The familiar altar for offering sacrifices to heaven and the familiar crowds of people.
Grayson Ying came out from the royal carriage drawn by four horses, looked at the awe-inspiring and retreating eyes of the people around him, and pursed his lips.
It shouldn't be like this.
He is in good spirits now, without any of the fatigue, weakness or irritability caused by lack of sleep.
This was thanks to the fact that he had a good nap and after he called on the sky above to bring a meteorite shower, he postponed the date of his succession ceremony by three hours.
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