Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Chapter 57: The General becomes King, takes command in times of crisis, and the Crown Prince receives the support of the people and their incense offerings_2

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“How impressive.”

Although the young Lord on the Dragon Chair couldn’t understand, he was also moved by this momentum.

He felt that the sister in the center, just standing there, had a particularly strong sense of security.

The Queen Dowager got this answer, nodded, and was very satisfied.

Now she could only trust Yu Qinghan.

Without her, whether she could still stay in the Imperial Palace might be an unknown.

Depending on these ministers, the capital city might be trampled by the Foreign Army.

“All right, since that’s the case, let’s restore her original position. The defense of the capital city will rely on the general.’

The Queen Dowager looked at Yu Qinghan and spoke earnestly.

“Jin’er, issue a decree. Princess Zhaoyang, restored her original position.” She whispered to her son at the same time.

When the young Lord got the word from his mother, he came to his senses, nodded obediently, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Princess Zhaoyang, restored her original position.”

“Princess Zhaoyang, restored her original position!”

The eunuch who served the decree nearby repeated it loudly with his quacking voice.

The Queen Dowager glanced at Yu Qinghan, hesitated for a while, and added another sentence:

“Let’s confer her the title of King Chu.”

The young Lord followed suit: “Confer her the title of King Chu.” “Restore her original position and confer her the title of King Chu!” The echoing voice of the eunuch resounded through the Main Hall.

All the ministers in the hall realized that the once awe-inspiring Senior General had regained her power.

The position of Marshal of the Xia, which had not been filled for three years since it was no longer set, was now in her hands again, signifying the opening of a new phase.

In theory, the Queen Dowager did not have the qualifications to confer the title of king. The young Lord was too young, and the decision had to be made after consultation with the ministers.

But under the current situation, who among the ministers dared to stand up and oppose it?

“Congratulations, King Chu!”

“Congratulations, King Chu!”

They had no choice but to congratulate her one after another.

“Your Majesty, I will accept your order and will not fail your expectations.”

Yu Qinghan ignored their flattery, half-knelt down with a fist in her hand, and spoke with a solemn gaze.

Assigned when the army was defeated and ordered when faced with hardships.

Her burden is very heavy.

She understood the intention of the Queen Dowager’s conferring the title of king. This was to show favor to her.

It was equivalent to accelerating her own ascendancy to the throne and doing her a favor.

It was nothing more than hoping for a better life in the future.

To be fair, after ascending the throne, as long as the Queen Dowager and the young Lord didn’t interfere in the affairs of state, she would not do anything to them.

What is most important now is to deal with the Northern Wolf Army marching south.

Nanyu Prefecture.

Outside the city walls, there was a constant stream of refugees and fleeing teams coming here. The city moat and the walls were looking at each other from a distance, and the official road in between was choked with people.

There were porridge sheds set up by the government office at the city gate, specially for aiding the victims of calamities. There were soldiers and clerks maintaining order nearby.

Most of the refugees, seeing the fully armed Dragon Riders of Yan at the gate of the city, behaved honestly, queuing up for porridge and not daring to jump the line.

On the city wall, Zhao Huai stared at the scene below and asked:

“Is there still enough grain?

Song Zhishu, wearing a black long shirt, replied with a gentle smile: “Your Highness, don’t worry, we have already taken the grain hoarded by those grain merchants. There’s enough grain for everyone.”

“Young master, a large number of refugees are now moving southward due to the war in the north. Although there is enough grain in Nanyu Prefecture, the area is limited after all. It is necessary to move the population to nearby states and counties.”

Yin Nanyu also calmly stood and spoke lightly, looking like a beautiful landscape in the distance.

Zhao Huai nodded: “Yes, this is necessary. Leave the specific matters to you.”

He behaved like a hands-off shopkeeper.

“Yes.” Yin Nanyu agreed without much complaint.

Zhao Huai stood on the city wall, looked at the common people below, and saw that their faces were filled with thick gray.

He vaguely saw the scene of the war.

As the frequency of using the Divination Master’s Destiny increased, he became more adept.

Gaining more ways to use it.

As long as he stared at their eyes, he could see the scene where qi gathered and learn about the recent events they had encountered. After seeing many people’s faces, the only strange thing wasIt was Yin Nanyu’s face.

The faces of his many people, including soldiers, officers, scholars, and literati, were all thick golden, symbolizing that they will be very wealthy and noble in the future.

But why was Yin Nanyu’s face always white?

Indicating nothing had happened.

It was just too strange.

Could it be that the destiny of cultivators was separate from the Mortal World?

The establishment of the Yan Country, for powerful cultivators, wasn’t considered significant in terms of worldly qi?

“Make way, make way!”

“Don’t block the road!”

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the city gate.

It turned out that a beautifully decorated carriage was driving in from the road, accompanied by tall servants, obviously a very well-off family. “Everyone is waiting in line for porridge, how can you cut in line?” A refugee nearby was very dissatisfied.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a well-dressed, pot-bellied middle-aged man came out, sneered and said:

“Waiting in line?”

“What’s your status, and what’s mine? You expect me to wait in line? You wish! ”

Seeing the man’s arrogance and the servants beside him, the surrounding refugees dared not say a word.

The round middle-aged man stood at the city gate, raised his head, and said arrogantly, ‘Where are the ones in charge? I want to see the Crown Prince of the Yan. I have important matters to report.. Can you bear the consequences if you delay?”