Cui Yuanhe was an important minister in the court, and he knew so things. Especially this ti when Li Qingmu went to rescue them, he learned about Qi Yun’s plan from those Silver Armored Soldiers, so he was extrely excited at this mont.
He was even trembling all over with excitent.
Qi Junlian looked at Li Qingmu and suddenly said, "Mr. Li, is your injury okay?"
Li Qingmu shook his head: "It’s nothing serious! Prince, the commotion here will soon be reported to the Golden Hall over there, so let’s hurry and move!"
"Alright!"
The Cold Palace was still quite a distance from the main hall, and since the ascension ceremony was being held at that mont, the news hadn’t reached there yet.
They had to take advantage of this ti gap to quickly lead people over to provide support.
Yes, support!
At this mont, Qi Yun must have already sent soone to act.
...
"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!"
On the ninety-nine steps, Qi Junji was excitedly stepping on this long staircase, his heart infinitely exhilarated!
He looked up at the resplendent and magnificent main hall ahead, took a deep breath, and stepped in with a steady pace.
From this mont on, he was the Emperor of Dazhou!
He had really been waiting for a long ti, a full thirty years, ever since he was made Crown Prince, he had always dreamt of one day ascending to the Golden Throne Palace and sitting on that Golden Dragon Chair.
However, in front of him, there was always a mountain blocking his way, with him there, he could never beco the supre ruler.
That was his father, but at the sa ti, he was also his stumbling block.
He was a prince, a son, and shouldn’t have such thoughts, but people change. When one is always in the center of power, gradually, there is less familial affection between father and son, and less of the warmth that ordinary people have.
For royal power, throughout the ages, how many plays of father-son conflicts and fratricidal slaughters have been perford? He was rely following the process to ascend the throne, what’s there to feel guilty about? He wasn’t the one who killed!
Just like that, Qi Junji stepped into the Golden Hall one step at a ti.
"Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live!"
Wherever Qi Junji passed, palace maids and eunuchs all knelt and shouted.
Feeling the whistling voices around him, Qi Junji felt like he was floating, as if he was going to fly up to the sky.
Finally arriving before the Dragon Throne, Qi Junji suddenly turned around, behind him knelt a ground full of ministers.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations on ascending to the grand throne!"
The voices were uniform and resounded through the clouds!
"Good, good, everyone rise..."
Qi Junji extended his hands to let the ministers rise.
Just as the grand ceremony was about to officially end, suddenly, a loud laugh rang out from one side of the Golden Hall.
"Hahaha, Ji’er, I’m not dead yet, why are you thinking of ascending the throne?"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if the entire main hall had frozen in ti and space, everyone stood still in place, and their necks turned, producing a "crack" sound.
On one side of the Golden Hall, Qi Yun dressed in a Dragon Robe slowly walked out from behind the screen.
His eyes were as piercing as electricity, looking energetic, with both hands clasped behind his back, he walked with the stride of a dragon and tiger.
This...
This was clearly not dead, but alive, and living very well!
The ministers in the hall, so were ecstatic, so were shocked, and so had eyes flashing with a cold light, all staring at him.
Qi Junji’s mind was a storm of confusion, his expression as if seeing a ghost at the appearance of Qi Yun, feeling like he was dreaming.
Fa...Father Emperor, wasn’t actually dead?
How, how is this possible?
A surge of icy coldness rushed up from the soles of his feet, instantly reaching the top of his head, and Qi Junji staggered, nearly unable to stand steady.
Due to extre fear and dread, he gulped, unable to find his own voice.
"Fa...Father Emperor, weren’t you killed by those rebels?"
Qi Junji spoke, subconsciously kneeling down.
Actually, at this mont, Qi Junji shouldn’t have kneeled, one should either proceed boldly or not advance at all, since he already decided to rebel, he should have gone forward without hesitation, now seeing the Emperor co, what kind of behavior is kneeling?
Not far away, Pang Wenzheng saw the sudden appearance of Qi Yun, his face also changed, and he even felt a blackness before his eyes, the world spinning!
Everything was planned perfectly, how could this happen?
The Qi Yun before was also verified personally, it was confird that he was dead, how did he suddenly beco alive again in the blink of an eye?
Suddenly, Pang Wenzheng realized that a major issue had occurred!
The assassination plot they thought was flawless turned out to be a joke!
But, how did he escape from the hands of those Black Armored People at that ti?
There was no ti to think about this in detail, the situation is extrely urgent now.
If Qi Yun isn’t dead, then he is sure to counterattack!
Just as Pang Wenzheng was constantly thinking about how to respond, over there, Qi Yun sneered repeatedly: "Rebel army? My son, you are truly naïve! How could re rebels kill ? If not for wanting to be killed by them, who could kill ? I am the Emperor!"
Each shout was deafening, shaking everyone’s spirits!
"Hmph, you say you’re the late Emperor? Who can prove it?"
While Qi Junji was in panic, Pang Wenzheng suddenly stood up and questioned.
He glanced disdainfully at Qi Junji, this useless person, indeed seems only fit to be a puppet, without even this bit of spirit; what talk of governing the country and pacifying the world?
Since the new Emperor is incompetent, it can only be him, the strategist, to step forward.
On the Golden Hall, Pang Wenzheng had quite a few allies, as soon as he questioned, soone imdiately followed up.
"Indeed, that day we personally saw the late Emperor being killed, his head was directly chopped off, and blood flowed like a river, how could he possibly co back to life?"
Saying that the Emperor’s head was chopped off, such words shouldn’t be spoken, otherwise, it would be a great disrespect.
However, the other side still said it, indicating that this official didn’t hold much reverence for Qi Yun at all.
Qi Yun looked at the official with a cold face and smiled: "Oh? You personally saw being killed? Very good, very good, this ans you were among those who attempted to assassinate that day, co, take this person down!"
"Hmph, you have quite the nerve to impersonate the late Emperor, why are you all standing there? Hurry up and take this person down!"
This official truly had a bold nerve, daring to say he would take Qi Yun down?
This person is more than just discourteous, he is truly audacious!
Many of the guards around were actually fence-sitters; previously, when Qi Yun was dead, they pledged allegiance to the Crown Prince Qi Junji, but now that Qi Yun was alive, so guards were wavering.
"Military orders are like mountains, you are the army, do you intend to defy military orders?"
Pang Wenzheng turned around and coldly spoke to those guards.
The reason they dared to rise was that they had already controlled part of the military, coupled with those who were already loyal to the Crown Prince, nearly half of the palace’s military power was in their hands.
So as soon as the official’s words fell, so guards imdiately rushed up to take down Qi Yun.
Audaciously, these people are truly audacious!
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