Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 The New Eanperor

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221 The New

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Cheiron’s voice, ordinarily warn and ineasured, carried a bone-deep cold. The spiritual pressure of an SSS-class male flooded the corridor without warning, compressing the air until it felt solid. The soldiers legs buckled and they crashed to their knees on the metal floor, their guns clattering beside them.

Craig staggered back two steps, barely keeping upright against the wall, his face drained of all color,

Margaret shifted Norman’s weight against her hip and walked forward, stopping directly in front of Craig.

“Treason?” She let out a quiet laugh. “Lord Hall, you’d do well to watch your mouth before you level accusations you can’t back up. I took a little vacation on a barren planet. How exactly does that add up to treason?”

“You conspired with the black market and the Federation-” Craig forced the words out through clenched teeth.

“The Federation?” Margaret cut him off smoothly. “Funny you should mention that. I just spoke with the commander of the Federation’s First Fleet. Commander Iverson told me that if anyone in the Empire tries to frame me, he’d be happy to aim his main cannons at the Cabinet building. Lord Hall, would you like me to open a channel right now so you can settle this with him directly?”

The corridor went completely silent. Craig’s mottled face flushed a deep, furious red, and no sound came from his open mouth.

Margaret didn’t bother with him any further. She swept her gaze across every cabinet minister in that corridor.

“Her Majesty has already drafted her will.” She raised her voice, each word ringing clear. “Prince Norman will inherit the throne. Until Prince Norman comes of age, I will serve as his legal guardian and assume the position of Imperial Regent, exercising the highest authority of the Empire in his name.”

The corridor erupted.

“Ridiculous!” Craig roared, spittle flecking his lips. “A female of unknown origin, and you think you can interfere in Imperial affairs! This will is clearly a forgery!”

“A forgery?” Margaret set Norman down and took his small hand in hers.

Cheiron stepped forward at exactly the right moment and lifted his wrist. His Holo-bracelet projected a holographic document stamped with the Imperial seal. Layered across its surface were the Empire’s highest-grade encryption runes, rotating slowly in the air.

“This is a document of the highest classification, signed personally by Her Majesty,” Cheiron stated evenly. “Anyone who questions its authenticity is guilty of treason.”

Craig stared at the projection, his breathing ragged. They had schemed for so long. With Lesley on the verge of death, they’d been inches from gutting the throne of all its real power-and then Margaret had appeared out of nowhere,

Worse, this woman had the Hurst Group’s financial might at her back, the technology of Central Hospital and the Academy of Sciences in her hands, and the Federation fleet on her side.

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Margaret bent down unhurriedly and ran her fingers through Norman’s red hair. He was so well-behaved. not crying, not fussing, just tilting that delicate face up to look at her.

She straightened and faced the fuming politicians, her voice so calm it was infuriating. “So here are your options. You can kneel and pledge loyalty to your new emperor. Or you can take your families and get our of Prime Planet.”

She paused, then added, “The coronation ceremony will take place in one week. If any of you fail to attend, you’ll bear the consequences yourselves.”

Timothy let out a loud whistle from the side, clapping. “My Lady, that was magnificent!”

The cabinet ministers exchanged glances, none of them daring to step forward. The Empire’s winds had shifted. From this moment on, the balance of power had turned for good.

Margaret tightened her grip on Norman’s hand and turned toward Cheiron and Timothy. “Come on. Let’s take the new emperor home.”

The hovercar pulled away from Central Hospital in a smooth, quiet glide.

Norman sat beside Margaret, clutching a box of premium nutrient gummies that Timothy had shoved into his hands. He hadn’t eaten any of them. He just held the box carefully against his chest and stole glances at Margaret whenever he thought she wasn’t looking.

Timothy sat across from them, long legs crossed, his gaze drifting from Norman to Margaret and back again.

“My Lady, you’re really planning to raise this little one?” He pulled a face. “The Imperial mess is no small cleanup job. Those old men are definitely going to stir up trouble the second they get home.”

“We’ll deal with whatever comes,” Margaret leaned back against the seat and pressed her fingers to her temple,

Cheiron was at the wheel. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. He analyzed calmly, “The Cabinet’s military power is concentrated in the Third and Fifth Fleets. Baar’s forces are still on the border-they can’t reach Prime Planet quickly enough if things escalate, If the cabinet gets desperate, the real problem will be Prime Planet’s Royal Guards.”

Margaret opened her eyes. “Then we need control of the Royal Guards before the coronation.”

Timothy raised a hand. “That one’s easy. The Royal Guards commander has a gambling problem. He owes the Hurst Group’s underground casino a fortune. I’ll send someone to collect tomorrow. If he doesn’t play along, I’ll cut off his hand.”

Margaret shot him a look. Timothy acted like a clingy puppy most of the time, but the moment real business came up, his ruthless, cutthroat business instincts kicked right in.

“Not in front of the child,” she said sharply.

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