The old prince believed that less trouble is worse than more trouble, so he could only say, "Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, to be honest, last night my ancestors gave me a dream..."

"Since the New Year, major events have occurred frequently in the palace. Is our ancestor reminding us that the Tiansheng Dynasty is about to send down a national god?"

"It's possible. It's not midnight yet. Let's wait a little longer. Maybe the national god will appear today. Let's wait patiently for the movement in the temple."

The great tyrant sat on the dragon throne, listening to the lively discussions of the civil and military officials, and could not help but look towards the temple.

Sudden--

"Your Majesty, the Emperor's Mausoleum has exploded."

The great tyrant suddenly stood up, shocked, and all the civil and military officials were shocked.

"Why did it explode again?"

"Your Majesty, the news just now was wrong. A tomb in the small woods next to the imperial mausoleum exploded."

The tyrant breathed a sigh of relief.

The hearts of all the civil and military officials finally dropped, and they were terrified.

"No!" the old prince suddenly said, "Your Majesty, the tomb next to the imperial mausoleum is my ancestral tomb."

Tyrant: !!! It seems so.

"Oh my God." The old prince was stunned and almost fell to his knees with fright.

In order to save the old prince's face, the great tyrant said, "Uncle Rong, don't worry. I will go with you to see what's going on."

Civil and military officials looked at each other.

Right Prime Minister: "Your Majesty, I will go with you."

The Minister of Personnel said: "Your Majesty, I am leaving too."

The Supreme Court Justice, the Grand Uncle, and others said, "Your Majesty, please wait for me."

They are all rushing to eat the melons.

A group of people came to the grove near the imperial tomb and saw the exploded grave.

"Dad, grandpa, ancestors, what's going on?" The old prince, who had finally recovered, almost collapsed with anger at this moment. He saw the dust and soil on the grave in front of him cracking, and even the trees around the grave were not spared.

It's like being struck by lightning.

However, just as the old prince finished crying, the grave in front of him moved again. A thunderclap appeared in the sky, and it struck the coffin directly.

The old prince's eyes widened, he knelt on the ground, and trembled, "Dad! Your coffin lid has been split open. Who has committed this sin?"

"Your Majesty, there is something strange coming from the temple. It seems... it seems like someone has broken in." The guard came to report hurriedly.

The great tyrant frowned. The last time something strange happened in the temple was when Po fell asleep in the temple.

Right Prime Minister: "Your Majesty, the little princess is not going to sit in the temple again, is she? But this time, why is the temple not lit?"

Not only did it not light up, it also blew up the old prince's ancestral tomb.

"Uncle Rong, this matter..."

"Your Majesty, I beg to allow you to go to the temple and take a look." The old prince was extremely heartbroken and almost angry to death. His ancestral tomb had exploded. This, this, this... It was such a disgrace!

The ancestor was obviously angry.

"Okay then." The tyrant was confused. On the way to the temple, he was thinking, was it because Po went to the temple that the old prince's ancestral tomb was blown up?

But why was it the ancestral tomb of the old prince’s family that was blown up instead of the imperial mausoleum?

When they arrived at the temple, they saw the little princess sitting on the steps, eating steamed buns one bite at a time.

She was talking to the children standing in two rows on both sides: "Go away, go away."

Everyone: “…”

Just like a boss disciplining his younger brother.

The little princess is less than one year old, and she has become the king of children?

"Daddy..." Po was quite surprised to see the big tyrant coming.

Di Rongjing was also there.

The big tyrant had just taken a step when a little bastard ran out of the temple and stood in front of the little girl with a proud look on his face. "Abao, I just sat on the temple and have been sitting here for a full quarter of an hour! Am I awesome?

Grandfather said you only sat for a short while last time, so I win this time! Call me boss now!"

The great tyrant and all the civil and military officials understood this.

Just now...

"Tell me, kid, where did you go just now?" The old prince came to his senses and raised his voice.

Rong Yimeng was happily waiting for A-Bao to call his boss. He was quite surprised when he heard his grandfather's voice. He turned around and said, "Hey, there are so many people. Grandfather and Uncle Huang, why are you all here too? I know, you must have known that I went to the temple to sit, so you came to see me, right? Hehe."

The Rong Yi Meng bear cub grinned happily.

I heard from the servants in the mansion that the last time A-bao sat in the temple, he was welcomed by all the civil and military officials together, and the emperor was also there.

But at that time, they had not returned to Beijing, so he didn't see it.

But that time, the emperor and all the civil and military officials praised Abao.

Then this time...it's the same situation, are these people here just to praise him?

That’s great!

"Abao, please call me boss." Rong Yimeng was obviously still immersed in his own little happiness and had no idea how serious the matter was.

"Haha." Po's laughter was hearty and very clear.

[I call you boss? Let me teach you what a boss is.]

Po clapped his hands happily, "Clap, clap, clap, hee hee..."

"Ah Bao, have you been scared silly by me?"

"You little bastard!" the old prince shouted, his voice booming in Rong Yimeng's ears, frightening him so much that he shuddered.

Before he could react, the old prince grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

"I should ask you what's wrong, you dare to sit in the temple, you little bastard, are you trying to make trouble?"

"Grandfather, Po can sit in the temple, why can't I?"

"The Tenth Princess is sitting in the temple, and smoke is coming out of the ancestral tomb. Your grandfather's coffin can't even be held down while you are sitting in the temple. Why do you think so?" the old prince roared in a low voice.

This was the first time he spoke with such vigor and energy after he recovered from his illness.

He never expected that it was directed at his own bear cub.

Rong Yimeng cried so loudly that Prince Rong had a headache.

"Who gave you the courage to sit in the temple! You are full and you are tired, right?"

"Woo woo woo, I made a bet with Po-sister, and then..."

"Grandpa, he wants to be the boss of the den." Little Abao grabbed the corner of Prince Rong's clothes, his eyes wide open.

Prince Rong's face immediately turned green with fear, "Rong Yimeng!!! Do you want to rebel?"

"This brat, still wants to ride on Abao's head?" The big tyrant lowered his eyes. Normally, he also loved Rong Yimeng very much.

As the only son in Prince Rong's family for ten generations, he must be well protected, but this is not a reason for him to ride on Abao's head.

"Uncle Huang, Grandfather, I know I was wrong. I will never fight with my sister Abao and my brother Rongjing again. I will never dare to do it again."

The old prince snorted coldly, "You won't learn your lesson without a beating. You are such a jerk, yet you still want to be Po's boss and sit in the temple. You are simply going to piss off our ancestors. Beat you! Beat you to death!"