Interstellar Peak Glory

Imantha smiled decently, glanced at the "rogue" that her son called, and said: "The gossip said that Prince Mo Jiahua voluntarily went to the southeast border to guard the border because of that young master Lin Feitong. This is his sweetheart. However, Lin Feitong seems to have been kicked out of the house by the Lin family for a long time. Speaking of which, the Lin family also has the opportunity to become a relative of the emperor. As long as you can say a few soft words to him, No matter how much you please, Lin Feitong will forget the tragic past of being abused by her stepmother, maybe she will forgive you, Mrs. Lin, do you think this makes sense?"

After the long sarcasm was uttered, both Lin Zhengyun and Tang Ya's expressions turned ugly.

Even Sikong Changwu frowned and said: "Sister and brother, your words are too harsh."

Imantha said lightly: "I can't help it. I'm such a protective person. Who wouldn't say bad things?"

Sikong Changwen was secretly pleased, and praised his wife, but he said on the surface: "Madam, after all, Zejin is still the daughter-in-law of the eldest brother, why should my family care about it so clearly? Just a few words are enough, too much , it hurts feelings."

Imantha glanced at the dark-faced Mrs. Lin, and said, "That's right, let's change the subject. Xiaoxiao is not the protagonist, so please stop talking about him."

Mrs. Lin: "..."

Mrs. Lin was suffocated when she was about to say something, and she immediately fell back angrily—who wants to change the subject?She still intends to keep holding on to Sikong Xiao, a hidden super-subhuman, who is almost thirty and hasn't married and had children, so there must be something wrong and no one wants to continue talking about it!

Since Ling Feitong sat very close to the end, there were so many people who came to watch the ceremony today, and Simon Lita quickly returned to his seat after chatting with him, so until the ceremony began, everyone No one noticed Ling Feitong's existence anymore.

Ling Feitong was also happy and at ease, he sat quietly in this hard-won seat to watch the ceremony, listening to the master of ceremonies announce the official start of the canonization ceremony.

Dabao and Xiaobao walked in from the gate side by side. As required, they stared straight ahead, stepped on the [-]-meter-long red carpet, and walked towards His Majesty Mo Lansi, the supreme ruler of the empire at the end of the red carpet. past.

What the etiquette officer said, Ling Feitong was completely deaf to his ears. In his world, there were only two people wearing gorgeous dresses from the Xishuguang Empire, walking forward side by side. But the two backs that have already straightened their backs.

This is his son. When they were born, they were only the size of two palms. At that time, Ling Feitong couldn't even imagine what the future of the two children would be.

But now, their identities are about to be recognized by the empire, and they will finally be able to stand upright under the sun, not afraid of any shadows coming.

"Today, I officially announce that my grandsons—Mo Hengrong and Mo Yurong, have officially become the No.30 heirs of the empire, and the No.30 three heirs."

Mo Lansi stood up, holding the emperor's scepter in his hand, and looked at the two children kneeling on one knee at the bottom of the steps with majestic eyes, and said clearly: "From now on, Mo Hengrong, Mo Yurong, As the descendants recognized by my royal Mo family, the proof of their blood relationship with my son, the imperial prince Megahua, will be posted on the royal website at [-] noon today for a period of seven days. If you have any questions, please feel free to Raise objections through various channels."

The significance of holding this canonization ceremony is to announce to the upper nobles of the entire empire that there are two more young princes in the royal family.

Mo Hengrong and Mo Yurong, these two names were given by Mo Jiahua himself.

Mo Jiahua, who was sitting in the first seat under Mo Lansi, stood up from his seat. He looked around at the hundred or so people present, and said in a serious and indifferent tone: "These two children were born by this king. Now that their identities have been proven, they will be the king's first successors, and they will be the sons of the king, and I hope you can treat the king's son as you treat the king."

After Mo Jiahua finished speaking, he walked down the high steps, took the small crown held in the hands of the etiquette officer with his own hands, and put it on the heads of Dabao and Xiaobao respectively.

Dabao raised his head, looked at Mo Jiahua, and said with a serious face, "Thank you, father!"

Xiao Bao pursed his lips and showed a cute smile, and said, "Thank you, father!"

Mo Jiahua also smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Not bad, it's very beautiful."

Everyone: "..."

His Highness Mo Jiahua, did you really laugh just now?

It turns out that it's not that he can't laugh, but that he can't laugh at ordinary people!

Mo Jiahua returned to the high steps and sat down.

Dabao and Xiaobao changed their kneeling postures and stood up.

At this time, there was a dead silence in the castle, and all eyes were on the two children and the two most powerful people in the empire. No one spoke, and no one made unnecessary noises.

No outsider can say anything. After all, the royal family's affairs are decided by the royal family. Outsiders can't get in their mouths at all, and there is no need to touch the mold of Mo Lansi and Mo Jiahua at this time.

