"Ancestors! Uncle, how can you bow to me? This cannot be, absolutely cannot be!"
"Yes! Uncle, please rise! You are the Chief Minister of the Alliance, one of the few noble elders left in the Royal Family... You not only presided over my and Xiulote's wedding, but you are also young Xiu Hua's teacher!... We should be bowing to you!"
The tall and short cactus flowerpots were arranged in the reception hall, many still blooming with vibrant flowers. Surrounded by flowers and cacti, the elderly Uncle Cacamatzin bowed his head, and Xiulote, with his wife, prostrated in return, their expressions solemn and reverent.
"Xiulote, you are the Family Head of the Holy City lineage of the Royal Family, controlling a third of the world. And Aweit is the Family Head of the Capital City lineage of the Royal Family, controlling half of the world... The Mexica Royal Family, the world of the Mexica Alliance, must not fall into division and civil war!"
