Every step is met with thunderous cheers of "Long live the emperor!"

Hundreds of thousands of people shouted in unison, and those with weak hearts were shocked and fainted.

Zhou Zhiruo frowned: "Zhang Wuji, Zhao Min is so shameless. She imitates you. She was like this when you became emperor."

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly: "Zhiruo, when it comes to things like this, it's not a matter of who learns from whom. The general routines are probably similar."

"It's not just me and Zhao Min who are like this. I'm afraid our ancestors have been almost the same for thousands of years."

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At this moment, Zhao Min's mood was beyond words. Her years of hard work had finally paid off.

Zhao Min started practicing martial arts at the age of seven and was well-versed in military books. For more than ten years, she never dared to slack off.

This moment finally came, and Zhao Min cried with joy, but fortunately, no one could see her tears.

Big tears rolled down her beautiful face.

Some tears fell on the stairs leading to the platform, and some tears dripped onto her bright red dragon robe.

Zhang Wuji said softly: "I feel that there seems to be something missing in Zhao Min, but I can't tell what it is exactly."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "She has everything she needs. If there's anything she needs, it's just one person."

"On the day you become emperor, I will be waiting for you up there, and Zhao Linger will be by your side."

"Looking at Zhao Min now, she gives me a feeling of loneliness, even desolate. It's a pity that with such a great achievement, few people can share her joy, and no one is qualified to stand by her side."