The old minister pressed on step by step.

He was getting closer and closer to Deng Er.

Deng Er just slowly stretched out his hand and pinched it casually.

The Emperor's Sword could no longer move forward an inch.

Even though the old minister had already tensed all his muscles, he could not move forward.

After all, we are just mortals.

How can one compete with those who practice cultivation?

"You are a loyal minister. A loyal minister should be treated as such. Come on! Drag him away!"

Deng Er chuckled, pulled the Emperor's Sword back, and put it back into his scabbard.

Two elite soldiers walked into the palace and dragged the old minister away.

Looking at the silent court.

Deng Er smiled and couldn't help but recite a line from a great man's poem.

"If I don't open my mouth first when spring comes, which cicada would dare to make a sound?"

Really domineering, really appropriate.

"That's enough."

Sitting on the dragon throne, Zhao Qingshuang held the armrests tightly.

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in his tone.

She doesn't know.

Why did Deng Er do this?

Do you want the throne?

She can give it to him.

Just one word from him.

The throne, people, Daxia, wealth, the whole world.

She gave them all to him.

She didn't want to be the emperor in the first place.

Why did they help her ascend to the throne and then take away her power?

After more than ten years of relationship, do you take it seriously? Is there not even a trace of it?

"What did your Majesty say?"

Deng Er seemed not to have heard clearly. He came to Zhao Qingshuang and asked loudly.

"I've said enough, don't you understand?"

Zhao Qingshuang said it again, being particularly stubborn.

"Your Majesty, do you think it's enough? I think it's not enough, far from enough."

"Your Majesty, if it weren't for me, Daxia would have long been a stagnant pool, divided up by the barbarians from all directions. How could you be here to say enough?"

Deng Er was arrogant, like a domineering and self-righteous minister who didn't take anything seriously.

"Then you can take the throne! I don't want it!"

As Zhao Qingshuang spoke, he smashed the flat crown on his head onto Deng Er's face.

Then he actually began to untie the dragon robe in public, from the waist, to the leather belt, to the pieces of black and gold cloth.

All of them fell on Deng Er.

She is now on the verge of madness.

The gentle and bookish eldest brother died at the hands of the second brother.

The old general who treated her as his own daughter and loved her deeply died on the battlefield, leaving only his old head.

Her father, the emperor, who doted on her in every way, also passed away.

Her second brother, who had given her candy and taught her propriety, righteousness, and integrity, wanted to kill her.

For this throne.

Also dead.

She has no one to rely on.

There is only Deng Er left.

There is only Deng Er left.

Can.......

The person she trusted stabbed her in the back.

Right here in the Golden Palace, he called a horse a deer, threatened officials, and suppressed loyal ministers.

And she could only watch.

She...was really about to collapse.

Zhao Qingshuang recalled when she first met Deng Er.

He is clearly a gentleman with a witty and gentle manner of conversation.

He is a gentleman who likes to teach others.

He is a patriot who wants to bring peace to the world.

She called him Mr. because Deng Er taught her how to practice and taught her a lot, knowledge that was not available in this world.

Teach her how to govern the country.

She didn't want to be emperor, but Deng Er told her that if she became emperor, the people of Daxia would live a good life.

She is the first empress of all time.

She was willing to do it.

Choosing Zhao Qingshuang as emperor was a mutual effort between Deng Er and the old emperor.

"Your Majesty, you have lost your composure. Come, take Your Majesty to see the imperial physician."

Immediately, several soldiers came in with a few palace maids.

The palace maid supported Zhao Qingshuang and left the Golden Palace.

Only the flat crown and the clothes on the ground were left.

The court had long become Deng Er's one-man show.

"...Poor woman."

Qiu Yuan sighed a little.

She was wondering whether she should secretly tell Zhao Qingshuang the truth?

After all, it is obvious that the two are in love.

In fact, Qiu Yuan didn’t understand either.

If you don’t want your lover to be cursed for eternity.

Then, wouldn’t it be better for him to become the emperor himself?

Explain to Zhao Qingshuang.

The throne was really just a word from Deng Er.

No mouth?

Of course not.

It’s because of the old emperor.

The old emperor had already told Deng Er in the imperial edict.

You can seize power, you can undermine others, you can do whatever you want.

But he had only one request.

The person sitting on the throne must have the surname Zhao.

Instead of the surname Deng.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial.

The relationship between Deng Er and the old emperor was actually real, like sworn brothers who had become friends regardless of age.

Otherwise, he would not have told the old emperor so openly about his identity as a time traveler.

He had no choice but to take this extreme approach.

"Forget it, I'd better not interfere."

Qiu Yuan knew that since Deng Er chose to do this, there must be a reason.

Although she didn't understand Deng Er.

But at least she knew Deng Ru.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, Deng Er and Deng Ru would not choose to do anything that would hurt their loved ones.

What if Deng Er's plan was ruined because of her momentary weakness?

Although he is not Deng Ru.

However, with that face, she still felt a little guilty.

.......

"My dear ministers, Your Majesty is ill. I will be in charge of the government from now on."

Deng Er sat casually at the foot of the dragon throne steps.

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