My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Undoubtedly, the Supreme Wisdom is the patron saint in the hearts of the people of Chongming, but is also revered by the people of Cangyuan.

The strength of these seven messengers who have obtained only 1% of the power of the Supreme Wisdom is enough to crush any Alpha-level divinely endowed person. How can this not be terrifying?

The Supreme Wisdom has never revealed its true face, but just the presence of the Dharma is enough to shock everyone.

No one knows where he came from, how strong he is, whether he is a man or a woman, young or old, or even... whether he is a living creature.

Because many people, including the Chongming royal family, speculate that the Supreme Intelligence is actually a manufactured super-advanced AI, a virtual program with life.

Lancelot asked himself that if he tried his best, he might be able to drag one or two messengers to serve as scapegoats in the final battle, but facing multiple messengers and the Supreme Wisdom, he had no chance of winning at all.

But Ye Wanlan said that she hurt the Supreme Wisdom? !

"How...how did you do that?" Lancelot grabbed his hair. "It's impossible. How can you be a monster?"

Sylvia was also shocked and speechless. After a long while, she murmured, “Sister YN, you are too strong.”

If it were someone else, they would be terrified when they heard the name of Supreme Wisdom, let alone facing it directly.

"It's just its Dharma image, not its true body." Ye Wanlan shook his head slightly, "I don't know how strong its true body is. Now that Chongming is in seclusion, there is no way to collect more information about it."

"Just let me be quiet...quiet." Lanslo pressed his chest desperately, "I...I am in good health. Even if I don't have a heart disease, you will scare me to death."

Sylvia was younger than Lancelot, but she calmed down first: "Next, what is Sister YN going to do?"

"Since it's less than two months away from the date predicted by High Priest Cangyuan, then..." Ye Wanlan paused and smiled slightly, "It's time for Beirut to step down."

"No problem, I support you!" Lanslo patted his chest, "Xiaoxi has money, I have soldiers, this kind of thing shouldn't be easy to accomplish? You can ascend the throne directly!"

"A violent attack is not advisable. To become the king of a country, you need the right time, right place, and right people." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "But the right time is not as good as the right place, and the right place is even less important than the right people. I also need the support of the people of Cangyuan."

She wants to sit in that position with dignity.

In her previous life, she was only one step away from touching it, so how could she give up in this life?

"This is indeed a bit difficult." Lancelot hesitated for a moment. "Although Beirut is very cruel, he appears to be very kind. With Mavis, the koi mascot, the Flemish royal family is still supported by the people."

Ye Wanlan hummed: "I already have a plan, and we have grandma. Grandma will help us."

"Sister YN has a plan, I will just follow it." Sylvia said, "But Beirut has been able to sit in this position for so long, and he is protected by the high priest, Sister YN should be more careful."

After saying that, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Lancelot coldly: "You can call me Xiaoxi?"

"Isn't it just a title?" Lancelot shrugged, "You can also call me Xiaolan."

Sylvia: “…”

She really wished she had never known this lunatic from the beginning to the end.

**
The next morning, at the palace.

The King of Beirut has been very anxious these days. He sent people to kidnap Ye Wanlan's family on land to threaten her to show up, but half a month has passed and no news has been received.

The entrance and exit quotas to the passage were too precious, and he didn't want to waste them all.

But the day of the prophecy was getting closer day by day, and he couldn't sleep well.

The princes and ministers carefully observed the expression of the King of Beirut and did not dare to say anything that might bring bad luck to him.

King Beirut pinched his brows and waved his hand, saying, "Since there is nothing to do today, then——" "Report!" A voice sounded, and two guards came in and knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, we have found the person you are looking for!"

King Beirut recognized that these were the people he sent to the land. He frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk later."

But the two guards seemed not to have heard his words, and continued: "Her Royal Highness the Princess has been brought back by us, Your Majesty can rest assured."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

"..."

The princes and ministers looked at each other in wide eyes, all of them smelling something unusual.

"When did I ask you to pick up Her Royal Highness?" The King of Beirut suppressed his anger. "Xiao Mei is right here. What Her Royal Highness is there?"

One of the guards was extremely surprised: "Your Majesty, didn't you say that you had a granddaughter who was stranded on land and ordered us to go and meet her?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Which granddaughter of your majesty actually went to the human world? How did she grow up?"

"Hiss... The human world is very barren. Even if this princess comes back, her strength won't be able to keep up."

"It's not a fake, right?"

The King of Beirut simply couldn’t believe it: “What nonsense are you talking about, are you crazy?!”

It was true that Ye Wanlan was his granddaughter, but he asked them to bring her back quietly and then kill her himself, instead of letting them expose the matter in public.

More importantly, he never told this secret to these two people, so how did they know it?
King Beirut had no time to think, as a tall figure appeared at the door of the hall.

She had no makeup on and was dressed very simply, which formed a sharp contrast with the princes and nobles in the hall.

But her face was so beautiful that even without the slightest makeup, it could outshine the sunlight and moonlight.

But her temperament even overwhelmed her eyes and eyebrows. Just by taking a few steps, people around her felt a kind of majestic atmosphere as vast as the rivers and seas.

The princes and nobles on both sides took a step back at the same time.

Ye Wanlan did not change his appearance. He had a pure oriental face and a pair of blue eyes.

Even though the King of Beirut had seen her photo, he was speechless when he saw her in person.

These eyes are so much like his first wife's.

The two people's appearance is not very similar, but when he sees these eyes, he will inexplicably think of the late queen Beitang Xinyi.

There were many old ministers among the princes and ministers who had seen the late queen, and they also stood there speechless for a long time.

After his fainting, the King of Beirut was already broken into a cold sweat.

"How dare you!" He was furious. "Where did this wild girl come from? How dare you pretend to be of royal blood here! Why don't you take her out and execute her on the spot?!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Let's see who dares!"

Outside the palace, the late queen, who was supposed to be dead in everyone's eyes, slowly walked over. (End of this chapter)