“This is a title.”
After saying that, Xu Qiudong stood up and stretched his arms.
Song Chiyou reached out and picked up the paper.
He now feels like he has shot himself in the foot.
Confer the title of consort? That's easy to say, but how could she, a princess of a fallen nation, be given the title?
Just thinking about it, Song Chiyou felt tremendous resistance.
However, he wanted to give her a name.
He has been here for so many years and knows how important status is to a woman in ancient times.
If she followed him in this unclear way, people all over the world would definitely talk about it, and it would not be good for her reputation.
At the morning court the next day, as soon as this matter was brought up, it was opposed by a number of ministers.
"Your Majesty, no."
"How can a princess of the previous dynasty be made a consort? She should be executed immediately."
“…”
There were only two voices of opposition, not a single one of agreement.
Execution?
Song Chiyou thought of Xu Qiudong who was living a peaceful life in the Yangxin Palace.
Song Chiyou slammed the table hard, "Shut up!"
"When do I need your consent to do anything?"
Unexpectedly, the ministers showed no fear at all. They knelt on the ground one by one and said, "Your Majesty, we request your permission to execute the witch from the previous dynasty."
Song Chiyou hated being threatened the most. He had taken the path of rebellion in the first place so that no one in the world could bully or threaten him. He didn't expect that now that he was the ruler of the world, he was still being threatened by others.
"What if I don't agree?"
The ministers took off their black hats one by one, gently placed them on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Then we can only kowtow to death in the Golden Palace."
Finally, after a stalemate of several hours, they reached a temporary consensus.
Xu Qiudong was not executed, but she could not be made a concubine either.
Song Chiyou returned to the Yangxin Palace angrily, but stopped at the door.
How should I tell her when I get back?
Just then, the door opened from the inside, and Song Chiyou saw Xu Qiudong inside.
"Come in quickly."
Song Chiyou walked in quickly. He did not mention what happened at the morning court today.
Xu Qiudong didn't ask either.
Xu Qiudong's sensible appearance made Song Chiyou more determined to make her a concubine.
In fact, Xu Qiudong was just too lazy to ask these questions, she didn't care.
At the morning court the next day, Song Chiyou was extremely determined to make Xu Qiudong his concubine.
As expected, this matter was once again opposed by a number of ministers.
However, this time Song Chiyou regained his bloodthirsty nature and killed the leading minister with a quick and decisive move.
"Who else has objections?"
There is no leader, but there are still a few reckless ones.
"kill."
“…”
"Does anyone among you have any objections?"
"Your Highness obeys your command. Long live the Emperor."
After all those who objected were killed, no one would object to Xu Qiudong being crowned as a queen.
But now Xu Qiudong's reputation as the enchanting concubine is firmly established.
When the eunuch came to convey the imperial edict, Xu Qiudong was still copying her Buddhist scriptures.
"Your Majesty, you should kneel down and accept the order."
Xu Qiudong raised his eyes lightly and glanced at the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict. His cold eyes frightened the eunuch.
"If she doesn't want to kneel, then don't kneel." At this time, Song Chiyou walked over and said.
Because Song Chiyou wanted to see Xu Qiudong happy, he left behind a pile of memorials and came over to witness this moment.
He thought Xu Qiudong would appear very happy, but unexpectedly Xu Qiudong was still copying Buddhist scriptures in a cold and indifferent manner.
To be honest, if Song Chiyou hadn't been here, I would have rushed out long ago, and I wouldn't have to copy Buddhist scriptures here to suppress my temper.
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