Beirut King suddenly stood up, his eyes bursting with incredulous brilliance.
If he was three parts shocked when he first saw Ye Wanlan, now he was completely overwheld!
Having been together day and night, how could he not recognize this face?
The Atlantians of advanced bloodline are favored by ti.
More than forty years have passed, yet ti has not touched Beitang Xinyi; she remains elegant and exceptional, worthy of the title "Mother of the Nation."
Her attire was not luxurious, just a simple wooden hairpin holding up her hair, yet her deanor completely overshadowed the current Queen.
The ministers were again speechless, staring at Beitang Xinyi’s face, unable to recover for a long ti.
After so monts, exclamations erupted.
"Heavens..."
"It’s the Beitang Queen!"
"My God, the forr queen is still alive!"
Beitang Xinyi’s contributions to Cangyuan Country were not less, if not more, than those of the Beirut King.
Moreover, the Beirut King ascended the throne among many princes largely due to Beitang Xinyi’s support.
That’s why the Beirut King took advantage of Beitang Xinyi’s childbirth to kill both mother and child.
Not only did this eliminate the threat of the Prophetic Son to him, but it also removed Beitang Xinyi.
A two-pronged approach, why not do it?
At this mont, the Beirut King trembled all over, his eyes blood-red, his brain crash landed.
The child, he strangled with his own hands.
Beitang Xinyi, he watched her breathe her last.
Why are they both still alive?!
"I can testify, Ah Lan is indeed Your Majesty’s granddaughter." Beitang Xinyi smiled slightly, unhurried, "Back then, Your Majesty thought I died in childbirth and gave a grave burial, but by chance, I did not die."
The Beirut King publicly claid that Beitang Xinyi died in childbirth, expressing his deep sorrow.
Thus, none of the ministers suspected anything.
Many old ministers beca excited, rushing forward to offer congratulations.
"Your Majesty, the return of Beitang Queen and Her Royal Highness the Princess is indeed a great joy for Cangyuan!"
"Just earlier, weren’t you worrying about the northern outbreak? If I recall, years ago it was Beitang Queen who solved a similar crisis; her return must be a blessing for Cangyuan!"
"Your Majesty..."
The crowd’s words pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
Ye Wanlan watched the twitching face of the Beirut King, her expression calm.
The prestige of a king who is less respected than a queen — no wonder he wanted to eliminate her grandmother.
The current Queen was also panicked: "Your Majesty..."
She is truly just a pretty face, with no other abilities.
But that’s precisely why the Beirut King selected her as Queen, for her easy manipulation.
But if Beitang Xinyi is still alive, how could she remain Queen?
The noise grew louder until the Beirut King finally erupted: "Silence!"
"..."
All the noise faded away.
"Chongming Country just closed its borders, yet soone cos to Cangyuan pretending to be the forr queen and princess." The Beirut King had an icy expression, "Supre Wisdom sends spies to Cangyuan, clearly intending to annex Cangyuan, and you were all deceived by the spies, celebrating here!"
Beitang Xinyi’s expression turned cold, just about to speak, but Ye Wanlan stopped her hand: "Grandmother, no rush."
And this indeed cald the excited old ministers.
Indeed, the forr queen, who was confird dead, returns with a princess at such a critical juncture—full of suspicion.
Cold sweat soaked the Beirut King’s back, yet he restored his haughty deanor: "Guards, detain them, I will personally interrogate!"
The Royal Palace Guards stepped forward, surrounding Ye Wanlan and Beitang Xinyi.
"Your Majesty, we were once husband and wife, yet you do not even recognize ." Beitang Xinyi sighed lightly, "Truly chilling for ."
"Precisely because Xinyi and I were once husband and wife, I cannot let a spy usurp her position!" Beirut King said coldly, "Take them away!"
However, the guards did not move.
Beitang Xinyi slowly took out a token and held it up.
The token was ancient with elegant patterns, and in its center were two engraved words—
Earth Token.
"It’s the Earth Token!" an old minister exclaid, "Your Majesty, that is indeed Beitang Queen, there’s no mistake!"
Ye Wanlan stepped forward, her voice icy: "With the Earth Token here, stand down now!"
The guards hesitated yet retreated, so looking uncertain.
Beirut’s expression turned completely dark.
The Cangyuan Great Priest crafted two tokens, one nad "Emperor’s Order," the other "Earth Token."
The Emperor’s Order was given to the King, the Earth Token to the Queen.
When Beitang Xinyi was buried, he could not find the Earth Token, turns out she had taken it!
At this mont, how could Beirut not realize Beitang Xinyi had faked her death?
She had been guarding against him all along!
Such a fine queen!
"Supre Wisdom is devious, acquiring the Earth Token wouldn’t be difficult." The Beirut King’s words squeezed through clenched teeth, "Xinyi is dead, there’s no room for doubt!"
"Only the King of Cangyuan can wield the Emperor’s Order, and the Earth Token belongs solely to the Queen of Cangyuan." Ye Wanlan was composed, smiling, "Your Majesty implies that our Cangyuan Great Priest’s power is not as strong as Supre Wisdom?"
"!!!"
The mont these words were out, Beirut King’s expression drastically changed.
If he dared to admit, it was no different than telling everyone he was undermining his own authority.
The Cangyuan Great Priest’s status in Cangyuan Country is akin to Supre Wisdom’s status in Chongming Country.
Everyone knows it’s the Cangyuan Great Priest who ensures Cangyuan Country’s existence.
Indeed, the ministers grew anxious: "Your Majesty!"
"It’s... it’s just hard to believe." Beirut King took a deep breath, tears fell, "Back then, Xinyi passed in my arms, it’s been my nightmare for forty years."
He put on such a passionate act it made the ministers feel sorrowful.
When Beitang Xinyi died, the Beirut King was also sick for days, indicating his deep emotional attachnt.
Beitang Xinyi rely looked evenly at the pretentious Beirut King: "Since Your Majesty does not dispute my identity anymore, isn’t it ti to restore Ah Lan’s identity now?"
The Beirut King frowned, his gaze formally settling on Ye Wanlan.
While staring at her, he pondered, does this child know the truth from back then?
It’s impossible for her to know; even Beitang Xinyi wouldn’t know about the prophecy.
"Xinyi, you’ve been away for a long ti, more than forty years have passed; now to restore the princess’s identity requires more than just blood relations." Beirut King smiled gently, "There must be a test, otherwise—"
Ye Wanlan flexed her wrist: "Fine."
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