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Xuanyuan Cheng finally managed to calm down the commotion after much effort. Regardless, the situation took a turn for the better, and it set the stage for Zhan Beiye to back down. Or would he insist and worsen the commotion?

He waved his hand and ordered, "Vice Minister, please continue the ceremony!"

Meng Fuyao turned around leisurely, receiving the Gold Seal from the trembling vice minister and bowed to the throne.

As she stood there elegantly, all the officials heaved a long sigh of relief.

It was certainly not an easy task for her to be crowned the Empress…

Zhan Beiye could only gaze at her, wondering when she would don on this dress for him.

The Emperor of Dahan turned to look at the skies and too, heaved a sigh.

The road ahead would be long, the climb, steep… The beauty as unreachable as the clouds in the sky!