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"Proclamation?" Little Fishy was surprised. What tricks was the emperor playing now? She didn't hear him proclaiming any orders when they met last night. She rubbed her temples. This emperor really was a pain in the ass.

At this time of night, Jiumei dressed neatly and sat back in her wheelchair, while Xiaoyu pushed him out the door to receive the edict. It was still Eunuch Gao who had come to announce the decree.

"Greetings, Eunuch Gao." Little Fishy carried out the principle of politeness and politeness.

Eunuch Gao used his unique high-pitched voice to read out the imperial edict: "With the blessing of the heavens, the Emperor summons the Emperor to bestow upon Night Nine's son Nezha the name of Ye Xinghui, his name is Yuhong, and to bestow upon him the title of Shang Wang." This is my gift! "

A king? Everyone in the palace was shocked. Night Nine and Fishy's faces turned pale. They were truly afraid of what might come next. The imperial edict had turned into a hot potato, so it was hard to refuse it.

When Eunuch Gao finished announcing the decree, his face turned pale. Soon, a smile appeared on his face, but it was somewhat stiff. He took the imperial edict and handed it to Ninefire, congratulating her, "Congratulations Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess!"

With a cold expression, Night Nine took the imperial edict. "Thank you, Eunuch Gao. This King will immediately go to the palace to fetch Nezha back."

The prince had been bestowed the title of prince, and was moving out of the palace in accordance with the palace's rules. This could also be considered a blessing in disguise, as it was a blessing in disguise. He was half happy and half unhappy.

Eh? Eunuch Gao was stunned. Was this the emperor's miscalculation?

A grandson personally given a name by the Emperor was already extremely rare. In addition, he was conferred the title of a prince when he was a minor. It could be imagined how much the Emperor doted on this grandson and how many people envied him.

This emperor obviously wants to put his life on the line. What's more, the emperor doesn't want to be named after the words on the list because it seems to be a favor to him. Actually, he didn't plan on letting Nezha live, so he didn't even bother using the name of the royal family.

Nezha, who was drinking milk, also felt the change in his wet nurse's attitude. The wet nurse who initially thought he was ugly wasn't willing to feed him milk this morning, but now she was giggling and asking, "Is the King full? Did he sleep cold last night …"

The most ridiculous and hypocritical words were the wet nurse's ping-pong eyes as she joked in front of everyone, "Prince Shang is so handsome, he's practically carved from the same mold as Ninth Prince. "These eyebrows, these eyes, these little mouth, they're all like immortals. When they grow up, they'll definitely bewitch all the girls in the Moon Kingdom."

Ugh, she choked on her milk. She rolled her eyes and fainted right in front of her mistress.

When the morning assembly began, the news of little Nezha being bestowed the title of King spread throughout the capital, becoming a topic of conversation between ministers and commoners after dinner. All the princes except for Night Nine had gathered at the First Floor of the World, and had asked for the best private room to hold a temporary colloquium on this unfair matter.

The atmosphere was tense and depressing, as if they were all constipated. Their dark and gloomy faces were filled with resentment as they waited to erupt.

"Pah!" With red eyes, she said, "How did that cripple get such good treatment? Even the son of the crown prince did not have such special treatment. Why is it his turn to be crippled?"

As if stabbed by a knife, the Crown Prince Ye Yue's expression turned ugly in an instant, but she remained silent. As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth. With the emperor's love for his ninth brother, he knew that they were secretly dissatisfied with him bestowing kingship, and would certainly be heavily punished. There were many examples. When they heard that Ninth Brother was going to marry an imperial concubine, they all gathered together to see Ninth Brother make a joke. When the news reached the emperor's ears, he made them kneel until their knees went soft in the study. The Tenth Brother is an impetuous person. Even after suffering so much, he still can't learn to be a good boy.

Seventh or eighth prince didn't have the power to rule the kingdom. Not to mention bestowing the title of first prince, as long as the emperor was happy, he could bestow the title of king to anyone he wanted. It had nothing to do with the two of them. The two of them thought that they were listening to the chatter of others, like strangers listening to a guest, not expressing their opinions on the matter, calmly drinking their own tea and eating their own favorite food.

The Sixth Prince Yeshen was drinking his tea gracefully. His eyes were bone-chilling cold.

Third Marquis Ye Yumei was extremely fond of Yue Yang, so when he heard Ye Lang Mei's insulting words, he frowned, and said unhappily, "Tenth brother, pay attention to your own status. As a prince, don't be as vulgar as the citizens of the city. "

"Third Brother, I know you love talent, so I always have some pity for that little fish. I have nothing to say to protect her. Why are you still helping that cripple say that I'm wrong? What benefits did he give you? " When he heard Ye Yumei help Ye Jiumei, he felt even more furious. When he spoke, he only attacked without thinking, "Did he give you Little Fishy to be your concubine?"

"Ye Yumei, don't make it so hard to spit out ivory from your mouth. I know you're jealous of Little Jiu, so what if you're jealous and angry? If you have the ability, go and speak to Father in front of him, and bestow the title of a prince to your own son. "Don't try hard behind your back, that would only make you look like a villain." Everyone knew that Ye Yumei liked Fishy's talents. Originally, it was not a shameful matter. Just by using Night Nine's foul mouth to speak, it was as if he had accidentally fallen into a latrine, and the stench was unbearably strong.

How could she allow someone to insult her in such a way? She lifted the entire table with her hands, smashing the dishes on the floor, mixing them with water, oil, and dyeing her clothes in all sorts of colors.

Amongst them, the youngest one was none other than the Eleventh Prince, Night Demon. She was happily eating her favorite crystal bag, and although she did not provoke anyone, her dishes were all over the place.

Brother Ten, why did you smash the table?" "Ahh …" Night Demon became furious. She used her innocent eyes to glare at the troublesome Ye Langmei and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Wasn't it just eating a little more …

He didn't even hear a word of what the other party said. He thought it was because he had stolen his own Tenth Bro's delicacy to invite dissatisfaction, causing him to flip the table to vent his anger. Eleven, what do you want people to say about you?

This was truly a very, very foolish and naive child!

"Tenth Brother, let's be brothers. What do you mean by not speaking properly? Do you really have to flip the table and fight?" The always refined Second Prince Ye Weimei did not escape the baptism of food. As he shook off the food on his clothes, he scolded the disrespectful Ye Langmei with a cold expression, what kind of words were those?

At this moment, Ye Yumei was being criticized, and Ye Yumei, who was full of anger, started to retort back, "Ye Yumei, you actually said that I'm not one because of that piece of trash. What, he really did give you the benefit to send Little Fishy to your bed. "No wonder …"

"Pah!" Ye Yumei was not an impulsive person, and she was not a human when it came to impulses.

Ye Langmei humiliating him like this had really crossed his bottom line. Like a gust of wind, she stood before Ye Langmei. With a wave of her large sleeve, the entire room echoed with the crisp sound of a slap.

Everyone in the room was shocked and silent as they cast their gazes at Ye Yumei. This Old Third usually liked mechanical techniques. He treated people amiably and smiled when they met. He never took the initiative to fight with others when he was young. Old Tenth really had the ability to force the rabbit like Old Third into a corner.