117, the day of ascension to the throne, the legacy begins!_3

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"Really."

Xu Yuan was somewhat helpless, but still said.

"Fine, then I'll believe you."

Lin Qingque muttered.

"Alright, stop talking, the inheritance ceremony is about to begin."

Xu Yuan stopped her from wanting to continue whispering to him.

For he had already noticed a stark naked gaze descending from the sky.

It was—Liu Ruoxue's stare.

Beyond that, coming from the same direction, there was a white-haired, purple-dressed young girl's obscure gaze sizing him up, and a deathly still young girl's curious glance.

In addition, a similarly white-haired but black-veiled young girl also looked over from another direction.

Even the dignified young lady, who was walking on the ten-mile-long red carpet, dressed in dark golden dragon robes, glanced over.

Not only did he notice these gazes, but Tian Liuli and Lin Qingque had likewise noticed.

Like defending cats and dogs, they subtly blocked the gazes directed at them and returned them with warning stares.