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Voting Day.
Nine Golden Stone Gates.
The expressionless Six Jia Divine Soldiers converged, maintaining the order of the queues, and also bearing the heavy responsibility of counting votes.
"Emperor… Your Majesty…"
Yang Fei, mingling within the ranks, fondled a silver token in his bosom, his heart swelled with indescribable complexity.
The silver token was delicately made, its surface bearing patterns akin to snowflakes, clearly of fine snowflake silver, and weighed about one tael.
Even among the homes of Capital City residents, it represented a sizable income.
This showed that the Imperial Court had spent at least a million taels of silver for this referendum!
The queue moved slowly forward, like a dragon snaking its way.
Yang Fei saw some elderly on the roadside, agonizing, or loudly exclaiming, "Demon Path wreaks havoc upon the nation, how can you not rise in revolt?"
"The Founding Grand Emperor languishes in prison, and we are powerless, powerless indeed..."