——Yanguang, Fourth Year, April, Renzi day.
The sky appeared slightly overcast.
The wind howled, as if it were about to rain.
Chongde Hall.
Although it was not yet ti for the morning court, the atmosphere within the Imperial Palace was already extrely tense.
Yesterday, Yan Ji had assud the na of Empress Dowager presiding.
She issued an edict ordering Liu Yi to respect the late Emperor’s last wishes and ascend the throne in the court today.
Of course, she was naturally guarded.
Even though Gu Xi had done nothing last night, she was still extraordinarily cautious.
Yan Ji was already fully prepared, and if there was any change in the palace today, the Forbidden Army under her control could act directly.
If Gu Xi did not resist, so be it.
The general situation was already determined.
The direction of the ministers would imdiately shift.
Gu Xi could be gradually deposed, and it seed like a win either way.
Ti slowly passed...
The ministers arrived one after another, and Liu Shou and the others showed no changes in expression.
Instead, officials like Yang Zhen gathered outside the palace gates, waiting for Gu Xi to arrive.
"Gentlen,"
Yan Xian guarded the palace gates, coldly scanning the crowd, a scornful smile appearing on his face, "Why be so stubborn?"
"The late Emperor’s last will is here, everything is settled..."
"What is the point of such struggle?"
Deng Zhi coldly stared at Yan Xian, his eyes filled with murderous intent, just about to retort.
But at this mont, the clear sound of wheels rolling approached from afar.
The crowd instinctively turned to look.
A carriage slowly stopped in front of the palace gates.
The next mont, Gu Xi leisurely stepped out of the carriage, holding a precious sword in his hand.
Upon seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
Yan Xian’s brow furrowed instantly as he quickly stepped forward, sternly questioning:
"Grand Tutor, what is the aning of this? How can you carry a sword to court?"
Gu Xi’s expression was calm, his gaze as deep as an abyss as he looked at Yan Xian and coldly said:
"The late Emperor and Empress He Xi once granted the right to wear a sword to court, pay homage without naming, and attend court without haste."
"You stop today..."
Gu Xi’s tone grew colder: "I must ask, why can’t I carry a sword into court?"
In an instant, Yan Xian’s expression turned unpleasant.
He rembered this matter.
This was the reward given to Gu Xi after he traveled north to defeat the Southern Xiongnu and Xianbei rebels for the Han Dynasty, granted by Liu Hu and Deng Sui.
It wasn’t just this at the ti.
But Gu Xi had refused all of it.
All these years, he had never done this.
Now that he brought it up, everyone was reminded.
"Grand Tutor..."
Yan Xian frowned and shook his head: "Today is the day the new Emperor ascends the throne; isn’t your action inappropriate, Grand Tutor?"
His gaze grew sharper.
Yan Xian naturally couldn’t let Gu Xi enter with a sword.
Now, who in Luoyang didn’t know that Gu Xi was not rely a scholar capable of governing?
Whether during his northern expedition or subsequent peacekeeping.
Gu Xi had displayed remarkable Martial Arts.
Except he barely had the habit of personally leading troops into battle.
"What is inappropriate?"
Gu Xi chuckled lightly, then looked at Yang Zhen and the others and, regardless of Yan Xian’s reaction, said directly: "Why must you wait here?"
"If you’re unwilling to enter the palace, why not return to your estates?"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed.
They seed to have guessed sothing.
Gu Xi said no more, directly heading into the palace.
After hesitating for a mont, Yang Zhen and the others followed directly.
Yan Xian’s expression grew even worse.
He tightly stared at Gu Xi, his hands trembling slightly.
This was purely habitual fear.
Soone of Gu Xi’s status was never soone he could face alone.
Even though he considered himself brave.
Yet at such a mont, only fear remained.
Gu Xi walked into the palace just like that.
The atmosphere in the Imperial Palace was inexplicably heavy.
Yan Ji had ordered mourning lanterns and cloth to be hung everywhere.
In this circumstance, this so-called new sovereign’s enthronent seed inexplicably ridiculous.
Even when Emperor Shang Liu Long ascended the throne in the past.
It wasn’t this absurd.
Gu Xi first glanced around, then shook his head slightly and continued forward.
Yang Zhen, Deng Zhi, and others all followed behind Gu Xi.
Although Gu Xi said nothing.
But they seed to have sensed sothing, their expressions sowhat inexplicably serious.
This commotion was sowhat huge.
Everyone had already noticed Gu Xi.
Upon seeing the sword in Gu Xi’s hand, as if it touched so fragile nerve, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.
Sword to court?
The ministers rembered the reward given to Gu Xi by Liu Hu and Deng Sui in the past.
If it were in the past, no one would care.
But what was the purpose today?
Now, Luoyang’s military authority was entirely in the hands of the Empress!
Gu Xi’s so-called regent status.
Without military authority, it was sowhat too fragile.
But Gu Xi’s expression was completely calm.
He stepped into the palace expressionlessly, first looking at Liu Yi seated on the dragon throne, then at Yan Ji behind the curtain, his expression stern.
"Grand Tutor!"
"What are you doing!"
Before Gu Xi could speak, Yan Ji questioned first.
Everyone was closely watching Gu Xi.
Gu Xi was silent.
His gaze fixed on Yan Ji, he slowly raised the weapon in his hand and sternly declared: "In the past, Emperor Xiaohe entrusted the prince to , Gu Xi."
"Crown Prince Liu Bao is the legitimate heir to the throne!"
"Yan Ji forged the edict, disturbing the royal succession—do you intend to overthrow the Han Dynasty?"
Gu Xi’s voice bood like thunder, exploding in the entire hall.
Everyone’s expressions changed!
No one expected a wise person like Gu Xi to do sothing like this!
Questioning in public??
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