Chapter 581: The Little Queen's Dragon Field Dao Comprehension

Two!

Level eighty!

You can summon once per day, each summon lasting two hours!

Good grief, given the current water temperature in Yangyue, unless it's the annual big update that releases a world boss, wherever you go is basically a dad!

But no matter how good the reward, you still have to be able to obtain it.

After the Old Immortal of the Magic Flute tried to overwhelm the lowest difficulty with two level‑seven summoned beasts, he was completely wiped out by a single punch from the Red Magic Dragon whose fury was maxed out.

"Bitter!"

Players never expected the Spirit Tower to update with such a difficult stage all at once; even the lowest difficulty now carries this much pressure, and instantly faces are filled with worry.

However, because the Great Holy Seat is the industry's best at playing dead, player feedback is never listened to, so nobody bothered to look for a nonexistent customer service.

After some internal discussion, they instead felt that the game officials were hinting at them that the difficulty of the next major update would surge sharply, very likely forcing them to face a level‑eighty existence!

Hiss……

"Project! Where's the project? Get everything underway, start development immediately!"

"Who can drive this few tanks? Give me ten thousand vehicles, one per person!"

"Does supersonic count as 'super'? If you're going to surpass, surpass dragon speed! I'll give you a number…… all missiles armed with nukes, sweep the globe in one hour!"

Meanwhile, while the players were busy with their big scientific research, Fiya, who had spent a night in jail in Ji Ming's dorm, also finally finished her own Dragon Field Dao comprehension.

After hearing that the Holy Light Church had found a so‑called holy son, successfully turned him into a demigod through faith, and was now launching an assault toward true godhood,

After a night of contemplation, she attained sudden enlightenment.

"Qi sinks to the dantian," four big characters.

"I want to become a monk!"

This remark reached everyone's ears, from Elder Hu to the gate guards; the entire Royal Capital was utterly bewildered.

"Huh?"

Although nominally, every member of the Radiant Royal Family is a "devout Holy Light believer," all having been baptized by the divine father and blessed by the gods.

But from ancient times to the present, no royal prince or princess with real authority has ever held an actual part‑time position in the church.

There's no way; the separation of monarchy and religion is a bottom line. You can tolerate being a good‑for‑nothing prince or princess, but if you have power and straddle both sides…… you're just asking for death!

Putting it lightly, it's ill‑intentioned, lacking any sense, attempting to destroy the foundation of our great Radiant "kingdom where king and god share heaven and earth," a crime unforgivable.

Putting it broadly, it's even scarier: it can easily cause a king who's entered a heated state to awaken the wisdom of another world and start playing the hot‑hot nine‑clan elimination game.

……What?

You're saying the one who wants to do this now is the king?

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Therefore this news is really too weird and uncanny, so the ministers initially didn't really believe it.

Either they thought it was a rumor, or they thought the little girl had come of age, was willful, frustrated at not getting power, and blurted out angry words without restraint.

We had planned to be a bit tougher, set her aside temporarily ignored, wait until the little queen's mind returns, then say a few nice words and move on from this matter.

Then we heard that His Majesty had dispatched his own airship, already groomed and ready to head to the Holy Mountain, sincerely intending to become a novice nun.

"Holy shit, don't!"

Everyone rushed, both quickly and slowly, and managed to stop her just before her high‑heeled shoes stepped onto the airship.

"Your Majesty, you must not, you absolutely must not!"

"Shut the door quickly! I'm talking to you, guard! I, the baron, order you to shut the door quickly!"

"Who's bullying His Majesty? Good grief, our Xianguang family will be the first to object!"

Perhaps because the Xianguang descendant serving in the capital said that with his hoarse voice, it was really too humorous.

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone fell into an awkward silence, not knowing how to respond.

——This undoubtedly gave Fiya an opportunity.

At this moment, the nobles in the city, great and small, had already surrounded this royal takeoff‑and‑landing pad, leaving no gap, making it livelier than the city's biggest theater.

As the sole focus of everyone's attention in this grand spectacle, Fiya slowly turned around amid the varied gazes of the nobles.

Yet her eyes held a strange hue, her face bore fright, and as she opened her mouth she uttered a feigned "just woke from a dream," but her words were deafening.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is my bedchamber; how could all of you beloved officials appear here!!"

