"♂,"
Ruan Qiushui froze for a moment, her beautiful eyes fixed on me. She had no idea why I had suddenly said "no," while Zhao Yu hurriedly dropped to his knees with a thud. "Boss! What are you still being modest about? In all of Zhongzhou, only you can sit up there! If anyone else dares to take that seat, I, Zhao Yu, will be the first to refuse!"
"Zhao Yu is right this time. If not the Xia Emperor, then who would be suitable? Please ascend the throne, Xia Emperor!" Jing Yun also knelt as he spoke.
"Please ascend the throne, Xia Emperor!" The moment Ruan Qiushui, Zhao Yu, and Jing Yun's voices fell, a great crowd of civil and military officials knelt in unison, asking me to take the throne.
However, after thinking it over, I shook my head with a laugh. Then, facing everyone, I said, "I won't take this throne. At least not before the War of the Nine Regions comes to an end, and at least not before the Nine Regions have been pacified. I won't take it."
I drew a streak of white light from the bag behind me, took a deep breath, and drove it into the throne. "This seat is peerlessly noble, and so is this sword. The sword is best suited to this seat. What does everyone think?"
Everyone immediately looked bewildered. Ruan Qiushui hurriedly said, "Big brother, everyone worked so hard to win this realm, yet you refuse to take the throne. If you can't suppress the petty villains, what will we do about internal and external troubles?"
"Heh heh. If anyone refuses to submit, then even if they are a thousand miles away, this sword will slay them." I smiled. The War of the Nine Regions had only just