The girl spoke with such an understated tone, yet her words were incredibly arrogant and wild, like thunder crashing beside one’s ear, suddenly exploding!
Princess ivis widened her eyes, the fla ignited in her heart burning ever fiercer, seemingly ready to consu her entire being.
At this mont, her chest was filled with surging determination.
If it were before today, if Ye Wanlan had uttered such rebellious words, she would have been the first to jump out and scold Ye Wanlan for being so ungrateful and delusional.
But now, she realized that even a princess could have the right to inherit the throne.
There has never been a female Emperor in Atlantis, but just because it has always been so, does it an that it’s right?
This was the belief instilled in her by her forefathers, but does it an that the forefathers could never be wrong?
Princess ivis looked at Ye Wanlan with admiration in her eyes.
The Guard Commander’s body jolted with shock, he raised his head in disbelief, "Do you... do you know what you’re saying?"
"Let him best descend voluntarily," Ye Wanlan said plainly, "Otherwise, it won’t be such a simple matter, leave now."
Before the Guard Commander could react, in the next second, he found himself teleported outside Beirut King’s chambers.
He lay there, legs stiff and motionless, cold sweat soaking through his clothes, fear slithering through his limbs like a long snake, making it hard even to breathe.
He thought eliminating Princess ivis would be a simple task.
But he did not expect Princess ivis to unleash Alpha-level Divine Bloodline power, nor did he expect Ye Wanlan to be present.
Cold sweat dripped from the Guard Commander’s face, he bit his lip and stood up, forcing himself into Beirut King’s chamber, before crashing to his knees, "Your Majesty, I have failed, the mission... failed."
Beirut King parted the curtain, "What happened?"
With a trembling voice, the Guard Commander recounted the events in detail.
Within the chamber, a deathly silence fell.
Just as the Guard Commander thought his heart was about to explode, Beirut King finally spoke, "Without any combat experience, you were still repelled solely by her bloodline’s power, this is the strength of an Alpha-level Divine Bloodline."
Whether in Cangyuan Country or Chongming Country, Alpha-level Divine Bloodlines are rare indeed.
In Princess ivis’ generation, including her, there are only six Alpha-level Divine Bloodlines.
The other five are princes, who have received systematic training and have been to military bases for experience, but Princess ivis has not.
Beirut King had always instructed Princess ivis that she didn’t need to fight or have strength, she just needed to stay in the Royal Palace, because fighting was not what a princess should do.
Yet, amongst these six, it is Princess ivis’ bloodline that is the strongest.
Beirut King is willing to squander her bloodline rather than let her grow.
"With the plan failing, we must find another way," Beirut King chuckled lightly, not angered, "As for the Cangyuan throne? Utterly laughable, as long as the High Priest stands, the throne will never fall into another’s hands!"
The Emperor’s Order recognizes him as master, if he won’t allow it, no matter how hard Ye Wanlan tries, there will be no result.
The Guard Commander wiped his sweat, "Yes, Your Majesty, then what about Princess ivis..."
"Oh, she must be very sad," Beirut King said indifferently, "So it’s a pity, she must still disappear from this world, let think carefully about what thod to use."
He waved his hand, signaling the Guard Commander to withdraw.
Beirut King wasn’t wrong, Princess ivis was indeed very sad, and a bit incredulous.
"Grandfather wants to kill ..." Princess ivis finally sorted out her thoughts, "Why does he want to kill ? Even though he usually..."
"Even though he usually adores you, right?" Ye Wanlan said coolly, "His affection can be retracted at any ti, but the power in your hands will never betray you."
Princess ivis’ mouth dropped open, "I have... no power in my hands."
She finally realized the crux of the problem.
Her position and such were all given by Beirut King, not what she truly owned.
"In your grandfather’s view, power belongs to them, and you and other princesses are just their appendages," Ye Wanlan looked at her, "The affection and protection you receive co from their power, they can retract it at any ti, which is why in their eyes, you are a dispensable subordinate."
Princess ivis’ body trembled, suddenly enlightened.
So that’s how it is!
"I... I thought it over all afternoon, I think you’re right," Princess ivis lowered her head, slightly ashad, "No one has ever told that whatever I want to beco, I can beco."
As a princess, from birth, she was bound by her title.
Indeed, it was extrely glamorous, but she had to follow strict rules, learn many things, and was not free.
"Oh?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Then what do you want to beco?"
Princess ivis answered resolutely, "I want to beco a commander, I want power, you are right, only power will not betray ."
"A good aspiration, then start now," Ye Wanlan turned, and with a sidelong glance, smiled, "I look forward to your prowess on the battlefield."
That night, many were destined to be sleepless.
The morning sunlight fell, cloaking the Royal Palace with a faint golden sheen.
The royal palace ministers gathered in the front hall, beginning their daily reports.
They had no knowledge of what transpired in the palace the previous night, and naturally, Beirut King would not expose it himself.
Oleg still said the sa thing, "I ask Your Majesty to appoint Princess Wanlan as the Crown Prince soon, to allow Cangyuan to strengthen quickly."
Beirut King was already tired of dealing with him, just as he was about to rise and depart, a commotion arose at the entrance of the hall.
"Your Highness Wanlan, this is the council, you cannot enter!"
"Your Highness Wanlan, you cannot participate in court discussions, you..."
The Royal Palace Guards did not manage to stop her, as Ye Wanlan proceeded into the hall.
With a "swish," all eyes focused on her.
Beirut King’s brow furrowed, "What’s the matter, speak after the eting."
This place did not permit the presence of won.
"Nothing major," Ye Wanlan spoke calmly, "Just a humble request."
Beirut King restrained his anger, "Since it’s a humble request, then don’t make it."
"I grew up in Shenzhou, always adhering to the etiquette of courtesy before using force," Ye Wanlan smiled mildly, "Now, of course, it’s still a request."
Beirut King slamd the table suddenly, "What, you can’t ask, so you plan to coerce?"
"Please grandfather, pass the throne to ," Ye Wanlan said slowly, "If courtesy fails, then force is the only option."
Three hundred years later, she will ultimately beco the Emperor.
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