I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

"The Empress fought a fierce battle with His Majesty the King of Yue, a battle that shook the heavens and earth. But no matter how powerful the Empress was, she was still no match for His Majesty the King of Yue. So what if the Empress had eight puppets at the early stage of the Spirit Emperor realm? His Majesty the King of Yue had eight refined corpses at the late stage of the Spirit Emperor realm. Impressive, isn't he!"

"Eight corpses, all at the late stage of the Spirit Emperor realm!! What does that even mean? Everyone present was terrified when they saw them."

"Hahahahaha..."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Qiao Niannian was also smiling as she held the cup. She said to her grandfather, "Grandpa, His Majesty is really amazing."

Old Man Qiao patted her head: "With His Majesty here, we will have good days ahead."

Qiao Niannian thought of that black figure and wondered to herself, would she ever see him again in the future?

The storyteller vividly described the Battle of Shenwu Terrace in the teahouse and tavern, praising King Yue's bravery.

To the people of Yue, King Yue was undoubtedly valiant and wise, but to other nations, he was terrifying. Good heavens, he had refined countless souls into spiritual weapons, and possessed eight refined corpses at the late-stage Spirit Emperor realm—how many people had he killed, this great demon?

The name of Li He, the Ghost King, spread far and wide.

The people of Yue Kingdom disliked the title of Ghost King, but could you control what others said? As the title of Ghost King was passed down, it reached Gu Yan's ears. He didn't like it either, but he thought it was much better than the title of Lustful Demon.

Li He, the Poet Ghost, Li He, the Ghost King, well, he's alright.

But why do I feel even more sorry for Mr. Taibai?

When no one was around, Gu Yan covered her face with one hand.

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In the library of the Yue Kingdom's royal palace, rows of large, vermilion bookshelves were filled with various ancient books. Gu Yan was reading there when he heard Prime Minister Gao Changqing's words, and he looked up:

"A coronation ceremony?"

"Yes. His Majesty has not yet held a coronation ceremony." Gao Changqing said, cupping his hands.

Gu Yan hadn't actually held a coronation ceremony yet, but he had effectively taken control of the entire Yue Kingdom and issued decrees. The idea of ​​a coronation ceremony had been mentioned before, but he thought it was troublesome and a waste of manpower and resources. But now, after a second thought, he felt that holding one would be acceptable.

Why did you change your mind?

Because I can receive gifts!

Based on his performance on the Divine Martial Platform, it is believed that the monarchs of all the states in Qizhou will present him with a generous gift.

"That's right, we're going to hold a coronation ceremony and invite envoys from all countries to attend. Minister Gao, you can arrange this!" Gu Yan said.

"I obey your decree!"

After Gao Changqing left the library, he immediately summoned all the officials from the Ministry of Rites. The officials immediately sprang into action, and the enthronement ceremony began in earnest. Gu Yan's purpose in holding this enthronement ceremony was to collect gifts, so he specifically sent Eunuch Su Sheng with a verbal order: everything should be kept simple and extravagant.

When the officials learned of this imperial edict, they were once again moved to tears.

After all, the previous Gu Lan was an extremely arrogant and extravagant person. Every time Gu Yan was compared to him, it would move the officials to tears.

After the Battle of Shenwutai, the entire Yue Kingdom revered King Gu Yan as a god. Not to mention the officials who had access to Gu Yan, they would obey without hesitation even if asked to die for Gu Yan immediately.

As soon as the letter announcing the King of Yue's enthronement ceremony arrived, the monarchs of various countries immediately dispatched envoys and presented lavish gifts. More than two-thirds of the monarchs personally went to Yue to offer their congratulations. Among these monarchs who personally went to Yue were the King of Song and Empress Fuyao.

The coronation ceremony left Gu Yan overwhelmed with gifts, but the Empress Fuyao, after arriving, actually refused to leave Yue Kingdom, which gave Gu Yan a real headache.

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Leaning against the fragrant pavilion, surrounded by wind on all sides.

Inside the waterside pavilion, a beautiful empress in a light blue palace dress and a young monarch in black stood before the railing, gazing at the blooming red lotuses in the pond. The empress chuckled, pointed to the pond, and said, "Brother Changji, look at that lotus flower. It blooms in pairs; it's a good omen."

Gu Yan followed her finger and saw that among the green lotus leaves, there was indeed a twin lotus flower standing in the wind, looking shy and delicate.

Gu Yan glanced at the lotus flower, then looked at Murong Ya beside him. He said, oblivious to the romantic sentiment, "Fellow Daoist Murong, you've been in Yue Kingdom for a month now. Shouldn't you go back?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Ya's smile vanished. She frowned, her phoenix eyes filled with sorrow: "Brother Changji, are you trying to send me away?"

Gu Yan thought to herself, "That's right, I'm just trying to get rid of you."

Although he thought this way, he didn't want to strain his relationship with Murong Ya too much, after all, this woman had given him far too many gifts. Over the years, Gu Lan had returned almost everything that had been offered to her, and had even given her a Yuanhun Fruit that Gu Yan really wanted.

So Gu Yan looked at her and said, "Fellow Daoist Murong is, after all, the ruler of a country. It is not appropriate for him to stay in my palace for so long. There are already rumors circulating outside."

Rumors are spreading like wildfire that Empress Fuyao is infatuated with Ghost King Li He, which is why she's lingering in Yue Kingdom and refusing to leave. These rumors have already reached the Fuyao Empire, and its ministers and high-ranking officials, upon hearing them, have also felt uneasy. Some have already come to urge Murong Ya to return to the Fuyao Empire as soon as possible.

"These past few days, your Prime Minister and Grand Elder have both sent people to urge you to leave. If Fellow Daoist Murong doesn't leave soon, they might think I'm detaining you. In that case, some misunderstandings are bound to arise," Gu Yan continued.

Murong Ya looked at him and said, "I don't care about any rumors or misunderstandings. Brother Changji, you're overthinking it. I've only been staying in Yue Kingdom for a month. What misunderstanding could that possibly cause? I just feel that I've benefited greatly from discussing philosophy with Brother Changji, so I'm reluctant to leave. Brother Changji, you don't need to worry about it."

"I plan to go into seclusion in a few days, so I'm afraid I won't have time to discuss the Dao with Fellow Daoist Murong anymore," Gu Yan said as she walked into the waterside pavilion.

Murong Ya watched his retreating figure, biting her petal-like lips. She wasn't stupid; she understood that Gu Yan was just trying to get rid of him.

Murong Ya had been proud all her life, never taking any man seriously, but she never expected to be defeated by the man before her. From then on, her heart was like mud stuck to cotton, and she could no longer be free. Her heart and eyes were filled with only him.

He never imagined that after humbling himself, begging for love, and traveling thousands of miles to the Yue Kingdom, he would find that "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch."

Murong Ya gazed at the tall, elegant figure in black, a sorrowful yet resolute expression on her face: "Brother Changji, do you really not understand Ya'er's feelings?"

Gu Yan: "..."

He certainly understood, he just didn't want to understand.

"Ya'er loves you. If Brother Changji is willing to become Ya'er's Daoist partner, Ya'er is willing to give up the throne of the Fuyao Empire. From then on, Brother Changji will be the emperor, and I will be the empress."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yan turned around and looked at Murong Ya in surprise.

He knew Murong Ya liked him, but he never expected her to be willing to give up the throne. Hey! Girl, are you love-struck? Giving up your ancestral throne for a man?