Baili An rested his chin with one hand: "I have never had the thought of competing with you for the throne."
Ying Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, though her face remained tense and expressionless: "Since that's the case, tonight is my night of succession, I ask you not to disrupt the rules of Central Netherworld."
"Rules?" Baili An laughed: "So you're someone who talks about rules too. Without the command, you invited the venerable ones on your own, disturbing the Emperor's heart; the Empress of Central Netherworld is not in the National Governance Hall, no King is seen in the court, yet you here establish a new ruler on your own.
This... how can it not be seen as an act of forcing the palace, how is this following the rules?"
"Such a presumptuous argument!" Ying Xiu glared angrily: "The solitary ascension of the ninth grade, inviting the venerable ones to listen, is what the people aspire for!"
"Aspired by the people?"
