"Please guide me, my ancestors. Please guide me, gods. Is my royal family really going to be destroyed in my hands? What did I do wrong..."

A Bao quietly poked his head out from the side of the temple and looked at a white jade porcelain vase on top of the temple. "It's wrong. It's wrong."

The local tyrant looked over with tears in his eyes.

[If you worship the wrong gods, it is useless to pray to them]

Local emperor: ???

This voice...sounds familiar.

Where did you come from?

He looked around and set his sights on Abao.

Yes... this is what this little girl is thinking!

All the civil and military officials looked at Abao.

Po waved his hands to everyone.

[Strange, why are all of them looking at me like that? I don’t have any gold on my head.]

Civil and Military Officials of the Manchu Dynasty: !!!

General Dingguo had never encountered such a bizarre thing in his life: "Your Majesty, we..."

"Bang!"

The prime minister kicked General Dingguo who was standing beside him, staring at him and said, "If you dare to reveal that you can hear the little princess's thoughts, we will beat you to a pulp."

General Dingguo chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, I am fine now. Let's continue worshipping the gods."

"Come here and burn incense." The local tyrant inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner.

Afterwards, all the civil and military officials in the court also followed suit to burn incense.

The local tyrant listened hard again, but found that he could not hear A-bao's voice.

The local emperor was closest to the table and picked up three more incense sticks.

【Why is the old emperor looking at me so fiercely?】

The local emperor put down three incense sticks.

Can't hear.

Pick up three incense sticks.

[Is the old emperor stimulated? ]

I heard it.

The local emperor looked at the three incense sticks in his hand. Could it be that only by holding these three incense sticks could he hear the little princess's voice?

"Your Majesty, I would like to worship the gods again, is that okay?" The prime minister walked forward with a shameless face, staring at the incense on the table.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I want it too."

"emperor……"

"Stop shouting, take them all and worship them again." The local emperor naturally saw what the civil and military officials of the Manchu court were thinking.

Everyone wanted to hear the little girl's voice.

[The worship ceremony was really grand, but unfortunately, the wrong god was worshipped. The person in the painting was not the medicine god.]

The god worshipped by the country is the god of medicine.

The local tyrant sat down on the ground.

All the civil and military officials in the court bowed their heads silently.

Oh my God.

They heard something they shouldn't have heard today.

"Little princess, don't stand outside. Come in." The local emperor greeted her with a smile.

[Who knows what the old emperor is up to. He was crying and shouting at the portrait of the god just now, but now he is laughing. It's not a good thing.]

The prime minister lowered his head in secret delight.

This child is really smart.

"Little princess, do you know the gods of our country? Come, come, let me introduce you to our country's national god, the God of Medicine Shifang."

[Not a god of medicine, but a god of divine justice]

The local tyrant staggered and nearly fell.

(⊙o⊙)…

Isn’t the God of Judgement the national god of the Fire Nation?

Where is their country’s god of medicine?

"Uncle Emperor, can I come closer?" Po looked at the steamed buns on the tribute table and swallowed.

"Of course."

A-bao stood in front of the tribute table, his eyes wide open, looking at the freshly steamed dumplings.

It smells really good, and should taste even better, right?

"Little princess, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, not hungry."

【It's a mouthful】

The local emperor wanted to laugh out loud. Hahaha, this little girl is so cute.

Di Cangmo is such a lucky boy, how could he give birth to such a lovely daughter?

When the local tyrant remembered that his twenty-one daughters and one boy were not his own, he cried in his heart.

The thumb-sized buns were too small, so Bao ate one at a time. He didn’t have all his teeth yet, but he ate them quite fast.

[Since the old emperor gave me the small steamed bun, I have to remind him that he is worshiping the wrong god.]

Po pointed at the god in the painting and said, "Uncle Emperor, you are wrong. He is the God of Judgement, Ao."

"How do you know?"

Po smiled and said, "Because I have seen them before."

[They are all my younger brothers]

The local emperor suppressed his surprise and said, "Do you know that the God of Fire Nation is the God of Heaven's Judgement? Lord God of Medicine, we have been worshipping him for hundreds of years, how could we be wrong?"

[Oh, the old emperor is getting confused. He was always worshipping the right gods for the past few hundred years, but he got it wrong a hundred years ago. It seems his ancestors didn’t give him a dream.]

[No wonder Turkey is getting worse and worse. The God of Judgement and the God of Medicine, ahem, they just don't like each other. They quarrel and argue every day. If you put a picture of the God of Judgement and insist on calling someone the God of Medicine, he must be so angry that he will jump up and down.]

Local emperor: ...

"Because a hundred years ago, our ancestors had a fight, and in the chaos, they took the wrong portrait of the god."

"fight……"

The local tyrant was deeply impressed by this rumor.

When I was a child, I heard the late emperor mention that there was a minor friction between the Fire and Earth countries on Ling Island a hundred years ago.

The timing is exactly what the little girl said.

"How does the little princess know so much?"

Po didn't care, "Well, just think of it as a dream."

The local tyrant was secretly delighted. He thought, why not just change the portrait of the god?

However, he had never seen what the real God of Medicine looked like. There were records of him in history books, but a hundred years ago, a fire broke out in the palace's library and the entire library was burned down. Not a single page of book was left. Since then, their descendants had no idea what the god looked like.

The Prime Minister stood up and said, "Your Majesty, since the little princess said that we worshipped the wrong national god, why don't we take this opportunity to correct the mistake. Although the matter of the national god is a serious matter, for the sake of the country and the gods, we should correct our mistakes as soon as we know them."

General Dingguo also echoed: "Yes! I think what the Prime Minister said makes sense."

The Duke said: "I second this proposal."

All the civil and military officials of the Manchu court knelt outside the temple and said, "Your Majesty, we all second this proposal."

The local tyrant winked at the big guys and said, "You guys are doing a great job!"

Wait!

Let the little princess give us some guidance.

"Ahem, little princess, since you know the true appearance of the God of Medicine, how about having an artist draw a picture of the God of Medicine and we make some changes?"

[I didn’t expect the old emperor to really believe my words in my dream. It is the greatest virtue to admit one’s mistakes and correct them. Hahaha]

Local tyrant: Look, look, the little girl is praising me!

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty: …

Your Majesty, just show off.

It's not the same as when the little princess was thrown into jail.

[How should I tell the old emperor that this temple is originally the temple of the God of Heavenly Judgement. The Earth Kingdom Temple should be dedicated to the God of Heavenly Judgement Jiuli, not the God of Medicine Shifang]

[Here, only by offering sacrifices to the God of Heaven's Judgement can the power of the offering fall on Jiuli, and his divine power can protect the country of earth, and the descendants will continue to prosper.]

Po stared at the portrait of the God of Justice.

In recent years, because the Turkish Kingdom has been offering sacrifices incorrectly, he has not received the power of offerings for hundreds of years.

Jiuli is also a member of the offering array. His image is so blurry that his spirit is about to dissipate and he needs the power of offerings to nourish him.

The local tyrant was almost dumbfounded.

Hey guys, I heard another explosive news!

Now he has ended up without any descendants, all because he worshipped the wrong national god.

He was still waiting for the royal family to branch out. Over the years, many branches have spread out, but none of them is his root.