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Responsible? Jiuli's eyes were a little surprised. She didn't seem to have done anything, right? Didn't she just touch him twice when he was still asleep? Facing Jiuli's words, Fu Zeling lowered his head.

"I remember that you were drunk last night and you kept touching me and wouldn't let go, and you even said it would be nice if it was yours."

"How is that possible? I would never do that," Jiuli said. It was impossible. She never got drunk. "As for taking responsibility, you have to wait until I completely control the court."

"Okay, then I will wait for your majesty's visit with reluctance." Fu Zeling changed the words skillfully.

"I still have some things to prepare, so let's stop here today. You have been working day and night, so come back and take a rest. There are many things waiting for us tomorrow." Jiuli's face was firm, she was sure of taking the throne.

"I will help you." Fu Zeling said in a firm voice. No matter what happened, he would not leave.

The two separated in front of the palace gate. The courtiers went to court as usual, but their eyes were full of anticipation. They did not forget to remind their wives that their husbands would be back late today, and if they heard any news, they should not go out and just wait for the dust to settle.

"Go to court." Along with these words, the sound of whips rang out beside the stairs, which was the standard for the new emperor to ascend the throne.

All the civil and military officials subconsciously straightened their official uniforms, put on solemn expressions, followed the leading official and stood in their seats in a mighty row.

Jiuli sat in a golden-topped sedan chair carried by thirty-two people and slowly went up the central steps, then sat on the dragon throne without looking away.

The old eunuch came out with the bright yellow imperial edict and handed it to the Minister of Rites respectfully. The Minister of Rites held it and stood in front of people, reading it word by word.

The general meaning is that I have been on the throne for many years and am now in poor health. Also, because I have no children, the Empress has been in charge of the government and has been strict with herself, and has not made any mistakes.

All matters, big or small, were decided only after consulting me. I felt more and more overwhelmed. In order to continue the Fu family's dynasty, I decided to follow the example of my ancestors and give up the throne to the queen.

After the Queen ascends the throne, I hope that all the ministers will do their utmost to assist her. This is my only wish. You must listen carefully to the Queen, otherwise I will exterminate all nine generations of your clan.

This combination of soft and hard tactics was very much like the old emperor's level. After all, this man often chopped off people's heads, and everyone present rolled their eyes.

Do you really think you are such a big shot? Does the late emperor need to tell you? How could they not know whether the queen has any tricks?

"Your Majesty, your servants pay their respects. Long live His Majesty. Long live His Majesty. Long live His Majesty." There was no opposition as the old eunuch had thought. Instead, he was afraid that he was not kneeling fast enough and his head would not kowtow loudly enough.

Your Majesty? This should be the title given by the Empress, right? I have to say it sounds much better than the word "Emperor".

"No need to be polite, my friends. I will ascend the throne today and change the country's name to Qin," Jiuli's first sentence was earth-shattering, but no one objected.

"Change the reign title to Chengning,"

"Exempt all farmers from taxes for three years,"

Every word was recorded by the historians. It is now known as the first year of Chengning. The originally corrupt dynasty has regained new vitality, and the reputation of the Qin Dynasty resounds throughout the entire continent.

"Your Majesty is wise." After hearing the various policies being spoken, the officials whose names were called walked out from the middle one by one to take over.

The people don't care who sits on the throne, they only care whether it can bring them absolute benefits. Their original unwillingness will turn into support and approval under various measures.

“But your majesty, how should the late emperor’s descendants and the princess be given titles?” When the court was about to end, a young man from the Ministry of Rites stepped out.

On the surface, the late emperor only had Fu Chen as his son, but there were two princesses. According to the rules, they should all be given titles, but His Majesty changed the country's name to Daqin, so they can no longer be linked together.

"The eldest princess is given the title of Anjin, and is promoted to Princess," Jiuli's voice sounded after a long time, behaving in a law-abiding manner and being careful with words and actions.

"The second princess will be given the title of Anyan, and will be a princess." She lived a peaceful life and behaved in a measured way. "Choose a place to rebuild a princess' mansion and live with her mother."

"The fourth son of the late emperor was conferred the title of Marquis of Anle," Jiuli smiled, "Whether the ladies in the harem can return home depends on you gentlemen."

"We, your subjects, will certainly serve your Majesty with all our hearts and do our best for the people." The civil and military officials saluted again, acknowledging their recognition of the king.

After that, the process was considered over after the meritorious officials were rewarded with titles one by one.

Imperial edicts swept in all directions at a rapid speed. When those who had already coveted this land heard that a woman had ascended the throne, they looked down on her even more, thinking that they could definitely take her down.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye. Jiuli had secured his position and came to the cold palace after leaving the court. It was time to send him off.

"Traitor." Without Gu Yueyan's murderous hand, the old emperor has recovered a little and his voice is clear.

"Teach him some rules." Jiuli twirled the bracelet with her fingertips.

An Yang stepped forward and gave the old emperor a big slap in the face. She had disliked this thing for a long time.

"You are the one who did all these things for me, right? I have been so good to you, why did you betray me?" After this period of time, the old emperor has figured out the reason.

I don't know when the people around me were replaced by this vicious woman. This person is so scheming.

"You've figured it out now? So what? You can't shake my rule," Jiuli said nonchalantly, "You're good to me? Do you mean that my whole family was killed in the battlefield because of your scheme?"

"You know everything? How could you possibly know?" The old emperor was a little upset. He had clearly handled everything!

"That's ridiculous. How could you think that I would be so attracted to a girl with wrinkles all over her face after entering the palace?" Jiuli looked at him coldly. "I have to say you are really stupid."

"You! Do you think you can hold on to this position? You can't! Do you think you can control it?" The old emperor had no idea what he was thinking of, and he became more calculating.

"Send him to Miss Li and let her deal with him. You don't have to report to me whether he's dead or alive." After playing for so long, she was already tired of it.

"Yes, Your Majesty." An Yang waved his hand, and someone dragged the old emperor away. The old emperor still had a smug look in his eyes. Miss Li? It must be Concubine Li Shu, who loves him!

Jiuli stood there, thinking about something.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?" Fu Zeling said sarcastically, "You are not thinking of picking a few young masters to serve in the palace, are you?"

"I haven't done anything yet, why are you so jealous?" Jiuli raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, with a smile in his tone.

"That's right. I heard that they want you to select handsome men to enrich the harem and give birth to a legitimate son as soon as possible," Fu Zeling curled his lips, smiling so hard that his eyes could not see the bottom of the smile, and he had no idea how high the sky was or how deep the earth was.

"These are all fabricated stories. There is not a single word about them. Where did you hear them from?" Jiuli stretched out her hand.