Junior sister took first place again

Emperor Xia was silent for a moment. After carefully examining Ning Jiasheng, he spoke decisively, "Princess Zhaohua."

Ning Jiasheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "Your Majesty actually recognizes me?"

Emperor Xia smiled slightly, "The princess looks very similar to your father. Moreover, I once visited Ningguo and saw what the princess looked like when she was a child."

After he said that, Ning Jiasheng had some impression. It had not been eight years since the Emperor of Daxia ascended the throne, and Princess Zhaohua had indeed seen him in the palace when she was seven or eight years old.

Not long after returning from Ningguo, Emperor Xia defeated all his brothers and ascended the throne.

"In that case, I will not exchange excessive pleasantries with Your Majesty. I have come here today to seek an explanation from Your Majesty."

Emperor Xia narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura, and Ning Jiasheng continued:

"Your two dealings with Ji Yuan have truly ruined my father's life. Now my father has been killed by Ji Yuan. My fourth brother killed Ji Yuan to avenge his father. As his daughter, I can't do worse than my fourth brother."

"To comfort my father's spirit in heaven, I will disrespectfully decline the throne of Great Xia."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xia burst into laughter. "I've only heard that Princess Zhaohua is incredibly beautiful and deeply favored by Emperor Ning. I never thought she had such wild imaginations."

"A woman declares herself emperor!?"

Emperor Xia laughed again and took two steps forward. "Princess, you are talking nonsense here. Could it be that you can't accept the death of Emperor Ning and have become unconscious due to the shock?"

He paced as he spoke, a playful smile on his face, looking Ning Jiasheng up and down as if he were an object.

Ning Jiasheng stood quietly, allowing him to look at him, but when the emperor was about to approach an incense burner, he stopped him with his sword.

Although Emperor Xia had stopped quickly, he still felt a chill on his neck. The sharp sword blade left a wound on his neck, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out.

Ning Jiasheng tilted his head at this moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled gently, "Your Majesty, be careful. My sword is quite sharp."

It sounded like a kind reminder, but the hand holding the sword did not move at all.

Emperor Xia lowered his head and touched the wound on his neck, then looked up at her. He laughed in anger and scolded her, "Ning Zhao, everyone knows that Emperor Ning was brutally murdered by Ji Yuan. You were his most beloved daughter. You didn't stay at the palace to keep vigil for your father, but instead came here to make trouble. You are so disloyal and unfilial. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

Ning Jiasheng laughed again, "Your Majesty is really good at joking. I have already stated my purpose. If Your Majesty doesn't understand what I'm saying, I do know a little bit about fighting."

Ning Jiasheng's smile faded as he said coldly, "Your Majesty, there's no need to delay any longer. No one will come to save you. The people of the city are already seething with resentment. I hope Your Majesty will make a decision soon."

Emperor Xia was furious, raised his hand and shouted: "You! Ning Zhao, you——"

Ning Jiasheng, growing impatient, swung his sword. Emperor Xia felt a surge of overwhelming force, and before he could recover, he was being dragged and pinned against the table.

Ning Jiasheng spread out the blank imperial edict, put the pen in his hand, and said coldly, "Write it."

Emperor Xia still wanted to resist, but Ning Jiasheng raised his sword and swung it lightly, and the dragon head on the seat was cut off by the sword like a ripe melon.

"Boom!"

The dragon head landed on the golden brick, and a sound like the sound of a huge bell echoed in the empty hall.

Emperor Xia's fingers trembled, and he looked at the cut surface in horror. He took a few deep breaths before he held the pen firmly and began to write the abdication edict.

Ning Jiasheng looked at the black words appearing one by one on the imperial edict, and thought absentmindedly: I have to speed up. It would be best if I can resolve the Ningguo issue before Xue Wuying's coronation ceremony.

Ning Jiasheng took the written imperial edict, checked it carefully, and put it in his arms after confirming that it was correct.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Your Majesty." She looked at Emperor Xia expressionlessly. "Someone will tell Your Majesty what to do next. When the new emperor ascends the throne, he will naturally treat your family well."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving Emperor Xia slumped in his chair, his face full of hatred and despair, as if he had lost his parents.

Ning Jiasheng looked indifferent and snapped his fingers at the door. Qi Sha and several officials from Da Xia came over.

"master."

Several people bowed respectfully.

Ning Jiasheng nodded slightly, "Qisha, follow me. Go and help him write a letter and send it to Ningguo."

"Yes."

Everyone responded and immediately left in two groups. After Ning Jiasheng went out, he issued several more orders, then jumped on his horse and galloped towards Ningguo like an arrow.

Along the way, Ning Jiasheng had a lot of thoughts in her mind. Now she didn't feel much joy in her heart because she didn't like doing these things at all.

She doesn't like fighting, nor does she like using the lives of ordinary people in power struggles. Except for her enemies, Ning Jiasheng has no interest in manipulating the life and death of others.

War brings only pain and destruction. She only hopes that this storm can be settled as soon as possible so that everything can return to normal.

Inner demon! Ning Jiasheng muttered to himself, this time, let them have a real showdown in advance.