Next, the old emperor announced with a smile, "The land will be distributed and sold."

Every one of the four sentences came true, and the people were overjoyed. The "civil unrest" that had lasted for nearly a year finally gradually subsided.

A young man mingling among the common people broke out in a cold sweat; he never expected that Prince Kang would think so highly of him.

"Divine messenger," "mob leader"... He's in chaos both inside and outside, able to gather quickly and disperse just as fast! He's really having a tough time!

Fortunately, it was all over. His maternal grandfather had sent him a message that he was now the cousin of the Prince of Kang, and with the family's favor, he was sure to have a bright future. From then on, he had no further connection with that family.

Thirty-three years after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the old emperor abdicated, and the crown prince ascended the throne as emperor.

The first thing the crown prince did after ascending the throne was to bestow the title of "Princess" upon a woman who was nearly 40 years old and betrothed to the son of a northern barbarian tribe, which was said to be cannibalistic.

The crown prince made a lot of money before he ascended the throne, and used it to build a temporary palace for the old emperor.

After he ascended the throne, the old emperor decided to live permanently in the imperial palace with the empress and others. Upon hearing the news, the infant Xie Ming quickly packed his bags and followed.

The new emperor was left alone, facing the kind-faced Granny Fu, tears streaming down his face.

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I'm taking a day off tomorrow.

The new story was shown to someone.

She asked in confusion, "Where's your dog and the blood?"

Then, to be serious, the point of melodrama is to make readers send the author death threats without restraint.

They also criticized my story for robbing readers of enjoyment, leaving them feeling stuck in a rut. It's like telling someone to stop and have a cup of tea at a crucial moment.

Isn't my story dramatic enough?

Sigh! The meaning of life is constant reflection. I'll spend these last two days reflecting and revising the new story!