The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband
Chapter 933: Clinging Tightly to My Son’s Thighs

Chapter 933: Chapter 933: Clinging Tightly to My Son’s Thighs

Entering the imperial banquet hall were two underlings of Fire Glaze, who carried Ye Weiqiang straight out.

Mo Yinhe had already ascended the stairs and returned to his little seat, playing with a miniature handgun, and swept his gaze over the crowd from his elevated position: "Who else thinks my mother doesn’t qualify to be queen?"

Apart from Cao Jianyu, another king persuaded by Ye Weiqiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and downed the wine on his table in one gulp.

Mo Yinhe effortlessly called out his name: "King Guo, what about you? You seem to have not taken a stand yet. You don’t plan on being a fence-sitter, wavering between both sides, do you?"

As he spoke, the gun in his hand swung like a toy from left to right, resembling the wavering fence-sitter.

King Guo watched the little rascal fiddling with the gun, terrified of an accidental discharge. Had any other brat dared to be so arrogant before him, he would have slapped them already, but this was the notorious Mo Yinhe!

In the empire, there was no one who did not know the name Mo Yinhe. Not only because he was the empire’s wealthiest, but also because he had once overnight taken control of a prince’s state. Without substantial backing, a mere kid couldn’t possibly pull off such a feat!

Such a small but ruthless character!

Throughout the banquet hall, even the six elder statesmen did nothing, their attitude seemingly nonchalant, yet clearly permissive.

He feared that if he dared voice disagreement now, in the next second Mo Yinhe would make him "eat a bullet," and it wasn’t even his territory. If he got killed, he’d have no place to cry foul; even if his sons sought vengeance later, the harm would’ve already been done to him, and all they could do might be to take his ashes home.

A man who understands the times is a wise man; King Guo certainly did not wish to follow in Ye Weiqiang’s footsteps. Wiping his sweat, he immediately stood up: "Our principality of Auka is a devout worshipper of the Sea God, and we wish Her Highness the Queen an early coronation."

"Sit down," Ye Xingguang waved his hand.

This day was just too glorious. A little guy had held sway over the entire room; this morning’s egg and beef noodles were not made in vain!

Blood boiling with excitement, Ye Xingguang once again raised his glass: "Let’s raise a toast to celebrate."

After everyone raised their glasses to celebrate, song and dance performances began to add to the festivities, as though the prior tension was merely an illusion.

Ye Xingguang sat on the queen’s throne, glanced at Mo Yinhe, who was peeling shrimp for Yin Xiaohua, leaned over, and whispered, "Little Mo CEO, thanks. But why did you say I was your mom?"

Mo Yinhe looked up languidly, with a gaze that seemed to regard him as a fool: "If Young Master didn’t say so, do you think I could keep them in line? I’ve let you cling onto my thigh, don’t get too proud. Tonight, you must sing a lullaby for Hua Xiaozhu and get her to sleep!"

Ye Xingguang had a headache, feeling a strange sense of regret: "Uh... so you’re just saying it casually?"

Mo Yinhe: "Don’t overthink it. At most, I’ll be your foster son for seven days."

"..." She almost read too much into it!!!

But now, with Ye Weiqiang wounded tonight, the principality of Caliteya certainly wouldn’t let things go so easily. Fortunately, she had secretly ordered Gui Baili to send troops to the principality of Caliteya, so if something did happen, like a coup, they wouldn’t be entirely unprepared.

At that moment, Geshu Tang, who was sitting down below, lifted his cup: "Little Ninety-Nine, when did you ever have such a grown child as Mo Yinhe? Can you share the gossip with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s ears perked up.

In order to cozy up to Mo Yinhe, Ye Xingguang shed all pretenses, shamelessly saying: "How could I not? In fact, I owe it to your brother, Geshu Chen, for playing matchmaker. Back when he sent people to kill me, it led me to encounter Night Ruler Qing in times of danger. Sharing life and death experiences, isn’t that just as intense as thunder striking the earth in passion?"

[An Ying: That’s all for today’s update, continue tomorrow. Who still has monthly tickets? I’m asking for monthly tickets, please help me climb the ranks, beg you~~]