After the grand prayer ceremony ended, before Loran Hill had time to digest the information he had learned during the ceremony, he was troubled by more things.
"Your Majesty, what name would you like the new dynasty to be called?"
"Your Majesty, Jialan, the fleet of the West Sea Prefecture is ready to set sail. They will once again cruise the seven seas, bringing you goods from all countries and states."
"The twenty-six central continents have surrendered one after another, willing to serve Your Majesty and await your orders. I wonder if Your Majesty has any instructions for them..."
"The officials of the four seasons have gradually taken over. The grand ceremony will be held in about a month. Your Majesty, please sign..."
In the huge palace, Loran Hill sat on the wide jade throne with some uneasiness, his brows slightly raised, looking at the ministers below who were speaking excitedly. Under his gorgeous and graceful golden long skirt, his knees were pressed together, relieving some of the tension in his heart.
Although he is not a child anymore, and in fact he has served as a great sage of Clancia and even as a leader of an organization, those were all assisting roles, or facing situations with everyone. Like today, when he sits alone in this empty hall, accepting the worship and advice of hundreds of officials, Loran Hill still feels a little nervous. Perhaps this is his nature.
"Come one by one, don't all crowd together." Loran Hill bit his lip lightly, trying to shut up these officials who were forgetting themselves.
They looked very mature and experienced before, and they all knew when to advance and retreat, but why are they so out of control today? They just solved the problem of the dragon vein. Such things have been done in the southwestern continents before, but the momentum and scale were not as large as today.
After the Dragon Vein Ceremony, Loran Hill has already stepped halfway into Sequence 9. The reason why it is called halfway is because she needs to maintain the progress of the ceremony and advance flawlessly. In fact, with the almost endless replenishment of the power of the Dragon Vein, she is almost perfect in the Dragon Sequence. The next step is to rely on the crown to advance to Sequence 10. However, in order to avoid the lighthouse effect of Sequence 10, she will not be promoted to that state for the time being. Probably only a few years before the Chaos Phantom attacks, will she consider Sequence 10.
Now, after resonating and connecting with the dragon veins, she could vaguely sense the flow of the dragon veins throughout the world simply by sitting on the jade throne in this hall. This feeling was truly amazing. It seemed as if with just a thought, she could know the details of what was happening in a certain place. It was quite terrifying, like her own talent as the primordial wind had been magnified many times over. However, to save her attention and bandwidth for thinking, she did not deliberately observe the situation in various places.
As the hall gradually quieted, Loran Hill sat on the jade throne. Her graceful figure, framed by her luxurious gold-embroidered gown, underwent a profound transformation. If in Crancia, her image was closer to that of a sage or angel, today on the Eastern Continent, her image resembled a perfect fusion of divine and imperial power, embodying the identity and appearance of a phoenix, the grace and beauty of a young empress, all perfectly.
Even if she herself really did not want to go down this path, the actual result was that she was closer to the perfect image that people vaguely expected than the phoenix or monarch of any dynasty.
The phoenix's power and kindness, coupled with the young queen's delicate and graceful beauty, evoked no resentment or rebellion. Perhaps simply seeing her seated on the throne brought comfort and joy? No one could explain this strange feeling.
While thinking, Loran Hill thought about the future name of the country or organization. Names such as "Phoenix Country", "Phoenix Dynasty", "Shenzhou", etc. kept appearing in his mind, but he always felt that they were not completely appropriate. In the end, he had to shake his cute hair and let the ministers below think of a solution together.
"What do you think is a better name for the new country?" A soft voice spread throughout the hall.
Everyone talked to each other and discussed in low voices.
"Your Majesty inherited the name of Xuanwu, so you should use Xuanwu as your title."
"Xuanwu is one of the Five Phoenixes, but Your Majesty is also a Phoenix. Why do you use someone else's name?" Someone shook his head in denial.
"So what about the 'Jialan Dynasty'?"
"No, no, calling him by his name is far too rude."
"That's true, but it doesn't seem right to use anything else as a replacement." Although everyone had some ideas in their minds, none of them were quite appropriate. It was difficult to come up with a name that would be accepted and recognized by the whole world.
"The previous dynasty named their names after flowers, so why don't we follow suit and use flowers as well?"
"This seems feasible. It's a departure from the previous dynasty, but it also inherits some elements. After all, the Plantagenet dynasty was indeed upright at the beginning, and is missed by many people."
"Then it must be orchid that is most valuable."
"What color and blue?" Everyone continued to discuss.
Loran Hill sat on the jade throne, listening to the discussion of the people below. The slight tension she had originally felt gradually dissipated, and her brows relaxed. Her long hair, decorated with long hairpins and ribbons, fell lightly on her shoulders and waist, highlighting her slender waist, but not making her look thin, but rather adding a bit of gorgeousness.
Just as the girl's mind was racing, thinking about how she should govern the country in the future, the discussion among the crowd also came to a conclusion.
"The sky is blue, its true color. Blue matches orchid, so it should be called 'the morning of blue orchid'." An old man shouted, and then the voices of the crowd gradually stopped.
"It's actually irrefutable..." Everyone else sighed.
So finally, the ministers proposed to name it "Canglan Dynasty".
After hearing this name, Loran Hill's mind turned, and he felt a little surprised and astonished. Perhaps it was really in line with the beginning of the ancient poem "Reeds are lush and green, and white dew turns to frost." He named himself Jialan because he liked the beginning of this ancient poem, but he didn't expect to end up back to square one.
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