Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 247

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Ninth Prince!"

"May the Sixteenth Princess be blessed."

The crowd of people kneeling grew larger and larger, kneeling before the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, kneeling before the legendary world's number one war god—Xi Lingchi.

He sat on his horse, clad in military attire, his imposing presence no less than that of an emperor like Qian Qing. He looked down upon all others, his flowing gaze enough to make the common people bow down. His features, sculpted like stone, were distinct and three-dimensional. His dignified posture made him appear as if bathed in holy light. His deep gaze saw through everything before him, yet remained indifferent to it all.

Six tall, imposing men surrounded him. Strangely, there was no space within two meters of this distinguished man.

With his domineering presence befitting a world superpower, he overwhelmed the tens of thousands of onlookers. He even surpassed the peacekeeping troops he brought.

I saw in him the passion in Qianqing's eyes—the heroic spirit of commanding the world.

I can't stand people being more arrogant than me, and I don't like anyone being better than me when I'm around.

I retreated from Qianqing and stepped onto the prepared stage, where five thousand imperial guards awaited my arrival.

I stood on a high place, and Qianqing looked up at me, then turned to talk to Zimo.

Chouqian knew I was worried about my life and was sure the old man wouldn't dare to do anything reckless.

I wore a bat-themed costume and led my troops onto the "vast" performance stage.

I looked at Xi Lingchi, and Xi Lingchi looked at me too. I nodded to him, and he immediately turned his gaze away. Ugh, he didn't even greet an acquaintance.

Then don't blame me for being impolite. I waved my hand, a thousand drums sounded in unison, and the eyes of millions of people turned to me—I bowed to everyone.

--Fine, I'm going to be a star, someone you'll only ever see. Anyone disagree, come challenge me in the group!

"A life with the spirit of the ocean"

Time relentlessly turns the pages.

The moment I left the universe in my heart

It was already destined that I would not be able to bear loneliness.

Desiring a vast life

The world has been battered by storms time and time again.

The moment I put the country on my shoulders

That already determined my true nature as a man.

It's not easy being a man.

No matter how hard it is, I won't complain.

Lie down and soothe your sorrow.

It's not easy being a man.

Persistence amidst risks

Love and affection for one's children are hidden deep in one's heart.

Let it be bumpy all the way..."

The crowd was quiet, the silence of millions of people—what a wonderful atmosphere, what an alluring power.

After a moment of ecstasy, I suddenly waved my hand, and the ceremonial cannons exploded for the first time in this alternate dimension:

The quiet crowd stirred, and the orderly procession—horses neighed and donkeys bellowed.

I stood in the stands, smiling with satisfaction: I'll show you how arrogant you can be!

Qianqing glared at me, and I immediately lowered my head. She was avenging you—she made such a cool entrance, completely disregarding you!

I stole a glance at the arrogant man. At twenty-six, he was as steady as the heavens. The six people around him did not react to the noise; they were not even surprised. The six of them surrounded him at an exact distance.

Xi Lingchi remained expressionless, and even his donkey did not misstep.

After their initial shock, the group followed the man with the large gait, proceeding steadily. The superior military discipline of a powerful nation was on full display, flexing its muscles on foreign soil.

The cannons fired a salvo, and confetti, cranes, silk ribbons, and snowflakes swirled and fell from the sky. Xi Lingchi only looked at the hot air balloons in the sky and had no interest in anything else.

During the formal meeting between the two heads of state, neither of them even spared a smile.

It was Chou Qian who nodded to Xi Lingchi; Qian Qing only gave a symbolic greeting. After my performance, everyone had returned to the palace. I followed behind Chou Qian, sizing up a familiar member of the six-person squad—it must be Koala, dressed in military uniform, looking quite respectable, no longer killing or fighting.

Chou Qian stands alone against the wind, Xi Lingchi stands proudly alone, Sun Zhixian is also vigorous despite his old age, and Zi Mo's gentle temperament is in no way inferior when standing here.

Looking at it this way, I seem like a complete idiot, a pretty idiot at that.

He led a girl forward, saying, "This is my imperial sister." His voice drifted away, like the scenery outside the window he was looking at.

The girl gave a slight bow: "Greetings, Prime Minister Sikong."

I'll secretly pinch Chou Qian. If you dare to talk to him, I won't talk to you!

Chou Qian didn't look at her or reply. I glanced triumphantly at the veiled female ghost, who retreated behind Xi Lingchi and remained silent with her head down.

Zi Mo stepped forward and said, "Ninth Prince, please rest at the post station. My royal Ninth Prince has had a long journey, and a separate residence has been prepared for you." Zi Mo then led Xi Lingchi away.

The group was split into three groups and taken away, and the once bustling main street instantly became deserted. "Is that all?" I hadn't done anything.