Chapter 582: A disagreement leads to going up the mountain; a slight defiance leads to becoming a monk!

According to reason, the overall framework of this stage play is actually just an optimized version of the argument between Fiya and Ji Ming that morning.

Only this time the blame she wants to throw is blacker, the bloodiness in her words heavier, and her way of throwing a tantrum smarter and more elegant.

Who would have thought that the first obstacle the little queen tried to resist would already refresh a powerful hidden boss, the 【Dawn Light System Count】, on the road.

One must know that the greatest scholarship in human history is definitional studies; whoever grasps the right to define grasps the fundamental logic of how the world operates.

What the Count said in his first paragraph was actually, through 【defining】, changing the queen's black pot from a map-wide AoE to only hitting himself.

On one hand, he made a big issue small, reducing the queen publicly questioning the ministers to the queen publicly questioning the Count, trying to lower the temperature of this incident as much as possible.

On the other hand, he also took on all the black pots himself, dispelling the possible hatred other nobles who might have suffered heavily would feel toward him.

Moreover, how could a mere Count possibly have the ability to force a king—even a little queen—to abdicate?

Thus, invisibly, he also quietly mitigated some of the damage of that black pot itself, deserving of a three-in-one achievement.

The second paragraph is about 【raising value】; Fiya's power inherits from the former king, so the former king could not possibly be wrong.

The former king has been dead less than two months; everyone is his retained subject, certainly cannot be treacherous ministers, all are loyal ministers, and Fiya's accusation is invalid!

The third paragraph seems to be about 【giving a step down】, explaining the queen's thrown black pot as angry words spoken after hearing his slip of the tongue, lowering the difficulty of taking it back.

Actually, it is about 【changing the logic】, directly changing his pot from previously hard to convict to a clear 【slip of the tongue】, and he has already punished himself with three drinks.

——Look, my teeth are still on the ground, two slaps, three teeth!

As for the last paragraph, it is a callback, a second 【defining】 with a beginning and an end.

But this time it is not about reducing damage or avoiding offense; instead, it puts Fiya on a moral pedestal and directly bans the skill of "throwing black pots."

Don't you see, this little Count is almost about to ennoble himself as a martyr who "willingly sacrifices himself for the king's dignity and the harmony of ruler and minister"!

Moreover, he is not just saying it; he is acting on it!

After saying these four sentences, the Count starts kowtowing frantically, like dense drumbeats urging Fiya to receive the move, thereby shortening her thinking time.

Hehe, if Fiya cannot figure out the hidden trick, speaking up will inevitably lead to a mistake.

And as long as she makes a mistake, the victory will be his!

Two words: hero!

Even the court cane he cheated out of is struck by his own hand, hero!

If at this moment the one standing under this crown were Ji Ming, his choice would be to make no choice.

No need to answer, just go AFK and watch him kowtow.

My floor has plenty of people to wipe it; go ahead and kowtow, if you have the ability, kowtow yourself to death in public!

Hehe, anyway you've already voluntarily confessed guilt, so offering your life here as atonement is only natural, right?

A mere Count, my flower-name register records more than the green-haired turtles in the city's Flowing Light River!

So saying anything is useless; today you bullied me.

I will not only not soften my heart, but after you kowtow yourself to death I will still open champagne on the spot and then dance disco with two maidservants on your corpse!

Win!

But alas, Fiya is still too tender; being able to instantly weigh and throw out that black pot already counts as having attained enlightenment of the Way.

So upon seeing that Count's face covered in blood, she still couldn't help but soften her heart.

She glanced left and right in panic, gritted her teeth, and shouted loudly.

"Stop!"

But that Count was truly ruthless; after hesitating a moment he did not stop, instead he went all out, continuing to kowtow in the small pool formed by his own gathered blood.

Forcing Fiya to repeatedly shout stop until she uttered that crucial sentence.

"Stop! Can't you hear me? Your Majesty orders you not to kowtow, Maple Leaf Count, Your Majesty pardons your sin!"

!!!

In a daze, a surge of joy rose from the Count's heart.

He actually managed, by his own strength alone, to make the queen withdraw her order to blame all the officials?

My future……isn't……uh……

But in order to act the part fully, the resounding kowtows he produced were truly too many.

He very much wanted to show off his might, to display before the nobles of the Royal Capital just how valiant he was, single-handedly saving all of your lives.

