On the Taiping Palace, everything is brilliant, including Wang Jue, who is a concubine. Peerless, in Taiping, she is one of the best beauties. Wang Jue knew that his appearance should match that of being in front of the dragon chair, the young and frivolous, handsome and polite Long Xiang, the most noble emperor in Taiping, instead of standing behind an eight-year-old girl who was being held, wearing a ghost mask, and couldn't speak.

But there is no way, this is the reality. Wang Jue looked disdainfully at the girl in front of her who was separated by a dozen palace people carrying lanterns. Thinking about it, I hope that my cousin's plan will be implemented soon, and the identity of this girl liar will be exposed in front of the emperor as soon as possible.

In this way, he is very likely to become the next emperor and queen of Taiping on the spot.

As the music around them slowly played, under the leadership of the girl, all the female dependents slowly walked towards Long Xiang.

This is the emperor's welcome gift.

Today's girl, wearing a phoenix crown and gold thread on her head, walked towards Long Xiang step by step under the arms of a beautiful woman.

One step, two steps, three steps, as long as you go up six steps, it indicates that you have become the emperor and queen of Taiping.

Wang Jue stopped in front of the steps, although he was the head of the harem concubines, he was not qualified to go up the steps. At this time, Wang Jue's eyes involuntarily looked towards his cousin Wang Cen, trying to make his eyes pale, but he was helpless because Wang Cen was looking at him at eye level and didn't say a word.

Uncle Cousin shouldn't give up, Wang Jue thought anxiously in his heart, and when he raised his eyes, the girl had already gone up the sixth floor.

At this moment, Wang Cen took a step forward and spoke. The band also stopped playing, and everyone focused on Wang Cen. Wang Jue lowered his head, with a look of joy on his face, thinking that he was finally about to start.

"The emperor, the Yan witch envoy, has been a single generation of the Yan family since ancient times. Since the abolition of the first emperor, the descendants of the Yan family have left only a defenseless baby who cannot take care of himself. Since then, there has been no whereabouts of the descendants of the Yan family. The Yan witch envoy Yu Taiping is the person who conveys the mandate of heaven, which is of great significance. Now the witch envoy of the Yan clan has no evidence, relying on the token of the first emperor, it is really difficult to convince the public. As soon as Wang Cen spoke, the ministers behind him echoed as if they had agreed.

"Yes, Emperor, now the descendants of the Yan family claim to be the emperor, really, really hasty. “

One by one, the ministers stood up and told how it was inappropriate.

Long Xiang turned his head lightly, looking at the courtiers who claimed to be Taoists and were peaceful, and couldn't stop sneering, this smile, not many people saw it, only Wang Jue, who happened to raise his head, saw it, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Elder Wang, are you questioning the first emperor?" Long Xiang said coldly.

Everyone thinks that the emperor is gentle and polite, but they don't know that Long Xiang also has the blood of Long Xian in his bones.

"Minister, don't dare. Wang Cen couldn't stop taking half a step back, the first time he heard Long Xiang's cold tone, it actually reminded him of Long Xian, the first emperor!

"Then, are other courtiers questioning the first emperor?" Long Xiang looked around, these courtiers who were brave and forward.

"This, the ministers don't dare. The courtiers who had spoken before all lowered their heads, and for a while, the Taiping Hall fell into silence.

"It's just that the witch envoy has been wearing a mask, really, another minister, etc., don't worry. After all, the emperor is the emperor of Taiping, and the emperor and queen and the witch envoy are all related to the foundation of Taiping's survival. Wang Cen stiffened his head and said.

"Isn't it, as long as you see my face, you will die when you wait for mortals?" the eight-year-old girl turned around, and in the arms of a beautiful woman, she looked down at the ministers below from the top of the steps.

Her voice had the childish voice of a child, but the words she spoke were not at all like the words of an eight-year-old girl, but more like the words of an old man who had gone through vicissitudes.

Long Xiang was not surprised, he had heard what she said, and he was not surprised by such a young and mature tone. Moreover, it may not be a bad thing to be able to suppress these restless courtiers.

The courtiers led by Wang Cen also looked a little surprised, one of them was because this girl was unexpected, and she was not dumb.

Second, the girl's unexpected self-confidence made them worry about whether their plan would work.

Several ministers who participated in the conspiracy exchanged glances with each other, and according to what I said before, no matter what this girl looks like, as long as she insists that it is not, there is nothing the emperor can do. At the very least, the position of queen can remain vacant.

"The ministers, they are just worried that others have offended the reputation of the descendants of the Yan family, and I hope that the emperor will forgive the sins and the witch envoys will forgive. Wang Cen said.

Hearing Wang Cen's speech, following behind the girl, Wang Jue, who was also dressed up in a peerless style, couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

After hearing this, Long Xiang did not speak, it was really not that he was timid, but that he didn't know what to say. I don't know anything about the girl's true identity, let alone say anything.

Father-in-law Yanzi also watched silently from the side, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Long Xiang thought to himself, Father-in-law Yanzi, is so confident?

The brand-new totem on the Taiping Temple sparkles in the sun.

"I'll ask you again, if you just need to prove it. The girl slowly stretched out her fleshy hand and pointed to the totem above the head of the Taiping Palace, on which was painted a picture of the ancestor of the Yan family, and said, "As long as it is proved that I am a descendant of the Yan family, you will have nothing to say?"

"Yes. Wang Cen and the ministers below nodded.

"In that case, I will fulfill your wishes. The girl's hand slowly withdrew and placed it on her ghostly mask.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the ghost mask, and even the lowly palace people couldn't help but look up.

Long Xiang still looked at the girl calmly, he was not a person who cared about appearance, looking at the loosening of the ghost mask, he was even more afraid that the girl would not be able to withstand the siege of the group of ministers.

What will you do then?

The ghost-masked mask slowly loosened, once, twice, three times.

The ghost-masked mask had already fallen into the girl's hand, and her hand slowly took it off.

"I am a descendant of the Yan family, Yan Xu. “

The girl's voice echoed slowly through the lobby as the mask was removed.

All the ministers present were stunned and even lost the ability to speak anything. Is that ploy still useful? Maybe, there is!