Two beaten roosters hung their heads and bowed respectfully before Gao Liang. Everyone else knelt, except Yu Di. Yu Di had originally intended to kneel, but Gao Liang held her back and opened another box—inside was a phoenix crown. It was the crown of a French royal queen, and Yu Di was utterly amazed. Gao Liang personally placed the crown upon his beloved wife, and Yu Di felt an overwhelming sense of joy. "Hurry! Bow deeply and with reverence to our noble king and queen!" With a single command from the French president, the entire crowd fell to their knees, chanting, "Our king! Our queen! We have witnessed Napoleon return once again to France, to our world!" Yu Di was now hailed as queen, watching as Gao Liang was also crowned by the French president. Together, they were a perfect match. The unparalleled honor brought Yu Di a profound sense of transformation—like a sparrow becoming a phoenix. With Gao Liang by her side, she truly enjoyed an endless life of splendor and prosperity, a life of endless luxury and happiness as a wife. The butterfly truly couldn't have imagined that being your wife would be so wonderful! Indeed, if given a thousand chances, I would still choose to be your wife—over and over again, a thousand times, ten thousand times. Gao Liang was dignified and did not judge Rex or Elise, knowing that only impartiality mattered. Indeed, the French president presented a video to the public. On the massive electronic screen, every scheme of Rex and Elise—scattering iron filings, flinging makeup powder, tossing their wands—was magnified and displayed. The crowd surged in disapproval, turning against them. The French Sports Committee immediately revoked their national elite athlete status and sentenced them to criminal liability for personal malice, imposing a severe penalty—both served three years in prison. They received the justice they deserved. A satisfying resolution—yet the story is far from over. Highlight and Princess Yudi, honored as king and queen, were carried by the crowd in an open-top vehicle, passing grandly through the streets of Paris, through the Arc de Triomphe, and directly into the Palace of Versailles—the royal residence of the French monarchy. When Gao Liang and Yu Di entered the Palace of Versailles amid the crowd's cheers, Gao Liang didn't notice the two beautiful women, as he was now being tightly held by Yu Di's graceful hands—Yu Di had grown quite clever indeed. "This man is mine. No woman outside shall dare to take him from my side." Gao Liang also found Yu Di wearing the crown to be exceptionally elegant. Good heavens, how much more beautiful his fourth consort had become! Recently, he had grown deeply enchanted with this young beauty, even forgetting about his other wives. Clearly, there was something truly captivating about this young woman that drew in his beloved, Gao Liang. Tonight, he would treat her to a special evening. Gao Liang felt a stirring in his heart just at the sight of her curvaceous figure. He paid little attention to the two women who had been brought in, only saying to them, "If you have nothing to do here, please go." "Hmph! You've suddenly taken a special interest in your younger sister, and you've completely forgotten me!" "Highlight, I'm here to say goodbye! I'm leaving for the U.S. tomorrow!" Upon hearing this, Wow! How familiar that voice sounded. Immediately, Highlight personally unfolded the embroidered cloth. There stood Madame Dong Jiao, the second wife, and Madame Zhang Yупing, the first wife. They wore the elegant attire of French court ladies, perfectly tailored. Highlight was delighted beyond words—haha! With two wives by his side, it truly felt overwhelming. Yet, Highlight wouldn't let Madame Zhang Yупing leave him right away, nor would he let Madame Dong Jiao keep frowning so persistently. Women needed men to comfort them. Highlight was a thoughtful man. As his family of wives grew, though he couldn't attend to every one personally, he made sure each wife felt satisfied. Highlight said nothing, but instead made a charming gesture toward Madame Zhang Yупing, Madame Dong Jiao, and Lady Yudie, saying, "Come with me—there's something special in store!" Then, he walked off toward the heart of the Versailles palace. "Wait a minute! What could it be?" "Three wives felt a sense of curiosity, as they understood that today's remarkable achievement—climbing the tower ladder to win a mysterious prize—was truly extraordinary, and they wondered what kind of surprise their husband had in store." "Who reaches me first will receive a special reward!" A particularly compelling voice echoed, and the three wives excitedly shouted, "Quick! Let's catch our husband! You go ahead, I'll be on the right, and she on the left!" The three beautiful wives rushed after their husband. High-light chuckled and gave a graceful stride—then vanished. Hmm! What a strange thing! They had clearly seen him just a moment ago—where is he now? The three wives carefully searched for High-light throughout the imperial palace, but after a long time, they couldn't find him at all. Ah! They were so afraid! The palace was so vast—every step only deepened their sense of fear. The three women noticed that there was a section of the palace that seemed to have never been visited before. Yet, when they tried to return, they suddenly couldn't find their way back. "We've entered a maze!" Dong Jiao had studied French history and thus had a certain understanding of the Palace of Versailles. "Oh! This looks like the room where Napoleon once lived!" Zhang Yuping boldly speculated. "Wow! Sisters! Come over and take a look! There's a painting of Napoleon—no, actually, there's also a portrait of his wife, Joséphine! Their joint portrait!" Yudi, with keen eyesight, immediately spotted the large oil painting on the wall. The three women were deeply enchanted by the affectionate expressions of Napoleon and Joséphine. "Husband! Husband! Where are you?" They all kept thinking of the same person. But there was no reply. They continued walking deeper into the palace. Eventually, they reached the Wanchun Garden, where Napoleon and his wives and consorts resided. As they admired the frescoes depicting nude women, the three women felt a little flushed. Dong Jiao, fluent in French, read aloud from one of the inscriptions: "To enter this Wanchun Garden, one must remove all clothing, immerse oneself in the sacred water for baptism, and then climb the Wanchun Platform, awaiting the gracious favor of the noble king." "What should we do? Let's go back!" Dong Jiao, Yu Di, and Zhang Yu Ping spoke at the same time. As they stepped backward, they noticed something falling from the ceiling of the imperial palace—a massive stone crashing down.