"Ah this……"

The nobles then recalled that this place had been a garden until the queen's accession, when it was turned into a takeoff‑and‑landing pad; logically it really is part of her private quarters.

Back when the former king was still alive, perhaps the beauties in just two‑foot cloth, the sword‑and‑axe wielders, would have charged into the crowd without a word and chopped up three of them first.

Fortunately, there was someone in the crowd who could solve the problem; at the critical moment, it was Baron Hu, the national elder, who stepped forward and broke the siege for everyone.

"Your Majesty, don't panic; with this veteran official here, nobody dares to act recklessly!"

Then, without another word, he dropped to one knee, leading the bewildered crowd, and with a crackling clatter performed the vassal's homage to the little queen.

"We will surely swear to defend Your Majesty unto death!"

Watching one waist after another bend, Fiya was visibly startled, as if thinking——why isn't this following the script I wrote!

Nevertheless, the effect was pretty much what she wanted, so she followed her pre‑arranged backup plan, slightly lifted her head, and gave a cold snort.

"It's hard on you that you still see me as your king; alright, you're forgiven—everyone, rise."

After the scattered thanks to His Majesty, although quite a few were still dazed, the nobles nevertheless rose one after another.

But you look at me, I look at you, the situation is unclear, so nobody dares to pick a side and speak up.

Perhaps they didn't want the Royal Capital faction to steal the spotlight; just then, a count from the Guang Light faction stepped forward respectfully and said,

"Please forgive us, Your Majesty; we meant no offense, we only heard that you wished to sacrifice yourself to the Holy Faith, so we came to dissuade you."

Fiya naturally recognized the crest on this person's chest; since he's a potential secondary minister, of course he wouldn't have a pleasant expression.

Seizing the loophole in his words, he started with a heavy slash.

"Heard? Who heard, who told you? My affairs, my private affairs, who let you hear them!"

"Ah… I… I…"

Don't say the Count didn't even react; even if he'd prepared, no subject could answer such a death‑sentence question!

Fortunately, the little queen seemed only to utter a hot‑blooded remark, didn't continue the weighing, and let out a long sigh.

"Look, everyone look! Now that they've seen my face, they're all as docile as lambs, but when they return home, who knows how each will mock me…"

No fool could survive this far; the Count quickly seized an opportunity from her somewhat off‑topic complaint, creating a stepping stone for himself.

"Who dares to offend His Majesty? Who can offend His Majesty! We are all His Majesty's loyal ministers and fine generals; if such a rogue minister truly existed, I would be the first to refuse!"

His words were righteous and severe, striking the ground with sound; those unaware might think Queen Fiya was the one they had installed and supported.

"Good, well said!"

Perhaps because it had been ages since anyone heard such pleasant words, Fiya was so delighted she even clapped, a smug smile spreading across her face.

Damn, little girl…

The Count breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart; thank goodness the Earl's mind works quickly, otherwise today that old Hu would have taken all the spotlight alone!

But before he could add a couple more flattering lines and pat the flattery just right, he heard the little queen's tone shift.

"Unfortunately… many people, you see, probably… don't think that way in their hearts!"

"Um…"

Depriving the puzzled Count of a chance to answer, Fiya simply paused, then launched into her long‑prepared discourse.

"Although my ascension was rather tumultuous, a hasty coronation amid internal troubles and external threats, I am nevertheless the legitimate, duly recognized king of the Hui Guang Kingdom, whose right of succession is indisputable and can be recorded properly in the annals."

"Yet how heavy this crown is! Whenever I think of it, countless emotions arise; even if I forgo personal gain, even if I sacrifice my own happiness, I must inherit my father's and brothers' legacy and exert every ounce of effort to revitalize Hui Guang."

"Yet each time I strive to govern diligently, to do something for the kingdom and the people, there are always some unknown, distrustful individuals who covertly sabotage me, outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant."

Although Fiya's voice was somewhat dry, turning what should have been a passionate, impassioned critique of ministers into a reading for middle‑school students.

But a king is still a king; even reciting a text is a golden rule, a decree from heaven. As long as the Sun King's authority endures, no vassal dares disobey.

…of course, behind the scenes, saying you won't do it is just two words, isn't it?

"Alas (spoken flatly), since everyone dislikes me, why should I occupy this Sun Castle, hindering the affairs of loyal ministers and fine generals?"