He also wanted to immediately contact the Dawn Light Duke, telling him just how big a face he had made for him in the Royal Capital, the Royal Capital's bugs, not worth mentioning!

But under severe concussion, his thoughts had turned into a paste, a murky slurry where nothing could be seen clearly.

As a result, the Count tried several times to get up to no avail, only able to lie limp on the ground like a lump of mud amidst the bloody smell filling his mouth and nose.

Meanwhile, in a place he did not know, his supposed ally, but whose connection was with the Rosy Light Duke's nobility, had already stepped out.

Hehe, I was thinking these peaches on the ground seem unwanted by anyone!

This person is even more heavyweight, a seasoned veteran actor with a thick skin like a steel-plate alien.

Before opening his mouth, tears were already pouring down like rain.

"Your Majesty is wise, Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is so magnanimous, even if the Maple Leaf Count died, he would surely feel grateful and devoted!"

Uh……dead……can……I clearly……

In the buzzing ear-ringing like countless horseflies dancing, the Count was still dazedly trying to recover his train of thought.

But upon vaguely hearing that voice, his brain instantly sprang up the other's identity, followed by a surge of cold rising from his heart.

Just like the current Royal Capital faction, which can actually be split into sword and shield and money bag just the same, the so-called opposition is certainly not a monolith.

For example, as the representatives left in the Royal Capital by the two dukes, the private relationship between the Maple Leaf Count and this Rosy Light Duke's rich second‑generation scion can be described as foul as dog feces.

The reasons behind this involve at least three women and five children; I won't elaborate here—just know their relationship is terrible.

So……could it be……he wants to……

And while the Count was frenziedly struggling with his eyelids flipped, trying to escape disaster.

Appearing compassionate and caring for his colleagues, Xia Er Dai has already set aside past grudges and hurried to his side.

Disregarding the filth on the Count's body, he lifted him up before everyone, his face wet with tears and boundless loyalty, and said affectionately.

"Lord Count, if you have any remaining wishes, speak them quickly; our past hatred is erased, and I will certainly find a way to fulfill them for you!"

But out of sight of the crowd, a faint black aura began to emanate from Xia Er Dai's hand, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

Yet just as he exaggeratedly bowed his head, ready to speak the Count's "final words" and then personally kill this "old friend",

"What are you panicking about!"

The long‑silent Hu Jueye suddenly stepped forward, startling Xia Er Dai, who hurriedly released the lethal curse he had been preparing.

"Lord Duke, you…"

What rank is Hu Jueye? He simply lowered his head, glanced at the clearly still panting Maple Count, and understood everything.

He signaled for the castle's doctor to take the Count away for treatment, and with a glance made Xia Er Dai anxiously retreat back into the noble ranks.

He turned around, accompanied by numerous nobles…

They collectively bowed, formally praising Her Majesty the Queen for her magnanimity.

Fiya: "Ah, this."

Because by the end, no one in the arena could continue dealing damage through the Count's staged victories, the farce concluded with her edging out a slight win.

And as the Queen's prize for victory, although the nobles certainly wouldn't simply return power to her over these few items, they still granted her greater say.

Well, at least during a court meeting, give Her Majesty a chance to voice herself.

Otherwise they'd just sit down, shout "Begin", and when it's over shout "End"…

Those who know would say that the one seated among the elderly is Her Majesty the Queen, serving as the meeting's witness and human stamp.

Those who don't know would think that Hui Guang's economy is so robust that even a small meeting can hire a young pretty girl as an announcer.

But as everyone knows, concession comes only once and countless times.

Thus, after the remaining half month passed, on the first day of June, the Otherworld's Children's Day, Fiya began to sob and prepare to become a nun again.

Second battle, commence!

And compared with the patched‑up May, June is truly dazzling.

Perhaps they've become addicted to the thrill of a peak showdown with subjects before a large audience.

Within a short thirty days, Fiya, from actions to words, as if arranging monthly events for everyone, caused a full four incidents of becoming a nun!

—I only said two sentences, and you react like this; it's my sister who's at fault, how could I endure such humiliation? I will become a nun!

—At yesterday's meeting, everyone completely ignored my opinion; this is isolating me, I can't stand it, I will become a nun!

