The old prince directly threw Rong Yimeng to the guards.

"Go, I have the thickest whip on my carriage, take it down and beat him with it! This time, I will make sure his buttocks are broken into pieces! If I can't break them, I will beat them to death!" Prince Rong was really furious. He was very disappointed with his grandson. He really didn't expect that his cute and obedient grandson would turn out to be such a naughty child.

The great tyrant saw it all, and so did all the civil and military officials.

No one said a word.

Even though he is only a six-year-old child, he has made a mistake and needs to be taught a lesson, especially about the incident in the temple. If he is not taught a lesson this time, he might become a rich second-generation rich man in the capital when he grows up.

While they are still young and can still be disciplined, it is natural to set some rules.

Rong Yimeng had just been beaten, and he was so happy that he didn't know what was going on, but he was beaten again.

This time the beating was very severe. Even though Rong Yimeng screamed and groaned, their buttocks were still bruised.

Rong Yimeng fainted from crying. Woo woo woo, he would never make a bet with A-Po again.

If you bet with Po, he will get beaten. How scary!

Po sat on the steps, still eating his steamed buns happily. The air seemed to be filled with the aroma of milk.

The great tyrant and all the civil and military officials looked at the hall with frowns and worries.

Po's salted fish state, "Daddy..."

"Eh." The tyrant came back to his senses, sighed, and picked up Po.

"Ah, wuwuwu." Po was lying on the tyrant's shoulder, and heard the civil and military officials behind him all bowing their heads and crying.

A Bao opened his eyes wide, [Why are these officials crying, in the first month of the year?]

"Your Majesty, when do you think our Tiansheng Dynasty will have a national god?" The question from the great uncle of the emperor stumped the great tyrant. "Well, if the national god doesn't come, our palace won't light up. During the seven countries' ceremony to worship the gods this year, our Tiansheng Dynasty will be laughed at again."

A Bao understood that his father and the officials were all crying, and the temple was not lit.

[It's not easy to make the temple bright]

The Tyrant shuddered and subconsciously hugged Po tightly, "Po, I remember the first time you came to the temple, the temple was lit up."

That time, it was a guess.

The Tyrant guesses that Po has something to do with the temple.

But at that time, Po fell asleep and the tyrant didn't think much about it.

This time, she learned from Po's inner voice, can she really light up the temple?

Since ancient times, the temple would only light up when the national god descended.

There is definitely no sky god, the temple is bright.

"That's right." Po nodded.

The uncle started to wonder, "Ah Bao, how did you make the temple light up at that time?"

The Right Prime Minister also asked, "Yes, Princess Ten, how did you do it at that time?"

Civil and military officials were murmuring to each other. Everyone had been thinking about this matter for a while, but they still couldn't figure out why the temple would light up after the Tenth Princess entered it.

Later, they thought that it might be...an accident.

Abao scratched her head until her hair was almost messed up, and she herself didn't understand why.

"Daddy, don't worry." A Bao's little hand stroked the tyrant's frowning brow, then slid down from his arms, "Don't worry."

The little girl put her hands on her hips and grinned at everyone.

Then he twisted his buttocks and entered the hall.

The eldest uncle wiped his sweat and said, "Your Majesty, the little princess is going in, should we stop her..."

The Tyrant shook his head, "Let Po go in and try, maybe..."

"Ah! Your Majesty, the temple is lit up, the temple is lit up again!"

"Oh my god, the temple is really bright, little princess."

All officials were in an uproar!

The tyrant's eyes instantly turned red when he looked at the bright temple.

"Our Tiansheng Dynasty is also favored by God and has not been abandoned by miracles! Your Majesty, do you see it? Your Majesty, this old minister is excited." The old prince was also extremely excited.

"May God have mercy on us. We have never been abandoned by miracles. Never!" all the officials echoed.

"Worship the temple!" the tyrant ordered.

The people following behind him nodded immediately, "Yes, yes, yes, let's worship the temple."

Led by the great tyrant, they knelt on the ground and bowed solemnly three times towards the temple as if they were offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

Although the national god has never appeared, the temple has been brightly lit on the day of worship for thousands of years, which gives them a glimmer of hope.

Among the seven countries, only the Tiansheng Dynasty did not have the protection of a national god. Even the destroyed Feng Kingdom had a national god, but the Tiansheng Dynasty did not.

This is also the reason why the other six countries isolated the Tiansheng Dynasty.

They felt that the Tiansheng Dynasty was abandoned by miracle and was an unblessed country, a land of disaster. Its fate would be the same as that of the Feng Kingdom and it would be destroyed sooner or later.

"Bow!"

“Two bows!”

"Three bows!"

"rise--"

No one knew that, at the moment the temple lit up, the rebuilt statue of the star god on the observatory quietly opened its eyes as dusk fell and looked in the direction of the temple.

She will eventually return——

The tyrant entered the palace to pick up Po.

Everyone followed, secretly curious about what the princess had done to awaken the temple.

Just as everyone was eagerly waiting and guessing, they heard a "click, click, click" sound and saw a scene before their eyes. They were in a mess in the wind -

In the spacious temple, Abao sat on the floor with his tiny feet raised, and in front of him were scattered melon seed shells all over the ground.

The little girl took out a handful of melon seeds from her floral cotton jacket and cracked them one by one with her little teeth.

"Little princess, eating melon seeds in the temple?" The Grand Tutor was shocked. He had lived for many years and had seen many storms, but he had never seen anyone dare to eat melon seeds in the temple.

The little girl saw everyone and grinned, "Mu...mu la la."

The Tyrant subconsciously asked, "Nothing else?"

"Guagua...papaya." After the little girl finished knocking the apples, her palms were empty. She even opened her small cloth bag and searched hard, but didn't find a single one.

The little girl couldn't help feeling disappointed and pouted.

[I haven’t eaten enough yet. This little cloth bag is too small. After returning to the palace, I will ask my mother to sew a bigger one for me. Next time, I will have to decorate it more.]

The Taifu's body stiffened. Wait, he seemed to hear the voice of a little girl in his ears.

The Master bent over and rubbed his eyes. He didn't hear the little princess speak. What was that voice just now...

The right prime minister suddenly looked to his side.

The Chief Justice of the Dali Temple was also confused. With his official position, he was not allowed to stand next to the Right Prime Minister. However, he was a little excited when he rushed into the hall just now and did not pay attention to his position for a while.

"Right Prime Minister, why are you looking at me?"

The right prime minister’s eyes froze.

Well……

He wanted to ask, "Did you hear any sound?", but with the tyrant here, he was a little afraid to ask.

I kept speculating in my heart.

There were also the civil and military officials behind him who had such doubts.

The closer you are to the princess, the clearer you can hear.

Those who stand slightly behind the temple entrance can hear from farther away.

But this does not prevent the little baby sounds from ringing in their heads.