At the dynasty meeting, the weak crown prince was supported and sat on the head of His Majesty. He had a pale face and looked up at the hall with his mouth raised.

He is the son of his father. Even if his cultivation is completely abolished, even if he has a special hobby of murder, because his father is Li Huanjun, he can still become the most noble person in this country.

You can still sit here and look down at the ministers.

"Family affairs are state affairs. This is the candidate for the Crown Princess. The crown prince is noble and can marry one official concubine, two concubines and three concubines at one time..."

The list was handed over, and the crown prince glanced casually and had the same information as the information he received. All the concubines on this were daughters of the Beichang family. They were not only handsome, talented and virtuous, but also had extraordinary family backgrounds.

Take the candidate for the official concubine for example. Her father is an eighth-rank warrior holding heavy troops, and several of her brothers have military power, one of which is the wild seventh-rank garrison general.

The concubine's mother clan is also the leader of civil servants and the peak of the eighth rank. The disciples and disciples are everywhere in the government and the power of the country cannot be underestimated.

All he had to do was marry these women and tie their family to his own chariot. Even if he had no cultivation, he would become a useless person. As long as he knew the skills of weighing and controlling a few women, he could take advantage of the power behind them.

Father, this move is done well.

"Your Majesty, this is the candidate for the selection of the prince consort this time. Among them is a slightly older ninth-grade warrior, the most outstanding!"

Someone handed over the candidate for the prince consort, and the first person who was written was a ninth-grade warrior in his sixties. He was so old that it was obvious that it was difficult to have the opportunity to advance to the Martial Saint in this life.

It is better to just enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the world. It is naturally good to be able to marry a princess like a beautiful wife.

"Come on!"

When Li Huanjun chose the decree of the prince-consort, he had already expected this result. Since Zhaoyang is a princess, the princess will naturally be used to marry.

The female martial saint came strangely and left suddenly, which made Li Huanjun feel uncontrollable. If he didn't use such a martial saint for himself, then he would use the princess to marry a ninth-grade warrior.

A martial saint and a few ninth-grade warriors can also intimidate many villains.

As a princess, Zhaoyang must have the awareness of a princess, assist her brother well, and let her husband be used by the prince and the Northern Changguo. This is the right way.

"Princess Zhaoyang is here!"

A shout like a duck-like voice alarmed everyone at the dynasty meeting. Didn’t Princess Zhaoyang be confined?

Not allowed to leave the princess's mansion until she chooses her husband to get married?

Why did she come out?

Isn’t the head of the guard guarding the princess a seventh-grade warrior? He still has an imperial edict in his hand, so why can’t he stop the princess?

The crown prince snorted coldly, feeling very unhappy. He thought that this seventh-grade warrior would not be able to use it in the future, and he was probably impressed by the princess's beauty and was taken over as the minister under his skirt.

The princess inlaid with golden silk threads inlaid with pale purple at this time walked towards the hall step by step. Her tender face, which was supposed to belong to her, looked extremely calm in front of many ministers.

She looked at the sick fourth prince who was almost lying down while sitting in the position of the crown prince, and her thoughts were firmly firm in her heart.

She first saluted His Majesty, then stood up on her own, and walked up step by step to the position opposite the crown prince, and stood there, and at this time the hall was silent.

Because when Princess Zhaoyang came in, everyone saw Hu Jiujiu with a veil.

Hu Jiujiu, who was originally charming, could no longer sit still, and hurriedly led the crown prince and the ministers to bow down and bow down.

"Li Huanjun, the king of the Northern Changguo, has seen the Supreme, but I don't know what advice is there for the Supreme to come here?"

Li Huanjun felt a little panicked. Originally, the Supreme Martial Saint shouldn't have appeared in front of everyone. She should be in the dark and doing things on her own behalf is the best.

Otherwise, if everyone only has the Martial Saint in their eyes, then he, the king?

Hu Jiujiu didn't say anything, but just glanced at Li Huanjun's strange appearance and swept the ministers of the dynasty again. Most of these people were seventh-grade, and there was only one old eunuch who was at the peak of the ninth-grade. At this time, he bent down to salute like her.

As for the others, they all knelt on the ground, only Princess Zhaoyang and Li Huanjun stood there, and there was a crown prince who was supported and also stood to salute her.

Hu Jiujiu didn't say anything, but his aura was rising steadily, so that the old eunuch who had been bent over felt that his spine was about to break, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he knelt on the ground with a thud.

The Ninth-grade Peak and the Martial Saint seem to be separated by only one level of realm, but they are like an unsurpassed gully. The gap is too big!

The old eunuch knelt down, and Li Huanjun became even more panicked. He was also hurriedly kneeling down. Whether Beichangguo can stabilize depends entirely on the protection of the Martial Saint. He did not know the origin of this Martial Saint, so it is best not to be respectful or angered her!

In the entire hall, except for Princess Zhaoyang, everyone knelt down, but the crown prince was still supported by someone. He wanted to kneel down but hesitated, and the next moment he felt that he was lifted up.

Then from the position of the crown prince, he was thrown into the hall like garbage, and all the kneeling people were stunned.

Someone peeked at Princess Zhaoyang and was thinking that the Martial Saint came in with the princess. I wonder if this is the princess or the Martial Saint?

Princess Zhaoyang said nothing and pretended not to do anything. Under everyone's gaze, she walked to the position of the crown prince, sat down, and waved at Hu Jiujiu.

"Come here and go to the back. That's my fourth emperor brother. Don't hurt his life!"

Princess Zhaoyang was like instructing her servants, which made Li Huanjun furious. Just when she was about to scold Zhaoyang for being rude, she saw that the Female Martial Saint did not say a word and actually walked behind Zhaoyang.

Everyone was petrified and shocked at the dynasty meeting.

Oh my God, what did they see?

Behind Princess Zhaoyang, there was actually this female martial saint standing. I remembered the direction where the martial saint knelt on the ground. Isn’t it the Zhaoyang Princess’ Mansion?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became very strange.

At this time, Princess Zhaoyang saw two memorials on the table, one of which was the prince consort she chose. She sneered and tore the memorial to pieces under the gaze of everyone.

"Father, I think the princess' marriage should be more cautious, so let me make a decision on whom I marry in the future..."

She brought Hu Jiujiu and asked her to stand behind her, but she didn't believe it. Her father dared to go against her wishes at this time.

Didn’t my father always sacrifice her for the country?
Chapter completed!