Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Countless things were thrown into the sky, and the players were also infected by this frenzied atmosphere, throwing their half-finished milk tea into the air.

"Fuck your grandpa."

"I'll be more careful next time. Let's not worry about such trivial matters now."

Rumble, rumble...

The explosion temporarily drowned out the noise between the players.

Orina took a deep breath, gazing at the black floral emblem at her feet and the statues of past emperors in the hall, and slowly placed the crown on her head.

This is a live broadcast to the entire empire.

In observation stations, on spacecraft, in their own homes, in workplaces, in military camps... countless people watched.

Olena began, “I, Olena Elimeria, will assume the imperial throne here today.”

……

I remember that before I entered this hall, someone told me that even with 100% effort, the current empire might not be able to rise again. She also told me that if I failed, she could take me to a safe place where I would never be found by other races.

I didn't give her a direct answer then, but now I just want to tell her that if the empire collapses while I'm in power, I will choose to die with it. If 100% effort isn't enough to rebuild the empire, then I'll give 200% effort…”

"I will inherit the glory of the Elimerian Empire, I will make that glory even more glorious, I will ensure the integrity of every inch of the empire's territory, I will promote reforms to eliminate internal conflicts, I will repay external enemies with blood and fire, I will..."

Anran didn't think Orina was using political rhetoric to glorify herself; she had genuinely made the decision to die.

Those who agree will be moved to tears.

Opponents, on the other hand, often attack with the utmost malice.

This is an eternal conflict arising from differing stances. The resurgence of the empire will inevitably shake the interests of other surrounding powers, making this a truly difficult path.

Moreover, internal conflicts are often the most powerful constraints.

“What a delightful day,” Faulkner said, looking at Orina.

Anran replied, "Overall, that's correct."

Faulkner wiped his eyes: "Seeing Her Highness the Princess grow up makes me very happy."

“Perhaps you should address her as Her Majesty the Empress,” An Ran said without changing her expression.

A glint of light flashed in Faulkner's eyes.

"I misused my words, I am Faulkner, a senior member of the Royal Council."

Faulkner smiled and extended her hand, responding with a gentle nod. At the same time, she also extended her hand, only her previously bare palm was suddenly covered by a pair of black gloves.

"..."

Faulkner was stunned.

Are you really going to be so disrespectful?

But with several cameras filming, Faulkner could only extend his hand and shake Anran's hand, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Anger level: 56%.

After shaking hands, Faulkner deliberately took a few extra steps to the side. He was long past the age of judging by appearances; profit was what he pursued. Therefore, he regarded An Ran as a major enemy during their first conversation, and now he disliked her even more.

However, the media still regarded this scene as a "historic meeting".

"Elder Faulkner is a man of great magnanimity, judging people by their merits and not minding that Enron once harmed the Empire," Bono commented.

"..."

Laplace had nothing to say.

At this moment, Orina's speech to the entire star system had ended, and from now on, she would be the legally indisputable Empress of the Empire.

The crowds lining both sides of Wangcheng Avenue remained, even though they could no longer see Olina.

In the makeshift palace, Orina, seated in the main seat, was being received by the Imperial Minister.

Although most people were unable to come in person due to the urgency of the situation, they still offered their blessings through remote conversations.

“Your Majesty!” Faulkner bowed to Orina. “Although this is a joyous occasion, as a senior member of the Royal Council, there is something I must remind you of.”

"What is it, Elder?"

Orina, sitting upright in the main seat and looking slightly reserved, asked.

Orina, dressed in a black imperial suit, exuded an unusual maturity. She might not be used to it yet, but she already had the beginnings of a dignified and majestic image.

Faulkner glanced at An Ran, then bowed to Olina: "We are currently holding a court meeting, which is only open to high-ranking nobles and senior imperial officials. However, there is someone standing here who is not among them. This is against the rules. The imperial government's secrets should not be disclosed to irrelevant people. Please make a decision, Your Majesty."

Everyone turned to look at An Ran; she was the only one without a formal position there.

“This…” Orina raised her hand.

At this moment, a blue phantom nodded: "Your Majesty, the late Emperor did indeed establish relevant regulations, and I believe that Earl Cartwright, as the Minister of the Interior, should be well aware of this."

