Chapter 256 Rebels
A nearly rotting human head was placed on the table in front of Qin Mo. Its wide-open eyes and gaping mouth showed its resentment and anger before death.
"Has anyone confirmed this? Is this someone from Primavera Walmart?"
"Your Highness, I mixed him in with a bunch of heads and had Hassan, Holin, and others identify him again. They all pointed out that this was the head of the lord of the city-state of Masuripatnam." Wu Mingyi quickly gave an affirmative answer. This was his greatest achievement in this battle, how could he be careless and make a mistake?
"Oh! Take it back and bury it! In a few days, let that Prince Hermi inherit the throne. If you can't make up your mind about anything else, consult Yongqian."
"Your Highness, the Brahmins of Masuripatnam are demanding special status for them, otherwise they will not allow Hermi Walter to succeed to the throne. What do you think should be done?"
Qin Mo thought for a moment and said, "We won't interfere with their positions, but you tell them that if Hermi cannot succeed to the throne, then Masuripatnam will be of no use to us. Just destroy the entire city of Masuripatnam and let them go to their gods to complain!"
"Yes, sir! There is one more thing..."
Wu Mingyi suddenly became hesitant, his face full of embarrassment.
"Speak your mind, I'm busy!"
"Your Highness, Primi Walter has a daughter, Hermione's sister, who is exceptionally beautiful. Would you be interested in... meeting her?"
"Here you go!" Qin Mo waved his hand irritably. He already had enough women; he couldn't handle another one who had to wipe his butt with his bare hands.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!"
Wu Mingyi thanked Qin Mo happily and left with a joyful expression.
"Damn, is this guy trying to trick me? He originally wanted to use her himself instead of offering her to me?"
Qin Mo felt that she had been tricked by Wu Mingyi, and turned to Shia behind her for confirmation.
Hiahai stared at Qin Mo with her blue eyes for a while, then suddenly asked, "Qin Mo, are you very thirsty?"
"Qin Mo, do you need a woman?"
Even if Qin Mo was slow-witted, he could hear the resentment and annoyance in Xia's words. Ever since Qin Mo healed her wounds, Xia had become completely attached to Qin Mo, following him wherever he went, like a dog staring at its food bowl.
"I don't need women. I need to eat now. Why aren't you preparing lunch for me?"
Upon hearing that it was time to eat, Shia's resentment subsided considerably. She turned around and wiggled her hips to urge the chef. Now, Qin Mo decided what dishes to eat, and if she didn't like something, she wouldn't like it either. The chefs dared not complain.
The situation in Masuripatnam quickly stabilized, and the Brahmins finally recognized Hermi Walt's legitimacy. Hermi Walt hastily held a ceremony the following day to inherit the throne.
He dared not be in a hurry, for his uncle, Laputa Walmart, was in the army of the Great Xia. If the Great Xia people reneged on their decision and allowed his uncle to inherit the throne, his crime of patricide would surely be exposed, and he would be condemned to death.
The first thing Hermione Walmart did after taking over was to draft a proclamation and then take it to the Great Xia Rao camp for Wu Mingyi to review. He was terrified of his "brother-in-law" who held military power.
"This...and this needs to be changed. We are not the Great Xia army, we are the guards of the Development Bureau!"
Wu Mingyi pointed out several inappropriate parts of the announcement and asked Hermi Walmart to revise it before sending it to the surrounding city-states.
"Rest assured, sir, I will certainly do as you say. May I go and see Leah?"
"Herimi, once Lia enters my home, she's no longer someone you can see casually. Just go back and do your job."
Hermione Walmart obediently agreed and finally breathed a sigh of relief after taking his leave. It seemed that his throne was safe, and it was only right that he suffered some grievances.
Actually, I should thank these people of Great Xia, otherwise this throne would never have fallen to me. First of all, my father is in his prime, my uncle is tyrannical and barbaric, and even my younger brother is better than me in every way. There is no way I would be the one to be the "king".
Hermi Walter had just left the military camp of the Grand Yuan when he saw a familiar sedan chair enter the neighboring Pioneer Administration.
Hermi Walmart looked up at the pitch-black space, slowly walked over, and saw the few maids and attendants standing outside.
"Was it Mother who went in just now? Who was she looking for?"
The sudden voice startled the maids and attendants, and when they saw that the one who asked the question was the newly enthroned "King," they trembled and dared not speak.
"Answer the king's question!" Hermi also had his henchmen, and he threatened the few timid maids.
"Your Majesty, I...don't know...who the Queen is going to see...we are just servants..."
Hermi Walmart asked gently, "How many times have you been here?"
The maid trembled even more violently, but finally answered, "Many times..."
Hermi casually tossed a fine silver coin to the maid, then turned and walked into the night. This was the money of a high-ranking official, and within moments it was welcomed by everyone.
"Heh! Can't you all sit still anymore? Even my beautiful stepmother is willing to sacrifice herself for power?"
The darkness concealed the ferocity on Hermione Walmart's face. After his father's death, he had assumed that his beautiful stepmother, now destitute, would surely belong to him, but he hadn't expected this outcome.
No one wants to be born lowly, and no one wants to kneel for no reason. **It can drive people to do anything unimaginable, no matter how absurd.**
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