Only by kneeling did it seem possible to express one's loyalty.
The old king lay prostrate on the ground, his voice hoarse, "The War Edict was signed by me, Lord of Divinity. I should die for my crimes, but please spare these innocent people!"
This inept king, who had been feeble his whole life, finally mustered the courage to take a bold action.
He picked up a gun and shot himself in the head.
The king died, his death was untidy.
But that is also normal, as most people in this world die an untidy death.
The aristocrats present knelt, none daring to speak more, shivering violently.
"Dead? Who is in charge here? Someone come forward!" Qi Yuan sat on the throne, his expression calm.
The princess, gritting her teeth, finally stood up. She was slightly chubby, giving her a baby-faced look, yet her eyes were resolute.
"Lord of Divinity, I am the Great Princess," she said.
Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the princess's face.
Hmm, a youthful face.
