Qin Tianyang's voice began to rise higher and higher, his face becoming increasingly excited.
His eyes wide open, he couldn't help but recall the scenes from sixty-seven years ago when he ascended to the throne.
Cheering "Long live the emperor," how ridiculous!
Is this what it means to ascend to emperorship?
I shall crown myself, a truly meaningful ascension!
Xiahou Yue raised her head and looked steadily at the Moon Emperor.
After a long pause, he resolutely said: "Your Majesty, I—understand now!"
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The Imperial Study fell into a short silence.
The Moon Emperor Qin Tianyang breathed heavily, trying to calm his disrupted breath.
After heaving a long sigh, his excitement and fervor subsided considerably, as if reverting to the aged figure with a hint of authority.
Xiahou Yue proposed: "Your Majesty, Chu Huaixu might not dare to enter the Imperial Palace. Perhaps I and the Blade Holder should escort you to the Cultivation Hall to seek him?"
