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"Mother! Mother! " Zhao Jing ran on the palace path while crying, with no direction to go. Ever since she was brought into the palace, her mother had been lost. The palace was so big, where could she go to find it?

Now that the Previous Emperor had passed away, the entire palace was filled with weeping.

Zhao Jing kicked the eunuch who was blocking the way away, and directly smashed into the door. The ten-year old child was immediately frightened by the scene in front of him. He sat on the ground and was unable to get up for a long time.

The eunuchs panicked. "Aiyo, your majesty!" Your majesty! Please calm your anger, your majesty! "

Looking around, there was a room full of Heaven Lady floating under the roof. Zhao Jing subconsciously touched his neck, as though all the white silk were tied around his neck, causing him to be unable to breath. Her gaze swept across the unfamiliar faces. Luckily, she wasn't one! Not my mother!

Zhao Jing's breathing became rapid, and he numbly turned his head to look at the servants kneeling on the ground, "Where's my mother? Where did you hide my mother? I want my mother! "

The eunuchs did not dare utter a sound. Zhao Jing was hysterical, "Give Mother back to me!"

"Your majesty!" A soft call.

The armored soldiers quickly surrounded the area, and a dark shadow loomed over her head.

In the reverse light, the man's jade-white skin gave off a hint of light. When he looked down at her from above, his beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with a hint of chilliness and complexity. When she wanted to see clearly, all that was left in his eyes was indifference.

"Your majesty!" The man bent down and respectfully bowed to her.

Zhao Jing was startled, he felt that this person was even prettier at bowing than others, and had completely forgotten to look for his mother.

"This humble subject is Dongfang Weiming, the great general of Zhenguo, kowtowing to you." His speech was extremely slow and his voice was unstoppable, but he did not feel the slightest bit sluggish. Hearing in the ear is like a feather passing over the heart, tickling.

Before Zhao Jing could regain his senses, Dongfang Weiming had already grabbed her hand.

His palm was truly warm.

Dongfang Weiming smiled yet not a smile as he straightened his body and spoke to his subordinates, "The Emperor has found it, the inauguration ceremony can begin."

As the voice faded, the armored soldiers retreated in unison.

Zhao Jing followed along like a demon and was led out.

He said, "In the future, the emperor will call himself 'I'. You can't call yourself 'I' anymore. Do you understand?"

Zhao Jing nodded, "But I am."

He stopped in his tracks, and a hint of coldness appeared in his pupils.

Zhao Jing shrunk his body, and blurted out one word stiffly, "We!"

He pursed his lips slightly, counting her out.

In front of the throne room, Dongfang Weiming said meaningfully, "Walk on these green stone steps and you will be the lofty emperor. You will be the ruler of the Da Xia Empire and the master of the world. Everyone will bow down to you and cry out "Long live". But in this world, only those who had the right to do so would have the right to do so. The Emperor could only do so by himself. However, this humble subject will continue to assist Your Majesty until a peaceful day arrives. "

Zhao Jing was only ten years old and had just arrived in the bustling capital. One of the reasons she came was to want to make her emperor, so she completely did not understand the meaning behind Dongfang Weiming's words.

Until...

When the hundred officials went on stage, they said, "The young master and the mother, the left behind, shall be the mother". Only then did Zhao Jing understand the deep meaning behind Dongfang Weiming's sentence of "one man, one world".

Did he really have to be a loner before he could be promoted to a high position and become a supreme existence?

Zhao Jing didn't agree.

No one can touch her mother!