The Transfer of the Throne Ceremony
When Xu Zimo unified the Myriad Nations, nearly all the monarchs of every nation had come.
Back then, Sun City had been packed so tightly that not even water could seep through.
This time, Su Qianyuan was ascending the throne.
It was another grand and earth-shaking celebration.
For the people of Sun City, this was a good thing.
After all, whenever a new emperor ascended the throne, the first act was a general amnesty.
What followed was a feast for all under heaven.
People in other cities might not know, but within Sun City, there was free food, drink, and entertainment.
People practically wished there could be such ceremonies every day.
A day in advance, the monarchs of the Myriad Nations had already arrived in Sun City.
They moved into the residences arranged for them.
Xu Zimo looked at Su Qianyuan.
Dressed in imperial robes, Su Qianyuan truly embodied the saying: clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.
Her already beautiful face gained several traces of heroic spirit.
When she smiled, it was like a spring breeze brushing against one's face.
When she was meticulous and unsmiling, she truly resembled a majestic emperor.
"Not bad. At least judging by your features, you have the bearing of an emperor," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Really?" Su Qianyuan looked at her reflection in the mirror, finding it all immensely novel.
After all, she had suddenly become the leader of the Myriad Nations.
The leap was simply too great.
Even Su Qianyuan herself had yet to adjust, and it all felt somewhat dreamlike.
"Can I really do it?" she looked at Xu Zimo and asked again.
"You shouldn't be asking me that. You should ask yourself," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Once