Lin Wanwan transmigrated into a book.
She became a cannon fodder character who was meant to be strangled to death at birth, with her identity replaced by an illegitimate daughter.
Her f...
Yesterday, she heard from her husband that Lin Wanwan had shown great talent in the ring, which filled her with excitement.
So she was determined to come today, no matter what, but it turned out that all the ladies were the same.
"Oh my, Wanwan, you're really something! You've brought honor to our Holy Kingdom."
Madam Sheng reached out her small hand and touched Lin Wanwan's face.
"The auspicious smoke rising from the ancestral graves last time, could it be referring to that?"
"Yes, yes," Lin Wanwan patted her chest and immediately admitted.
The women around burst into laughter.
Soon, the group arrived at the Golden Palace, only to find that the Holy Emperor and Empress had been waiting for them for a long time.
"Your Majesty, I am late."
The Holy Emperor waved his hand, "Don't be nervous, I've arrived ahead of schedule today."
They learned that Lin Wanwan had defeated these people yesterday.
He specially went to the Wenbao Hall to burn incense, and who knew that the late emperor would enter his dream that night and praise him.
He was so excited in the middle of the night that he couldn't sleep at all.
"This humble woman greets Your Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress."
The ladies of the court bowed and paid their respects one by one.
No need for formalities.
After everyone was seated, the envoys from the neighboring countries arrived one after another.
The two kingdoms, Beiji and Beichen, who were leading the way, had a grudge from the previous day, and now they were vying to step forward.
"I'll go first."
"We were here first."
"We went first."
"I went first."
They kept arguing and arguing.
"Greetings to the Holy Kingdom."
The two suddenly spoke in unison, which made the Holy Emperor on the stage extremely happy.
Okay, okay.
The envoys from various countries now know to respect the Holy Kingdom.
It's all thanks to Lin Wanwan.
No need for formalities.
"Hmph!" The two snorted coldly and turned to find their seats.
Suddenly, a man with a white cloth wrapped around his face walked in through the door, limping and being helped by others. Behind him was another man with white cloth wrapped around his hands and his arms hanging from his neck.
Upon seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
Who is this?
"How did it get like this?"