Xu Yuexuan's coronation ceremony was not particularly grand. Compared to the coronation ceremonies of other emperors of the Sun Moon Empire, this one could even be called rather shabby.
But Xu Yuexuan did not care about such things. To her, holding power was what mattered most. A coronation ceremony? No matter how magnificent it was, what meaning did it have if one could not control real authority...
After days of bloody purges, all factions within Mingdu that had refused to cooperate or harbored disloyal intentions had been eliminated. The heads of several particularly powerful families had even been hung in the streets as a warning. For a time, the entire city of Mingdu seemed to fall silent, and no more ignorant fools came forward to spread rumors.
Being an emperor was an exhausting matter, and this was evident from Xu Yuexuan's condition.
After days of intense work, her entire state had visibly withered. The light that once gleamed in her eyes had dimmed somewhat, replaced by calculation and depth.
She now truly understood the saying that the heights were cold. She had become an emperor and gained the highest authority and status, but she had also lost much in return—freedom, even friendship. To an emperor, such things were unattainable, especially amid circumstances as complicated as these. They had become nothing more than extravagant hopes.
Demon Shadow remained at Xu Yuexuan's side. She was the person Xu Yuexuan trusted most at present, and Xu Yuexuan had invested countless resources in her, hoping to rapidly advance her cultivation in a short time until she entered the realm of Titled Douluo.
At this moment, Demon Shadow was not only the most trustworthy person by Xu Yuexuan's side, but she also controlled the remaining hidden guards and soldiers within the imperial palace. As for