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Ling Ping'an picked up his chopsticks and picked up the food casually.

As expected, the taste was very ordinary.

This was the state banquet, but what about the taste?

The people who came here were not here for the taste.

As long as he raised his head slightly, he could see the expressions of the emperors sitting on the throne on the second floor projected on the LCD screen.

The Little Emperor was the only Stranger Ling Ping'an could remember.

He couldn't help it. He had watched him grow up since he was young.

He was the real younger brother of the nation!

However, when he watched the live broadcast of the young emperor sitting on the dragon throne trembling in panic, he had finally grown up.

There was a small mustache on his lips.

He should be eighteen years old by now, right?

The Little Emperor's voice was also heard through the loudspeaker.