"Ah I……"

The man in the suit named Cartwright stared in astonishment at the person who had just spoken. "Are you even human? Why did you drag me into this for no reason?"

Seeing the questioning look in Orina's eyes, Cartwright could only nod with difficulty: "The late emperor did indeed establish such a rule, but..."

“Your Majesty, look,” the person who had spoken earlier interrupted Cartwright’s explanation, “By the way, I think General Vesa, as a descendant of Grand Duke Boyle, must also know this.”

Ok?

Visa almost jumped up.

Please, have some decency!

Because of the complete failure of constitutionalism, he was in an extremely difficult situation. Visa wanted to keep a low profile, so he even made his phantom smaller and placed it in an inconspicuous corner, but this guy still managed to drag him out.

Why the hell!

"I……"

Visa met An Ran's indifferent gaze.

A year ago, An Ran was just a member of the Nova Alliance, but now there are three Grandmasters in the Time-Space Alliance, and the Boyle family simply cannot afford to offend them.

Visa knew all of Enron's rivals had been crushed.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "There is indeed such a rule, but..."

The blue figure smiled confidently: "That's the right rule..."

"Don't interrupt!"

Visa shouted at the phantom.

The hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared at Vesa in astonishment. What was going on?

The blue figure was stunned.

After a moment of stunned silence as he vented his anger, Visah let loose. "Damn it, I've had enough! I'm fed up with these bastards mocking me behind my back every day!"

“Count Alex Bill.” Visa pointed out the man’s name first, and then glanced at An Ran subconsciously.

Sister, it's up to you how you discipline him!

“Didn’t your family teach you not to interrupt when others are speaking? Where is your respect for the Boyle family, and for His Majesty?” Visa pointed at Alex’s nose and yelled. “Earl Cartwright is a nice man and won’t hold your rudeness against you, but I’m a straightforward person. Can I take this as a provocation?”

"No, General Visa, you've misunderstood." Alex was sweating profusely as he quickly explained.

"I misunderstood? Everyone witnessed you repeatedly interrupting His Majesty, so there's no way it could be a misunderstanding. Besides, where do you think this is? This is a court meeting convened by His Majesty! Is a court meeting a place where you can just interrupt anyone? Do you think this is a noble council where you can roll up your sleeves and start a fight?"

Imperial ministers are all professionally trained, and they generally don't laugh unless they can't help it.

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"

Several black lines appeared on Orina's forehead.

"Cough cough..."

The person who had been laughing just now immediately tightened his tie, pretending to be nonchalant.

An Ran kept her head down, still thinking that Faulkner had united the empire's ministers into one group. Ha...

“Your Majesty, I absolutely did not mean that,” Alex quickly said, lowering his tone.

Visa is not backing down today. He is determined to be a vanguard, to take action against Alex, to help Olena establish her authority, and maybe he can find a stable backer.

He sneered, "That's not what I meant. I think you have a deeper meaning behind this! You're showing no respect for His Majesty. Do you think you can act like an old minister just because His Majesty has just ascended the throne? I, Vesa, will be the first to object!"

Alex panicked and stammered, "Visa, don't make false accusations!"

You know perfectly well what you're thinking!

There was a great show to watch, and most people kept quiet.

The aristocracy, in particular, were overjoyed to see the pro-royal council faction suffer a setback.

Some even hypocritically said, "Your Majesty, I don't think Alex did it on purpose, he just..."

That's absolutely awful.

Faulkner had to step in: "Alright, I think this is just General Visa's overinterpretation. How could Alex possibly be disrespectful to His Majesty? Besides, we are discussing matters concerning superfluous people."

After remaining silent for a long time, An Ran suddenly said, "I remember there's a rule in the Empire that members of the Royal Council are prohibited from interfering in politics, right?"

She pretended to be clueless and looked around.

"There is such a rule." This time, it was Orina who answered.

An Ran nodded: "Elder Faulkner would be better off keeping his mouth shut. This meeting has nothing to do with you."

Faulkner's blood boiled, and his anger level reached 62%.

"I was just offering suggestions, who said I was interfering in politics!"

"At first glance, your tone made me think you were Regent Kenneth," Anran said, feigning fear.

He was a figure similar to Dong Zhuo in the history of the empire.

"you……"

Anger level: 71%.

"Fine, I'll shut up, but shouldn't you, as a bystander, also leave?"