However, outsiders don't say anything, and it's not that there are no people in the royal family who have opinions.

Just when Mo Lansi was about to announce the end of the canonization, an old man with gray hair sitting in a high seat in the front row stood up tremblingly with the support of the people next to him.

"My lord still has questions." The old man's voice was also extremely hoarse, like a broken windmill.

Mo Lansi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Prince Mo Sen, what questions do you have?"

Prince Mosen is the elder of the royal family. He is over [-] years old this year. He has lived long enough and made great contributions to the empire. In addition, his power has not been fully delegated, and his descendants are also in important positions. The status in the House of Lords is still outstanding.

Mo Sen supported his crumbling body, looked at Mo Lansi, and said, "May I ask your Majesty, how old are these two descendants of the royal family?" Molan Si said, "It's already six years old. "

Mo Sen asked: "Dare to ask who is their biological mother? Does it meet the basic requirements of the royal family? Where is their biological mother now?"

A series of questions were thrown out, but Yiyi asked the doubts of everyone present.

There are really too many unspeakable secrets in the royal family, no one dares to ask anything casually, and it is not the first time that the emperor of a country suddenly announced without warning that he would give an illegitimate son a legal status in an upright manner. It is enough to close one eye and be confused.

So, they dare not ask.

But that doesn't mean they're not curious or skeptical.

Yes, their father is Megahua, what about their mother?

Mo Lansi said lightly: "Their biological mother is dead, it doesn't matter who she is."

"Your Majesty, the royal bloodlines cannot be confused." Mo Sen is a staunch supporter of pure bloodlines. He insisted: "Although His Majesty has the right to give them official identities, their circumstances are special. As the first heirs of Megahua, It is very likely that he will become the first heir of the empire in the future, and this king will never allow someone whose mother's origin is unknown to endanger the entire royal bloodline!"

What he said was righteous and powerful, so much so that his old voice seemed to echo in the entire castle.

Mo Lansi looked unhappy. Although he was reluctant to canonize the two children, it did not mean that he allowed someone to disobey his decision in public.

Mo Lansi said coldly: "Your Majesty Mosen, due to the royal secrecy clause, it is stipulated that matters involving the top secrets of the empire must not be made public. Therefore, I only need to know who their mother is, and I will store it in the top secrets of the empire." Just the archives, no need to explain to anyone, you're overstepping."

Mo Sen was trembling with anger, let go of his crutches, put his hands on the table, and said angrily: "But this doesn't mean that their mother can be a slave who can't even be called a human being! Megahua, these two children are slaves The dirty blood of half of the slaves flowed on them, do you admit it or not?"

"Hiss—" Someone gasped, which seemed particularly abrupt in this hall.

Ling Feitong's heart skipped a beat suddenly, he pursed his lips lightly, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

This sharp and poisonous arrow shot straight at Mo Jiahua. This question is so sharp and so vicious.

Ling Feitong prayed in his heart: Don't admit it, don't admit it, as long as you pass this level, the road ahead will be much easier.

Mo Sen aggressively continued to question the expressionless Mo Jiahua, saying: "Mo Jiahua, the royal family has never had a precedent for a slave to give birth to an heir since ancient times. If the child's biological mother is an ordinary person, this king will recognize it today Yes, but if they are slaves, for the sake of the purity and nobility of the royal blood, this king will never recognize their status even if they die!"

Sitting on the viewing platform, Tang Zhanhui had a triumphant and vicious smile on his face.

It seems that this old guy who is half buried in the soil is indeed of some use. At least among so many people, only Mo Sen, an elder who still meddles in the affairs of the royal family, dares to ask Mo Jiahua and others so bluntly. After all, even Molans would never do anything unfavorable to this old prince and old God of War who had dedicated his life to the empire.

He wants to see how Mo Jiahua can answer this time.

It is conceivable that in all likelihood, Mo Jiahua would not admit the identity of the two bastard mothers in full view.

However, Tang Zhanhui has already obtained secret information from Shevir—the former rogue Ling of the Shevir Expeditionary Corps, whose real identity is Ling Feitong, the former slave lover of Mo Jiahua, and the two little bastards, Yiyi is Ling Fei The status of a slave born in Kiryu, coupled with his defection to the Western Dawn Empire, under Thresh's iron evidence, Megahua's reputation will, as expected, plummet at the speed of the crash after today, so that it is lower than the number one Minimum of one heir.

Mo Jiahua stood up leisurely, with a calm and calm expression, quite graceful and majestic.

His eyes focused on Mo Jiahua.

Mo Jiahua said lightly: "I don't know where Prince Mo Sen heard this rumor from."

Mo Sen said coldly: "Why, you want to say that the news I heard is false?"

"This king didn't say that." Mo Jiahua slightly hooked his lips, looked away, and stopped far away on the face of Ling Feitong who was sitting farthest away.

Ling Feitong's breathing was suddenly suffocated, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

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