Having said that, Fiya turned, casting a glance toward the distant horizon where the mountain peaks had already slanted away, leaving only the faintly glowing Holy Mountain.

"Perhaps I should abdicate now, convert to the Holy Deity; even if it means hardship and toil, it's better than shrinking my neck and enduring others' scorn…"

Although she deliberately lowered her voice, feigning self‑pity, uttering useless, demoralizing words she could retract at any moment.

But because she deliberately elongated her tone, all the nobles present heard the sharp, blade‑like accusation clearly.

"Ah???!!!"

This time everyone really blew up, because the little queen's black pot was just way—way—way too big!

Think about it: if the little queen truly went her own way today, abandoned the throne and climbed the Holy Mountain, this remark and the incident would certainly spread.

Then the world would think the Hui Guang ministers, each for their own interests, collectively tormented a girl who had only been crowned less than two months ago and whose father and brothers had just died.

Even if she converted to the church and became a nun, she would still abandon the throne and flee, just to live a clean life, perhaps even spin a conspiracy, all to survive.

So then? To commit such near‑suicidal, beastly behavior, what kind of rogue minister is she?

Zhao Gao? Dong Zhuo? Li Linfu? An Lushan? Qin Hui? Yan Song? Wei Zhongxian…

Oh, I get it—some brothers formed a group and time‑traveled, reuniting in the Hui Guang Kingdom!

And with a little thought, one can see that as long as the Hui Guang royal house exists even a single day…

No! As long as such a centralized‑power position exists for a day, those scoundrels recorded in the histories would have to be nailed to the disgrace pillar for a day!

Stained with infamy for eternity, a name cursed through the ages!

So not just Grandpa Hu, but also grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt… every noble present was furious.

"Oh dear, oh dear! How can Your Majesty describe an old woman like that!"

"Your Majesty sees clearly; I have been a dutiful Viscount lord all my life, repaying you was impossible, how could I have a second thought!"

"I'm about to faint, I really am about to faint!"

In an instant, explanations piled upon explanations, obstacles upon obstacles, and even a few rather clever old men were already skillfully planning to feign fainting and dodge the matter.

Yet one can only say that daring to represent an opposing faction in the Royal Capital as a lone minister, risking one's life as a spy, someone truly has a certain boldness.

Because at this critical moment, it was the Count of the Li Guang family who stepped forward.

And without a word, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice with great force.

Those two slaps were so forceful they seemed not his own face; two of his back‑molars were knocked out, blood spattering onto the ground.

But the Count didn't even glance, kneeling on the spot, he performed a full‑body prostration before Fiya.

The forehead struck with a thunderous bang, his voice hoarse, like a cuckoo bleeding.

"Your Majesty is clearly angry with me, holds a grievance, why would you utter such cold‑hearted words to the entire court?"

"Recall the former king's wisdom; none of the nobles present had never benefited from his grace. Now the young nation is in trouble, everyone wishes to repay the former king by assisting you. Frankly, your words are biased!"

"Thus these two slaps are my self‑punishment for misspeaking before you; if Your Majesty finds it insufficient, feel free to kill or dismember me—any anger may be poured onto me, I bear no resentment!"

"I only ask that Your Majesty retract that statement, lest the loyal ministers' hearts grow cold!"

Although his words progressed, the rapidly swelling cheek made his appearance and tone increasingly blurred and comical.

But if Ji Ming were present, having heard these four passages, he would already be clapping.

Awesome!

This is truly awesome, a hardcore ruthless person!

Fiya's sudden turn against the ministers today isn't really about becoming some damn nun; who believes she's a milk‑dragon.

And even if we take a step back, even if she wanted to, the human‑giant Pope wouldn't dare take her.

So she actually intends, by this almost threatening method, to forcibly create a powerful card out of thin air for herself, who lacks any cards.

After all, whether you say a thousand or ten thousand, the ministers' joint effort to sideline Fiya is simply for their own personal gain.

Perhaps once the situation stabilizes later, they will try to replace the king, but only to install a more docile mascot.

Pressuring the king, scheming rebellion, even publicly forcing Fiya to abdicate… Sorry, they certainly lack that kind of audacity for now.

Fiya recognized this precisely, which is why she is looking for a pretext to gather the ministers together and launch her first counter‑attack.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going smoothly…

(End of chapter)