Song Jiao floated lightly back to the fairyland and headed straight for the palace of the Emperor of Heaven.
Di Ming was nice to the original owner and her mother, so she planned to take advantage of the situation.
Mengyao followed closely behind, ready to testify to what Song Jiao had seen and heard.
In the Palace of the Emperor of Heaven, Emperor Ming sat high on a throne decorated with jade carvings and flowers. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through all appearances.
Song Jiao bowed respectfully, and then talked incessantly about what she had seen and heard in the human world. Meng Yao nodded from time to time, confirming what Song Jiao said.
However, after listening to them, Di Ming did not immediately comment on what they said.
Instead, he looked at the two elves with interest.
He didn't ask any questions about what they had seen, but instead changed the subject and asked, "Why are you two in a place like Nanfeng Pavilion?"
Hearing this, Song Jiao immediately put on an innocent look, blinked her eyes, and replied, "Mengyao said she would take me to a nice place, and then we went to Nanfeng Pavilion."
When she spoke, her tone was full of grievance, as if she was just an innocent person who was led astray.
When Mengyao heard this, she felt miserable.
She was about to open her mouth to defend herself, but was met with Song Jiao's warning gaze.
Song Jiao even used a secret voice transmission to tell her: "If you don't admit it, I will tell you about the other things you did when you went to Nanfeng Pavilion before."
Mengyao had no choice but to admit that she liked to go!
This Song Jiao was happy when she left, but she came back to stab me?
Emperor Ming watched the interaction between the two elves and already understood everything in his heart.
He did not expose their little trick, but informed the Queen of the Phoenix Clan about the matter in a seemingly considerate manner.
Sure enough, not long after, Meng Yao was summoned by the queen of the Phoenix clan, where she was beaten up and then confined to her room.
Song Jiao nodded in satisfaction, thinking to herself, "You're willing to sacrifice everything for your sister, Mengyao, I will always remember you."
Mengyao: #￥%.........
It’s not reliable, it’s really not reliable at all!
Di Xun and Yun Qing's plan is still in progress, but their every move is under the control of Di Ming.
Of course, in order to ensure that Su Lan would not know about this, Song Jiao also reached an agreement with Di Xun. She promised that Su Lan would not divorce him, but he also had to keep it secret.
As time went by, Song Jiao felt more and more that this was how the task should be done so that there would be more time to rest.
Time flies, three months later
Emperor Ming's birthday ceremony went on as scheduled.
Lingxiao Palace, the magnificent and golden palace appears even more solemn and majestic in the soft light unique to the fairy world.
However, the atmosphere today is extremely tense, as if there is an undercurrent surging.
Di Xun, the immortal who claimed to be the true son of the Emperor of Heaven, stormed into the Lingxiao Palace with a group of followers.
Their robes fluttered elegantly, but they could not hide the dissatisfaction and anger on their faces.
Di Xun was only seven or eight years old. He had a handsome face but a sinister look. His eyes revealed his desire for power and deep disdain for Di Ming.
He stood in the center of the hall, holding a long sword that was flashing with cold light, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Emperor Ming on the throne.
His voice was cold and firm, as if he wanted to pour out all his dissatisfaction and anger: "Di Ming, do you admit your guilt?"
Di Ming sat on the throne, looking at Di Xun expressionlessly.
He was wearing a golden robe of the Emperor of Heaven and a jade crown on his head, and he exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.
Facing Di Xun's questioning and accusations, he seemed to have expected it, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
Seeing that Di Ming did not respond, Di Xun continued, "I am the true son of the Emperor of Heaven, but the position of the Emperor of Heaven has been occupied by an incompetent person like you. You only know how to pursue pleasure and reap the fruits of others' labor. You have done nothing, yet you can get the position of the Emperor of Heaven. You do not deserve to sit in this position!" His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.
"It was my father Emperor Xuan who conquered the Immortal Realm, not you!"
As Di Xun finished speaking, the immortals who supported him also began to blame Di Ming.
Their words were filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards Di Ming, as if they wanted to vent all their resentment.
"Emperor Ming, you got your position in the fairy world thanks to the sacrifices of people like us, but now you are abusing the real son of the Emperor of Heaven. Where is your conscience?" An immortal said angrily.
"You don't have the qualifications and vision of a Heavenly Emperor. You only care about pleasure and ignore the fairy world. You must abdicate!" Another fairy also stood up and accused.
Di Xun stood aside with a smug smile on his face.
He seemed to have seen the moment when he ascended to the throne of the Emperor of Heaven and enjoyed the glory of being worshipped by all the immortals.
His arrogance and greed were fully exposed at this moment. What he wanted was not only the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, but also the supreme power and glory.
Song Jiao just sat quietly by the side eating melon seeds. She cracked the seeds gracefully, one after another. The crisp sound of cracking seeds echoed in the hall, as if adding a leisurely atmosphere to this tense power struggle.
Her eyes revealed an expression of enjoying a show, as if she didn't care about the fight and was just enjoying the fun of the drama.
Everyone present, including the immortals who supported Di Xun, had already known that Di Ming was planning to force the emperor to abdicate, so they did not show much surprise in the face of Di Xun's provocation.
On the contrary, they all remained calm and composed, as if all this was within their expectations.
Emperor Ming raised his hand, and Long Baixingjun, standing beside him, immediately stepped forward. His voice echoed throughout the hall, resoundingly saying, "The original decree from the Heavenly Emperor designated Emperor Ming as the heir to the throne. This was notarized and known to everyone. As for Emperor Xuan, he chose to lead his troops to the battlefield on his own initiative. This is all known. Is Your Highness now plotting to usurp the throne?"
Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness, as if he was defending Di Ming while also questioning Di Xun's motives.
As Long Baixingjun finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent again.
Di Xun's expression changed slightly, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He retorted directly, "Liar, you are all liars! Don't think I don't know how much benefit Di Ming has given you! You so-called impartial people have long been in cahoots with Di Ming. How could you possibly admit what I said?"
His voice was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he had seen through the true faces of these people.
"Today," Di Xun said word by word, "Di Ming must abdicate!" His tone was firm and cold, as if he was ready to fight Di Ming.
As he spoke, he suddenly turned and looked at the group of immortals behind him, his eyes gleaming with the flame of ambition. "Since Emperor Ming refuses to give up his throne, then we have no choice but to fight. Today, I, Emperor Xun, will eliminate this tyrant for the immortal world and restore its glory!"
"Kill!" Di Xun shouted, and the immortals behind him responded immediately, drawing their weapons and preparing to fight Di Ming.
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