Po Jun looked at her, his gaze warm and blazing. "Actually, you don't need my approval. Whatever you decide to do, I'll support you."
Xia Chujian raised her brows, not expecting Po Jun to be so agreeable.
For a moment, she hesitated.
But when she thought of where this game was headed, and how even when she won the previous stages, she ultimately only ended up benefiting others, she hardened her heart and raised her arm.
A Qu Zhong 110 Handgun appeared in her hand, pressed against Po Jun's forehead.
Xia Chujian sighed. "Po Jun, I don't bear you any personal ill will."
"I'm simply uneasy about your identity."
"You are the last descendant of the Tan Tai Royal Family."
"Only by killing you can this Imperial Family be completely extinguished."
Po Jun looked deeply at her and said, "You just said that the political system you wanted to change to was Constitutional Monarchy, not a republic. If you kill me, you'll still need an emperor."
"Who are you planning to put on the throne? Yourself?"
Xia Chujian nodded bluntly. "Yes, myself."
"I have my reasons."
"First, for Constitutional Monarchy to succeed, the once-powerful Imperial Family must weaken, even decline."
"What better sign of that could there be than someone who isn't from the Tantai Clan succeeding to the throne?"
"When my descendants take the throne in the future, they will always remember that their claim is illegitimate. They must rely on the joint support of the Cabinet, the Military Department, and the Senate to remain in that position."
"So I don't have to worry about any of my descendants overturning the Constitutional Monarchy, because that would mean overturning the legitimacy of their own right to sit on the throne."
"Second, I am the Regent King. I already control the