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Imperial City, Royal Study.
The empress did not lean back on her chair and sat upright.
Opposite her was King Xiaoyao, who was wearing a jade-white robe.
"Uncle Huang came to the palace to see me in person, why?" The empress's eyes were sharp, her face was full of majesty, and at the same time there was a hint of anger.
King Xiaoyao went to the capital without being ordered to do so, which was already refuting her majesty and dignity. Now he went straight into the palace and came to the imperial study, as if he was in a deserted place.
The two actions in succession did not take her, the current emperor, into consideration at all.
King Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back, he was elegant and gentle, and said with a faint smile:
"I want to ask the emperor for an imperial edict to complete a marriage."
"Oh? I wonder which girl the emperor has fallen in love with, and he wants me to give the order personally?" The empress rubbed her fingers unconsciously, her eyes were dark, and some past events came to mind.
"Southern Xinjiang often clashes with Daxia's southern border. Large and small-scale wars continue, and Daxia's soldiers are killed and injured..." King Xiaoyao said solemnly:
"Your Majesty has decreed that the Miao Man Saint in Southern Xinjiang should be registered as my concubine. By then, the diplomatic relations between Daxia and Southern Xinjiang will relieve the power of Southern Xinjiang and the suffering of the soldiers."
The empress narrowed her eyes slightly, King Xiaoyao's reason was high-sounding, and her words seemed to be considering Daxia.
But she had accepted the teachings of the late emperor since she was a child, and Daxia and Southern Xinjiang were feuding!
When the ancestors of Daxia established their business, they were poisoned by many witchcraft people in the southern border. Therefore, Daxia and the southern border will never have diplomatic relations!
King Xiaoyao had an affair with Southern Xinjiang, and even fell in love with the saint of Southern Xinjiang. When the former emperor was in power, he requested the former emperor several times to appoint concubines and establish diplomatic relations, but the former emperor refused.
Now that the late emperor passed away and she, Xuanyuan Jing, came to the throne, King Xiaoyao came again to ask for this imperial edict.
"This matter goes against the ancestral precepts of Great Xia. I'm sorry that I can't agree to this." The empress said with a majestic look on her face.
King Xiaoyao’s voice became cold:
"The ancestral precepts are clear, but you must also adapt to the changes in the dynasty. If you stick to your own opinions, you will only bring about your own destruction!"
"The emperor's words may seem like he has forgotten his ancestors, so it's better not to say them..." The empress' face was as frosty as ice.
King Xiaoyao raised his head slightly and stood still. An invisible aura circulated around him, pressing towards the empress:
"Xuanyuan Jing, this king is not negotiating with you!
I am here to tell you that I want this imperial edict! "
The empress tapped her fingers lightly on the table and leaned back on the chair. Although she felt a strong sense of oppression, she remained majestic:
"I won't give it!"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the two looked at each other.
"My good nephew..."
King Xiaoyao felt that several obscure eyes in the dark had locked onto him. He sneered softly, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to leave.
The empress' eyes trembled as she stared at King Xiaoyao's leaving figure.
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Shangshu Province, Ministry of Punishment.
Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan came to the door of the prison of the Punishment Department under the leadership of a junior officer from the Punishment Department.
Just as he was about to step into the deep steps, he met a man in a blue shirt.
Anping and Zhao Wujiang looked at each other. In less than a breath, Anping's footsteps appeared and he slapped Zhao Wujiang with his palm.
A smile broke out at the corner of his mouth. In just one second, Zhao Wujiang would be completely seriously injured by him, and he could force out the whereabouts of Dragon Fault and please the Lord.
"boom!"
Zhao Wujiang's face was expressionless. He held out a big old hand from behind him and lightly hit Anping's palm.
The martial arts aura exploded, Anping felt the force, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat. He staggered back two steps, his face full of disbelief.
He saw that Zhao Wujiang was motionless, and the faint smile on his cheek seemed to be mocking him. Half a step behind Zhao Wujiang, an old man with a kind face and kind eyes stood out.
His heart tightened. This old man had a kind face, but it gave him an extraordinarily dangerous feeling.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him. It was an aura he had only experienced in the world of martial arts, from celebrities in major sects or aristocratic families.
Grandmaster... Anping moved his steps slightly, and his figure instantly left an afterimage, rushing towards the door.
There was a hint of surprise in Jia Ersan's eyes, and then excitement, and he slapped a palm three feet away from the gate.
This palm was like a prophet who predicted the future, and directly hit Anping who appeared out of the way.
Anping spurted blood from his mouth and nose. He stumbled to the ground, rolled to his feet, knelt on one knee and covered his chest. His face was full of disbelief. This was the second time since he entered the capital that he had been broken into the Xiangxi Phantom Step. .
"Xiangxi Phantom Step, when I was still wandering around in the world, I saw it on the body chasers of Xiangxi. I don't know where you learned it from, but you only learned the basics of it, and it only has its own shape." Jia Ersan commented seriously.
Anping felt extremely humiliated. He was extremely talented in martial arts and could learn everything quickly. This was the first time he heard someone say that he had only learned something superficially. However, he was not an opponent and could not refute.
"Take it!" Zhao Wujiang ordered, his eyes cold.
Jia Ersan knew he was too talkative and stopped talking nonsense. He slapped the air with his right palm, and it turned into a claw in an instant. As if he was holding an object, he slapped it towards Anping.
Anping's eyebrows were sinister, his palms struck each other, twisted and intertwined, and his palms were separated to draw yin and yang.
Then the palm moves became more and more mysterious, changing rapidly, and the arms turned into afterimages. The moment Jia Ersan hit him, he shouted loudly, and the five fingers of his palms were tightly clenched, facing Jia Ersan's offensive.
