empty as well.

The dragon is in front and the phoenix chariot is behind.

Xiao Sujin looked back, but unfortunately the curtain of the phoenix chariot had dropped, and he could only vaguely see Ling Yuexi, who seemed to be taking a nap with her eyes closed.

Just now, he could clearly see her coldness. But... Xiao Sujin looked at the majestic rolling palace, his eyes were proud and cold again.

His father sacrificed his life to protect himself as the emperor. He waited for another five years and finally waited for this moment.

It’s so hard-won.

He couldn't allow himself to make any more mistakes.

What we need to do now is to establish prestige for ourselves among the officials as soon as possible.

Ling Yuexi looked at the luxuriously decorated Fengqi Palace, and her feeling of strangeness became even stronger.

"Mother, please take a shower and change clothes."

A waitress in pink palace clothes bowed slightly and said.

Ling Yuexi turned around and looked around. They were all new faces. When she looked around, more than a dozen people were kneeling on the ground, holding clothes and jewelry high in their hands.