Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 890 Your Highness, it’s time to ascend the throne [ - 2]

Chapter 890: 890 Your Highness, it’s time to ascend the throne [Chapter 2]

Without a doubt, the Supreme Wisdom is regarded as a guardian deity by the Chongming people, but it is also revered by the Cangyuan people.

The seven messengers, who have only acquired one percent of the Supreme Wisdom’s power, are powerful enough to crush any Alpha Level Divine Bloodline. How can that not be terrifying?

The Supreme Wisdom has never shown its true form, just its Dharma can awe the four directions.

No one knows its true origins or how strong it truly is. Its gender, age, and even whether it is a living being cannot be confirmed.

Many, including the Chongming Royal Family, speculate that the Supreme Wisdom is actually a highly advanced AI, a virtual program with life.

Lancelot asked himself if he went all out, he might be able to take down one or two messengers in the final battle, but against multiple messengers and the Supreme Wisdom, he had no chance.

But Ye Wanlan said she injured the Supreme Wisdom?!

"How... how did you do it?" Lancelot clutched his hair, "Impossible, how can you be such a monster?"

Silvia was also shocked into silence. After a long time, she murmured, "Sister YN, you’re too strong."

Anyone else, upon hearing the name of the Supreme Wisdom, would feel terror, much less face it directly.

"It was just the Dharma, not its true form." Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, "I don’t know how strong its true form is. Now that Chongming is closed off, I can’t gather more information about it."

"Let me be quiet... quiet." Lancelot pressed hard against his chest, "My... my healthy body, without a heart condition, you’re going to scare me into one."

Silvia was younger than Lancelot, but she calmed down first: "What does Sister YN plan to do next?"

"Since less than two months remain until the date predicted by the Cangyuan Great Priest, then—" Ye Wanlan paused, then smiled slightly, "It’s time to dethrone Beirut."

"No problem, I support you!" Lancelot patted his chest, "Little Xi has money, I have soldiers, isn’t this minor issue a piece of cake? You ascend the throne directly!"

"A frontal attack is unwise. To become a king, one needs the right timing, geography, and harmony among people." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "And timing is not as good as geography, geography is not as good as harmony among people. I still need the support of the Cangyuan people."

She wants to ascend to that position with dignity and honor.

In her previous life, she was just a step away from touching it, so how could she give up in this life?

"This is indeed a bit difficult." Lancelot hesitated for a moment, "Although Beirut is very cruel, on the surface, he is very merciful, and with Meivis as this good luck charm, the Flanders Royal Family is still the people’s choice."

Ye Wanlan acknowledged: "I already have a plan, and grandmother, grandmother will help us."

"Sister YN has a plan, so I will just follow and execute it." Silvia said, "But Beirut has been in this position for so long, and with the High Priest protecting him, Sister YN must be extra careful."

After this, she suddenly seemed to remember something and coldly turned to Lancelot: "Is Little Xi something you can call?"

"Isn’t it just a title?" Lancelot shrugged, "You can also call me Xiao Lan."

Silvia: "..."

She really wished she had never known this lunatic from beginning to end.

**

The next morning, at the Royal Palace.

King Beirut had been very anxious these days. He sent people to kidnap Ye Wanlan’s family on the land to force her to appear, but half a month had passed with no news.

The quota for entering and exiting the passage was too precious, and he didn’t want to waste them all.

But the prophesied day was getting closer every day, and he could not sleep well.

The royal and noble members were cautiously observing King Beirut’s expression, not daring to speak lest they provoke him.

King Beirut rubbed his temples and waved his hand: "Since there’s nothing today, then—"

"Report!" A voice rang out, and two guards came in, kneeling on one knee, "Your Majesty, the person you wanted has been found!"

King Beirut naturally recognized these were the men he sent to the land. He frowned, "Is there something, talk about it later."

But the two guards seemed to ignore his words and continued, "Her Royal Highness the Princess has been brought back by us, Your Majesty can rest assured."

As these words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

"..."

The royal and noble members glanced at each other, sensing something unusual.

"When did I ask you to bring back Her Royal Highness the Princess?" King Beirut held back his anger, "Little Mei is right here, what other princess?"

One of the guards was extremely puzzled, "Your Majesty, wasn’t it you who said you have a granddaughter lost outside, lost to the land, and ordered the two of us to bring her back?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Which granddaughter of His Majesty ended up in the Mortal World? How did she grow up?"

"Hiss... The Mortal World is very barren. Even if this princess returns, her power won’t match."

"Could she be an imposter?"

King Beirut couldn’t believe it: "What nonsense are you talking about, are you crazy?!"

Ye Wanlan was indeed his granddaughter, but he asked them to quietly bring her back and then have him personally execute her, not to reveal the matter publicly.

More importantly, he never disclosed this secret to these two, how did they know?

It was impossible for King Beirut to think further, as a tall figure already appeared at the entrance of the hall.

She was bare-faced, dressed very simply, forming a stark contrast with the royal and noble members in the hall.

Yet her face was so stunning, even without a touch of makeup, it already overshadowed the sun and the moon.

Her aura surpassed her features, and just those few steps she took made the people around feel a kind of grandeur vast as the ocean.

The royal and noble members on both sides stepped back unanimously.

Ye Wanlan did not disguise herself, with her pure Eastern face and a pair of blue eyes.

Even if King Beirut had seen her photo, upon seeing her in person, he was still speechless.

These eyes really looked so much like his late wife.

Their appearances didn’t resemble much, but seeing those eyes inexplicably reminded him of the former queen Beitang Xinyi.

Many old ministers among the royal and noble members who had seen the former queen were also speechless for a long time.

After recovering, King Beirut was already drenched in cold sweat.

"Impertinent!" He was furious, "Where did this wild girl come from, daring to impersonate the Royal Family bloodline here! Drag her out and execute her on the spot!"

At this moment, a cold voice fell: "I see who dares!"

Outside the hall, the former queen, whom everyone thought was dead, came pacing in.

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