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Little Fishy took a step forward, her chest almost reaching the top 15. She was like a dead person, just not allowing it. The expression on her face was clearly saying, "If you want to leave, then go ahead and step on my body."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Little Fishy wanted nothing more than to poke a few holes in his head.

"The prince wants me to protect Princess Hua-Yang." Fifteen's voice was flat and unremarkable.

"Fifteen, how many people are there that protect me?" Little Fishy asked.

She had never paid attention to such matters before.

"Around fifty." Fifteen answered truthfully.

"With these fifty people by your side, you'll definitely be safer, won't you?" Little Fishy patiently explained.

Fifteen did not speak a word. That was only natural, but the prince had repeatedly instructed her to protect her well.

"As you know, I'm actually not completely useless. Even if someone were to attack me, I would still have 32 poisons for him to die, and 51 methods to make him half dead. Furthermore, with me by Little Jiu's side, he doesn't need to worry about me, nor do I need to worry about him, right?" Fishy looked at him eagerly.

Fifteen heart's work.

Little Fishy tried even harder, "Actually, I have a way to make you fall down, and there's more to it than one. However, your greatest use is not sleeping, but standing by Little Nine's side."

She patted Fifteen on the shoulder. "Alright, pass on my first imperial decree, to rule the palace."

Little Fishy even took up the queen's airs, threatening and enticing.

The guards protecting Fishy couldn't help but look at Fifteen.

Fifteen said with a cold face, "Why are you looking at me? Do you want to disobey the imperial edict? "

Hearing him say that, Little Fishy couldn't help but want to kiss him. Fifteen was sometimes pretty cute too.

Xiaoyu frowned purposefully. "Fifteen, you should stay in the manor. Xiaohong has a big stomach and needs someone to take care of her. There should be some people left to guard the manor."

When Fifteen heard this, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. This Ninth Princess really wanted to grind and kill a donkey. If he let her go, she would have thrown him to the ground. If he wasn't worried about Ninth Prince, he definitely wouldn't have let her go.

"Leave ten brothers behind to guard the manor." Even ten was too many.

Within the imperial palace.

Night Nine looked at the Dengwen Drum, the corners of his mouth curled up in ridicule, "Someone come, spread the red carpet, and beat the drum."

Of course, there was no need to use a rolling board at this time, but one had to see red as well, so they were all made of wood and placed on a nail board, and then covered with a red carpet. The young eunuch stepped on it and knocked 981 times.

Six pounds of spit into both hands. This was all about physical strength. Fortunately, he had practiced this before, so he had two extra pounds of strength. He stepped on the red carpet, took off the drumstick, and beat the drum with his strength …

Two or three times …

The sound of the drum traveled to every corner of the capital.

The crowd began to gather at the imperial palace. Because the emperor was gravely ill, the princes were in an uproar, so the officials decided that they might as well go home and embrace their children or beauties.

Fishy, who was walking on the road, stopped in her tracks. Looking at the crowd gathering in all directions, she turned to ask Fifteen, "What's going on here?"

Although she had been here for quite some time, she still didn't understand the etiquette, and only felt that it had something to do with Little Nine.

"Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one."

Fifteen's cold face broke into a smile. "Reporting to my master, that is the drum sound of the new emperor taking his throne."

Hearing this, Xiaoyu's expression changed, "Hurry up and leave."

This is the most dangerous time. Little Jiu is fighting against so many princes by himself, how can she be at ease?

The princes in the hall quieted down at the sound of the drum. They were counting the drums in their hearts: eighty-one, it was actually eighty-one. They looked at each other, then suddenly rushed out as if they were all here. These people had long forgotten about the crippled Ninth Prince. Even the Tenth Prince was waiting for him to ascend to the throne before taking care of him.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the palace, he sneaked out of the Tenth Prince's mansion. Because he knew that no one had the time to care about him right now, and all the princes were busy fighting for the throne in the palace, it was natural for him to impersonate the Tenth Prince.

"Ol'ninth, why are you here? Who let you hit the drum? " The crown prince made the first move. In fact, he was very satisfied. As long as he struck the drum, all of the ministers would gather. When the time came, the new emperor would be announced.

After knocking the Dengwen Drum on six catties, he was so tired that his entire body was drenched. He raised his eyes to look at the princes and replied with a smile, "Of course it was the Emperor who let me knock."

Your majesty? Everyone looked at each other. Who was on good terms with Ninth? Ol'nine had actually come forward for him.

Night Nine smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that all the officials in the square had gathered, he shot a look at the six catties and coughed. At this great moment, a new generation of overlords would be born from his mouth. It would be impossible to not be nervous.

"In accordance with Heaven's will, the Emperor decrees: This Emperor's body disobeys the laws of nature. The Ninth Son of the Emperor, Night Nine, is intelligent and wise. He has taken over my heart and has been appointed to the throne. He is in fact the 32nd Emperor."

The old emperor's eyes were unsightly now. He was also afraid that other people would change the imperial edict and write it down by themselves, so he tried to make it as concise as possible.

Everyone was dumbfounded. How could this be? Hearing the sound of the drum, the officials were ready to see the river of blood. The person standing in the pool of blood was their new emperor. Who would have known that even if they didn't see the pool of blood, the new emperor wouldn't be able to stand up.

"People with deep disabilities in the ancestral system cannot succeed Dabao." The Tenth Prince was the first to come to his senses.

"Ol'ninth, you actually want to correct the decree?"

Night Nine gave him an uninterested glance, and quickly took out the imperial edict, walking up to the ministers, letting them see the imperial treasure on it.

Night Nine was playing with her nails, "Look carefully, there's a imperial treasure on top of it."

Although the words were appalling, everyone could still tell that it was written by the Emperor himself. When the Emperor wrote this edict, they could still see a little bit of it.

"The Tenth Prince is right, ever since the founding of our country …" Someone spoke cautiously. This joke was not to be laughed at.

"After a few more generations, the late emperor will also be an ancestor."

Since it was an ancestor, naturally, the words he spoke were also from the ancestor system.

"Ol 'Nine, stop messing around. How could it be so easy to be the emperor?" Or should we choose someone else who is virtuous and virtuous. " The second brother couldn't help but try to persuade him.

"Moral person? "You?" He gave a slight signal with his hand, and handed a silk bag to the Second Prince. The Second Prince opened the bag in confusion and took out the slip of paper. His face immediately turned blue and white.

Night Nine's eyes looked up to the sky, with a look of arrogance and arrogance on his face. He was not the one in charge of the Wind and Rain Tower for nothing.

The Second Prince stomped his foot and turned around to leave. What was there to argue about, the pain was in the other's hands, even if he was usually dignified, with the card in Old Ninth's hand, he immediately lost his reputation.