The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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What puzzled Xiji was that they were both the masters of the same land, so why did one of them fear the other? He couldn't figure out the reason for a while, and it was not convenient to ask more questions at this time, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't say much. He could only continue to observe and confirm his guess.

The King of Xiang was not happy with the King of Night and dared not say much, so he could only vent his sexual desire with the beauty around him.

Xiji took a look and began to feel that it was offensive to the eyes. It is estimated that anyone who sees a greasy uncle in his forties hugging and chewing a beautiful woman, who is still shy, will feel offensive to the eyes.

Xiji turned his eyes away from the unbearable scene and looked around, and found that except for himself, everyone else around him turned a blind eye to the scene in front of him. Xiji felt very strange, but later he found that the ministers who came, except for a few who were accompanied by women of the same age as himself, the rest were followed by beautiful young women with beautiful figures.

Xiji seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing. He was confused in the blink of an eye. He turned to look at the Night King beside him and saw him pouring wine and drinking it alone. He looked calm and didn't ask about the answer he didn't give. He felt relieved, but also a little unsatisfied.

Seeing that the Night King no longer paid attention to him, Xiji sat there seemingly enjoying himself. He kept his eyes and ears open and heard a lot of gossip, the most of which was various comments about the new emperor.

The group of people around who should be of equal status to the Night King were talking about the new emperor. Listening to their comments, Xiji even began to feel some sympathy for the new emperor whom he had never met.

Even though the new emperor still lived in this luxurious palace, the world that originally belonged to his family was eventually divided among these princes. What was even more frustrating was that he could not change the status quo and take back the family business that originally belonged to him.

Xiji felt that if he were the emperor, he would be extremely upset. It was as if his yard was divided up out of kindness by him and the helpers were allowed to manage their own areas. As a result, after those people lived there for a long time, they came to think that things that originally belonged to him were now theirs.

When he wanted to take back his yard, he found that those people were fatter and stronger than each other, and he could not defeat them at all, and he was unable to restore them to their original state. Thinking about it this way, the Qi family was stupid enough. They should not have agreed to this system from the beginning, so that it developed into what it is today. But regardless of whether his family was unlucky or not, Xiji only dared to think about these thoughts in his heart and did not dare to express them at all.

The invited ministers took their seats one after another, and the noise around them became louder and louder. It was not until the time was almost up and the seats were full that a deep drumbeat was heard outside the hall, as if reminding someone of something.

Xiji noticed that at the same time as the drum sounded, the noise in the hall gradually became smaller. Regardless of his purpose, he turned his gaze upwards to the main throne which seemed a little empty until now.

Soon, a group of people came from the passage behind the main seat. The leader was wearing a golden robe embroidered with exquisite patterns and a jade crown on his head. He looked young.

When they got closer, Xiji could see his face clearly. He had a good-looking face, but he had a gloomy air about him, and the aura around him showed that he was not easy to get along with.