"Mother, I have become a saint." Jiang Ping'an said.
When Jiang Shuyue heard this, he was stunned for a while and looked at Jiang Ping'an silently.
Jiang Ping'an didn't bother, just looked at my mother's eyes with a smile.
Jiang Shuyue finally came to his senses and said to himself, "I'm dreaming again."
After that, she stood up, turned around and walked towards the house.
"Mother, this is not a dream." Jiang Ping'an stood up and shouted to Jiang Shuyue's back with tears in his eyes.
His mother's reaction shocked him. She must have dreamed of him becoming a saint countless times. He knew very well that her mother wanted him to become a saint, not for glory, let alone wealth, but just for him to live.
Jiang Shuyue couldn't help but trembled all over and stopped. She turned around slowly and looked back at Jiang Ping'an.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, and her slightly parted lips trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Of course she hoped it was true, but she had had too many false dreams.
Jiang Ping'an walked up to Jiang Shuyue, feeling extremely heartbroken and extremely guilty. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the warm tears that overflowed from Jiang Shuyue's eyes.
"Mother, this is not a dream, it is true. I have become a saint." Jiang Ping'an said with tears in his eyes, and then gently held Jiang Shuyue in his arms.
Everything is so real, then just treat it as real, Jiang Shuyue thought to himself, and couldn't help crying.
Hearing her mother's cries, Jiang Ping'an couldn't help but cry, and even cried loudly, "I'm sorry, mother, I've hurt you before I was born, and I've been hurting you all this time, wuwu..., I'm sorry..., I was not a son of a human being, wuwu..."
The mother and son held their heads and cried.
After crying for a while, Jiang Shuyue finally recovered and put Jiang Ping'an's head in his arms, comforting him. "Peace, don't cry, this is a good thing. You have finally become a saint, and no one can harm you in the future..."
"I won't cry." Jiang Ping'an left Jiang Shuyue's chest and wiped away the tears with all his strength.
The next moment, he turned around and saw Lan Yu standing on a rock several feet high not far away, watching quietly.
When Jiang Shuyue saw Jiang Ping'an turning to look, she subconsciously followed suit and was surprised to see it was Lan Yu. She immediately turned her back and quickly wiped away her tears.
Lan Yu did not leave, but instead flew to and landed in front of Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an was not embarrassed at all, and said to Lan Yu, "The news that I have become a saint has been made public. The palace has been quite lively and festive recently, so you can come back to the palace with me to stay for a while."
"Okay." Lan Yu responded.
In the past, she would not have been able to join in the fun, but after that time with Jiang Ping'an Spiritual Union, she reflected on Jiang Ping'an's words and made herself more humane.
Jiang Ping'an then said to Jiang Shuyue, "Mother, let's go back to the palace later."
"Yeah." Jiang Shuyue responded, "I'll go into the house and pack my things."
She found an excuse and left the yard quickly.
"It's true, it's true! Ping An has really become a saint!" She thought quickly in her mind, "No one can kill him anymore!"
About a stick of incense later, Jiang Shuyue walked out of the room, with a smile on her beautiful face and a look of joy in her beautiful eyes.
Subsequently, Jiang Ping'an, Jiang Shuyue and Lan Yu left Qingqiu City together and returned to the palace of Ping'an City.
Early in the morning of the next day, the sun rose, and the golden light poured down on the glazed tiles of Ping'an City like molten gold. The entire imperial capital seemed to be covered with a layer of red gold armor. Inside and outside the palace walls, the Imperial Guards were arrayed in bright armor, and their swords and halberds were like a forest. They stood silently. Only the sound of hunting with banners swaying in the wind made this morning more solemn.
In the Chaohui Hall, incense smoke curled up, nine tripods burned together, and green smoke rose from the bronze crane-shaped incense burner spiraling upward.
Jiang Ping'an is sitting on the emperor's throne, wearing Great An Kingdom imperial clothes and a Twelve-Beaded Imperial Crown crown. The beaded curtain is swaying slightly, reflecting his handsome and calm face.
The civil and military officials were divided into two groups and stood neatly in the main hall under the jade steps, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Jiang Ping'an calmly announced, "I have been promoted to the Celestial Realm."
As soon as the voice fell, the officials were excited and ecstatic, many even shed tears with excitement, and the whole hall was like a cauldron.
In fact, before going to court, and even yesterday, they heard a piece of great news that was related to the fate of the country's security, and they sought confirmation from many sources. Even so, when they heard it from Jiang Ping'an's mouth, they were still so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
Great An Kingdom really needs Jiang Ping'an to become a saint.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty for becoming a saint, may all generations live forever!" The ministers knelt down and bowed excitedly to Jiang Ping'an in unison.
Jiang Ping'an said with a smile, "I love you so much, so there is no need to be polite."
After the ministers stood up, Prime Minister Zhang Zhe came out and asked, "Your Majesty, I boldly propose that your saint's celebration be held nationwide, and..."
What Zhang Zhe said is similar to what Ye Qingluan proposed.
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
The ministers stood up one after another and loudly agreed, and Jiang Ping'an naturally agreed.
After Jiang Ping'an and the civil and military officials have decided to organize the saint's celebration in a grand way, Jiang Ping'an doesn't need to worry about the rest. The officials will do their best to organize it.
Since Human Race forces from all parties need to be invited to attend the celebration, the saint's celebration is scheduled to be officially held in three months.
After retiring from the imperial court, the news of Jiang Ping'an's sanctification spread at an alarming speed. In Ping'an City, it only took half a day to spread throughout the streets, alleys, restaurants and high-walled courtyards.
Hearing that their respected and beloved emperor had finally become a saint, the people in the city were overjoyed and excitedly knelt down in the direction of the palace and shouted, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."
People all over the city rushed to tell each other, their morale soared and their blood boiled.
The good news also spread to all parts of the Great An Kingdom at an alarming speed, and people everywhere cheered wildly. People across the country ignited hopes and discussed it with excitement and anticipation.
An ordinary city within Peaceful City, Great An Kingdom.
Huang's Tea House, a very ordinary teahouse, but now it is full of customers.
The customers ordered tea and snacks and gathered together to discuss loudly and excitedly.
"When the emperor was not a saint, he was able to repel the Celestial Race saint and beat the Celestial Race saint to pieces!" Someone shouted, "Now that the emperor has become a saint, killing the Celestial Race saint is not as easy as killing a chicken?!"
Before the voice fell, some people immediately laughed in agreement, "Haha, not only can it kill Celestial Race saints like chickens, but it can even kill Celestial Race's Great Emperor!"
Someone else shouted loudly, "We want to follow the emperor to counterattack Celestial Race! Why can they invade and attack us and massacre us, but we can't counterattack them?!"
"Yes, blood debt must be paid with blood, kill all Celestial Race!!!" someone shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, everyone shouted in unison, "Blood debt must be paid with blood, kill all Celestial Race!!!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood, kill all Celestial Race!!!"