But the guards seemed oblivious to Nanli's insistence. The tale of the true dragon slaying the false dragon spread rapidly, and soon, the guards outside the palace were all kneeling, loudly chanting, "Long live the ruler! Long live the ruler! Long, long live the ruler!"
Nanli turned to He Qinian. "Aren't you going to help me...?"
However, her words were cut off as she saw He Qinian also kneeling, his face full of reverence and awe. "Greetings, ruler!" he called out loudly.
Nanli's brows furrowed deeply. She raised her hand and, seeing that they still wouldn't stop, she gathered her energy and commanded, "Stop!"
Her voice echoed throughout the palace. The guards, fearing her command, immediately fell silent.
The head of the guards, with a bow, said, "Ruler, I understand! I will immediately make arrangements for the coronation ceremony to be held tomorrow!"
Nanli pursed her lips, feeling utterly helpless. "Didn't you hear me? I am not from Border Nation. How can I be your ruler?"