The queen sat beside Ye Qingli, Jiurao, Ji Huangyu, and Luan Fei sat in the highest-level distinguished guest seat, and the meal was filled with joy.

The singer and dancer took turns to take action, and it was obvious that he had made careful preparations for the throne ceremony.

Jiurao picked up the white jade wine cup and raised her glass to Yeqingli and signaled: "Congratulations."

"What are you congratulating me?" Ye Qingli raised his eyebrows lightly, "Xiao Raoer can't even say the congratulations in full."

Jiu Rao was slightly silent. Thinking of Ye Qingli's name changing to Rao after he ascended the throne, he smiled faintly and congratulated again: "Congratulations to His Majesty Rao on his ascension to the throne. I would like to send a sincere blessing on behalf of the subjects of Lingguo. May the two countries be in harmony forever and will not have any wars. May the people of both countries enjoy a peaceful and stable life for a long time."

Ji Huangyu had already greeted Ye Qingli's ancestors in his heart.

Emperor Rao?

Why don’t a big man die if he is so pretentious?

If you really want to be so affectionate, you might as well abandon the throne and become the emperor of Jiurao. Isn’t it more meaningful than formal false affection?

The Rao Emperor... it should be Rao Mei.

A hypocritical and pretentious guy.

"Thank you for your sincere blessings. You will know that you are a wise monarch with the hearts of the people." Ye Qingli raised his glass to return the gift, "I sincerely wish to live in peace with Xiao Raoer and hope that the people of both countries will enjoy peace forever. With today's throne ceremony, I promise that as long as I am in power for one day, there will never be a war in Donglan and Ling Kingdoms."

As he said that, he signaled to Jiurao, and then he raised his head and drank it all.

Ji Huangyu sneered: "Even without the promise of Emperor Ye, Her Majesty, my queen, is fearless. The current national strength, financial strength and military strength of Lingguo are much stronger than Donglan. You will dare to have other ideas unless you have a water in your mind."

As soon as these words came out, the ministers in the hall changed their faces, and nearly a hundred pairs of eyes swept towards Ji Huangyu.

Is this a provocation?

At the ceremony of the ascension of His Majesty of the Emperor, he was blatantly provoked?

"Ji Huangyu." Ye Qingli glanced at him coldly, "If you hope Donglan and Lingguo will raise troops, you can tell them directly."

"So what if I say it?" Ji Huangyu raised his eyebrows, "Can you really dare to fight?"

Why not?

If so, Ye Qingli would like to destroy Lingguo directly, destroy several emperors, and then capture Xiao Raoer to Donglan Palace and build a gorgeous palace with her only living there. Every day, every year, only he can see him.

However, I only dare to think about this in my heart. Ye Qingli really didn’t have the courage to say it.

He was afraid that Jiu Rao would exert his power and directly demolish his palace.

Of course, demolishing the palace is a trivial matter. If it makes her unhappy, it will not be wonderful to not get involved with him from now on.

So in the face of Ji Huangyu's provocation, Ye Qingli wisely did not confront him head-on, but said to Jiu Rao: "Xiao Raoer, your princess really has no rules at all. In such a formal and solemn occasion, he does not pay any attention to the image of the princess and your face at all. I suggest you go back and throw him into the cold palace immediately."

Ji Huangyu's eyebrows and eyes cold: "Your suggestion is—"

"Ji Huangyu." Jiu Rao turned his head and said in a light tone, "Pay attention to your image."

The last word stuck in his throat, Ji Huangyu silently closed his mouth and looked at Ye Qingli with contempt.
Chapter completed!