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  Ma Yin was slightly stunned, but immediately nodded: "Okay!"

  "Slow down!" Meng Zhi Xiang said displeased: "Ba Tu brother, this king's fate is yours, letting a little kid draw the lots is too childish!"

  "That's right! How can his drawing be counted?" Someone in the guest immediately echoed.

  "What if it's wrong, don't you admit it?" And there are also people who kick others when they're down: "Brother Ba Tu should prove himself!"

  Ma Yin laughed and said: "I told him that he would draw for me, of course, the one he drew is my destiny! Everyone doesn't have to be nervous."

  Ma Yin's calm and natural demeanor had left everyone else stunned - could it be that his silence earlier was not due to distrust of the drawing, but rather guilt?

  "Cut the nonsense! You say it's your fate, then hurry up and draw!" Liu Cun urged impatiently in a loud voice. Ma Yin immediately bent down and whispered into Ma Xifan's ear.

  At the same time, Ma Xi Fan raised his hand, with a gesture of counting on his fingers.

  At this moment, Meng Zhi-Xiang looked at Ma Yin and then at Ma Xi-Fan, his eyes narrowing slightly.

  "I remember, Your Majesty," Ma Xifan said and immediately went to the front of the case, where he began counting the signed documents, of course without making a sound.

  Inside the hall, the ravens and sparrows made no sound. Everyone was watching his movements, looking as if he was about to count out this royal seal!

  Everyone held their breath as Ma Xi Fan reached in and pulled out one of the pens.

  Ma Xi Fan looked at the big "Wang Quan" on the sign and joyfully raised it: "Father Wang, it's really Wang Quan!"

  This sentence made Ma Yin's face excited, but he didn't move on the throne, while the guests around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

  King's power!

  Clearly written words, truly majestic royal power, suddenly made these onlookers unexpectedly surprised and amazed.

  Liu Cun's face was shocked and he dropped his sword, shouting loudly: "Let me see! Let me see!"

  The crowd parted, and Liu Cun took the royal seal from Ma Xifan's hand. He looked at it and was speechless. At this time, Meng Zhixiang took the seal from his hand and glanced at it.

  "Brother Batu is indeed destined for greatness! There are also two royal scepters here, Brother Batu won't..."

  "It's unnecessary!" Facing Meng Zhi Xiang's shameless proposal, Ma Yin immediately waved his hand: "Nothing can be too full..."

  "Father!" Just then, Ma Xifan suddenly said: "And the other two branches, didn't you tell me where they are? Why don't I just take out the remaining two as well?"

  Ma Xi Fan's voice fell, and he reached into the box and pulled out two.

  At this moment, Ma Yin's face flashed a hint of tension, and at this time the lots had already been drawn, two lots with the words "Wang Quan" clearly visible to everyone.

  "My goodness!"

  "King's Ransom! He drew out three King's Ransoms!"

  At this moment, the hall was like a pot of oil seeing water bursting open, amidst the sounds of astonishment, Liu Cun's face turned red, and after watching Wang Quanhou take several deep breaths, he was speechless and left with a flick of his sleeve.

  But Meng Zhi-Xiang seemed to be stunned, standing still in a daze, as if he had been shocked into a trance.

  Three cards of royal authority, I wonder how many people in the world can draw them all?

  ……

  "My goodness, three royal scepters, did King really draw all of them?" Yu'er was very excited, this sounded too incredible.

  "Of course it's true! Otherwise, how could Qi Wang be so famous?" Tang Liu'er said with a proud face, as if Qi Wang's pride was his own.

  "Isn't that right!" Yu'er frowned and said: "Since King Qi drew the lots according to his father's intention, the one who should have shaken the heavens should be his father, so why is it King Qi?"

  "You don't understand, do you?" Tang Liu'er said with a smile: "The next day after this matter, Ma Yin gave the eight-year-old Qi Wang a mansion in Tanzhou and bestowed upon him the title 'Ying Ce'. Tell me, who is it that is responding to heaven's strategy? Hahaha..."

  Yu'er immediately lowered her head in thought, while Hua Rou beside her softly exclaimed: "This Qi Wang is really formidable!"

  "He's certainly formidable; if he weren't, he wouldn't be worthy of being my opponent!"

  Hua Rou ignored Tang Liu'er and turned to look at Mu Junwu: "Brother Mu, who do you think is more formidable, you or this Qi Wang?"

  Mo Jun was taken aback for a moment, staring at Hua Rou for two seconds before bursting into laughter: "It's just a storyteller's nonsense, and you actually believed it?"

  Hua Rou's eyes widened in shock: "Is this made up?"

  "Otherwise?" Mu Junwu smiled and said: "You and I are ordinary people, who would know the things in the palace? And with such a nose and eyes, could it be that the writer experienced it personally?"

  Tang Liu was about to refute when Tang Ji pressed down on his shoulder: "Alright, you've rested enough, let's hurry up and get going!"

  Everyone was excited, but they didn't forget about their main task. After a brief pause, they immediately continued on their journey.

  Huā Róu followed closely behind Mù Jūn Wú, and after a while, she couldn't help but catch up to him. In a low voice, she said: "Although it's fake, but listening to it still makes me think that this Qi Wang is quite formidable. However, in my eyes, you are even more formidable."

  I smiled with sparkling eyes: "Really? Then Tang Liu'ang will lose to me for the rest of his life?"

  Tang Liu, who was walking in front of Mu Junwu, heard the words and became angry, staring with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself: "Hmph! You're going to lose to me sooner or later!"

  Tang Xiao, walking at the end, looked at Mu Junwu's back and was deep in thought.

  ……

  Today is the day of Chen Zhaoyi's burial.

  Due to the emperor's intention and Yuan De Fei's "suggestion", early in the morning, in front of Chu Wang Palace, officials gathered, all wearing white clothes with mourning bands, completing the ritual according to the noble concubine's etiquette.

  After the drums and gongs sounded, the ritual objects were held high with white silk, walking in the front, followed by a huge coffin covered with white brocade being carried slowly forward.

  Eunuchs and palace maids wrapped in hemp cloth and wearing grass rings followed closely behind, wailing as they walked, but few people shed tears, merely making a show of mourning.

  Behind them were the emperor's carriage and Yuan De Fei's carriage.

  At this moment, Zhao Jichang was standing on the front axle of Ma Xisheng's carriage, scanning his surroundings.

  All along the way, he kept exchanging subtle glances with the crowd, nodding frequently - today was a test, and everyone had to hand in an answer sheet.

  Yuan De Fei sat in the carriage, the curtain and canopy hanging down to cover her gloomy and displeased face.

  She was wearing a dark red loose-fitting robe with a black skirt, and if it weren't for the white cloth tied at her waist as a token of mourning, she would have looked more like someone going out for a stroll rather than attending a funeral.

  Behind their carriages were the ranks of officials.

  As the left and right guards, Yao Yanzhang and Xu Dexun naturally walked in the front row. Compared to Yao Yanzhang's worried expression, Xu Dexun seemed a bit excited, he was almost openly looking around, as if expecting someone's arrival.