—That Marquis actually dared to publicly refute my opinion, never even considering me! Damn, I will become a nun!

—Damn it, I don't even know what happened, but I just dreamed of Ji Ming last night and woke up; I will become a nun!

The harshest instance, Fiya didn't say a word, took no one with her, went off alone, and actually snuck onto the Holy Mountain.

If it weren't for the Giant Pope accidentally discovering it and promptly sending someone down the mountain to contact all the officials, no one would have known the Queen had already slipped away.

Under such intense confrontation, the ministers, from initially easy suppression to later exhausting all flattering words, kept yielding their bottom line, allowing Fiya to regain considerable power.

Although still not as strong as her father's prime, at least she could utter a simple meow at the noble assembly, mixing her will into the kingdom's governance.

Logically, the Royal Capital isn't short of clever people; surely someone could notice Her Majesty gradually shedding the Five Elements Mountain from herself.

But Fiya's concrete actions might be rough and clumsy, yet each probe is very cautious.

Unhurried and unflustered, as soon as she gets even a tiny concession she stops immediately, never pushing further.

Under such a slow‑boiling‑frog scenario, even if people have opinions they can't voice them openly, only whispering and muttering.

After all, one can't truly forbid Her Majesty from speaking a few words at a kingdom meeting convened in her name; that would be too ironic if it got out.

Heh, no need to think; of course, for Fiya to gain so much in such a short time, there must be a master guiding her behind the scenes.

The first helper is Hu Jueye and his small group; after all, Fiya, however she puts it, is his granddaughter, truly an honor.

If they catered to the other old fellows' whims and swapped people, the next king would surely be another family's heir, and the benevolent Hu Jueye would certainly refuse!

The second helper is Ji Ming; in fact, when Fiya first "went to the Holy Mountain", that very night she went to Ji Ming to have her exam results assessed.

"Ah?"

Ji Ming also didn't expect Fiya could independently comprehend such a peerless ruthless technique, and even suspected she might have been possessed by some outer‑world demon.

After a check, it was found she was still herself; even the dreams she had at night were continuous, which dispelled the doubt.

【How to evaluate】

"Touching, the flavor is relatively light."

As for his suggestion, he repeatedly emphasized that Fiya should not be impatient, keep her thinking as clear as possible, her methods as thorough as possible, and her attitude as mischievous as possible.

Ideally, all nobles should think this is the little queen playing cute because of her youth, rather than Queen Fiya trying to grind them all to death.

Moreover, when Ji Ming first arrived at the Royal Capital, he discovered that Hui Guang's noble class was in a precarious transitional state.

The older generation's caliber needs no explanation; they were the ruthless figures who rose with Anton, a mine of prodigies.

The middle generation still has a few with strong enough hands to barely support a usable leadership team.

But the new generation, not to mention any talent, hardly anyone can even arm‑wrestle with Fiya; they basically indulge in debauchery and absurd lives.

After ten years, the old men and women are halved by time, and Fiya is twenty‑eight.

Ji Ming was the same age last year, still a vigorous young man.

Another ten years later, this batch of elders will all be gone, and Fiya will be only thirty‑eight.

At that age, not even talking about grand ambitions; many crown princes in history might still be frantically waiting for their fathers.

Thus, as an only eighteen‑year‑old youth, time is entirely on Fiya's side.

Even if she does nothing, as long as she stays steady and avoids mistakes, she can win effortlessly!

As for the third benefactor… strictly speaking, it should be Fiya who made him a benefactor.

Because this person is nobody else — indeed, the one who just got into a shouting match with her in the first round duel, the one who thoroughly offended her, namely the Maple Leaf Earl.

And his recommender is nobody else — indeed, Ji Ming, who listened to Fiya explain the whole event once and questioned him three times.

This is something even he has to call awesome, a must-pick, cannot-be-banned hardcore badass — Fiya absolutely cannot let go!

Furthermore, for the forces behind the Maple Leaf Earl, no matter how good-looking the match he played, the Queen's first victory and the vigor of pursuing victory afterward were all gained from him.

So even if he turned the tide, directly confronted the Queen, successfully helped the nobles block Fiya's fatal blow, and afterward almost got killed by a teammate's Silent Step Blade,

But failing to surpass human limits, bearing an already knocked-out head, he unleashed an ultimate skill at the Queen — isn't that your fault!?