Amid such calls, Yu Wenquan stepped out from the side hall, one step at a ti.
However, as he passed by Shang Ruyi’s side, his pace slightly paused, his gaze fell softly, and lingered for a mont. Shang Ruyi even clearly felt him take a deep breath, then exhale heavily.
Just unsure whether, in those two breaths, he was looking at Yu Wenye, or at herself.
But, as he lifted his foot to move forward again, he left behind a faint sentence, with indiscernible joy or anger—
"Very good."
...
After that, things beca sowhat chaotic for Shang Ruyi.
She only rembered that the crowd surrounded Yu Wenquan, walking from the side hall back to the Taiji Palace. Although it was just a few short steps away, the people around were too many, the noise too loud, and she felt like she was sinking into a primordial chaos, to the point her steps faltered.
Until a hot and powerful hand took hold of her.
Being led, she slowly walked back into the Taiji Palace, watching the civil and military ministers divide themselves into two lines, standing side by side in the hall. Yu Wenquan then took step by step onto the Heavenly Terrace, until the eunuch who had served beside Chu Chengfei presented a bright yellow Dragon Robe, unfolded it with a shake, causing a gust of wind to sweep through the Taiji Palace, startling everyone.
Then, that Dragon Robe was draped upon Yu Wenquan.
He walked to the throne, placing both hands on the armrests of the Dragon Chair, and slowly sat down.
At that mont, the land was shaken!
Soon after, a docunt was presented, and it was unclear when it was prepared, but Shang Ruyi clearly felt it seed to have just been taken from the side hall, as the ink stains weren’t even dry.
Such an edict should naturally be read by a eunuch.
However, Eunuch Yu was still stationed beside Empress Dowager Jiang under the hall. Though Yu Wenquan glanced down at him, Eunuch Yu lowered his head, showing a guilty expression, unwilling to step forward.
Evidently, at this last mont, he chose to guard his old master.
Even if—already at a crossroad.
And the eunuch who had just offered the Dragon Robe to Yu Wenquan also retreated to the side, unable to advance. At this mont, Yu Dingxing stepped forward, taking the docunt with both hands.
It seed he intended to claim this "credit."
However, after this Yanzuo Square plague managent, everyone in the court understood his relationship with the Heir of Duke Sheng, and hence, more understood his relationship with Duke Sheng. At this mont, claiming such a minor credit was nothing to him.
Moreover—
On that docunt, there were things he had eagerly awaited day and night.
Yet, for so reason, upon seeing Yu Dingxing take the docunt, eyes blood-red with excitent as he unfolded it, Yu Wenqian seed to sense sothing, turning his head again to look at the ever-calm and ripple-free eyed Yu Wenye standing not far away.
His brows slightly knitted.
As if an inexplicable, unsettling emotion surged in his heart.
But all this only happened in a flash, and everyone else paid no heed to this slight change, their eyes fixed intensely on the hall as Yu Dingxing unfolded the docunt with joy, announcing: "Yu Wen family, receiving the Mandate of Heaven above, and the approval of the people below, ascends to the Emperor’s throne, changes the country na to Sheng, establishes the capital at Daxing, renad Chang An; all other officials continue from the previous dynasty, each with their own titles..."
Reading to this point, he beca a bit hurried, even quickening his pace, with a few sentences blurred in passing, leaving Shang Ruyi a bit dazed, unable to catch them clearly.
She only felt the person’s breath beside her calming.
Finally, the edict reached the end.
"Yu Wencheng, appointed as King Qi, commands a hundred thousand troops, stationed at the Dragon Raising Land, further rewards upon success; Heavenly Strategy General Yu Wenye, appointed as King Qin, commands two hundred thousand troops, to guard the Capital Chang An; Heir Yu Wenqian—"
Upon reaching this point, his voice suddenly froze.
Involuntarily, Shang Ruyi looked up, only to see Yu Dingxing’s eyes widen in disbelief, repeatedly confirming, then turning to look at Yu Wenquan sitting on the Dragon Chair, his expression grave, eyes even more complex.
Yu Wenquan slowly placed both hands upon the Dragon Desk, his broad fingers gripped the table’s edge in an unusual state, as if restraining sothing, as if hinting sothing, his gaze moving from beneath the hall, calmly yet warmly to the Empress Dowager Jiang, slowly shifting to his once proud, and even now, still not to be underestimated, second son, Yu Wenye.
In his heart, more clear, indeed, not to be underestimated.
The hall, even due to this exchange of glances, had a montary silence.
Even making everyone slightly breathless.
But, it couldn’t stop.
Only to see Yu Dingxing’s face pale, ominously shadowed between his brows, after several struggles, he could only take a deep breath and continue: "Appointed as Han King!"
"..."
"For his ritorious service in plague managent, granted to open a mansion and establish an office!"
"...!"
At these words, the entire Taiji Palace imdiately erupted into an uncontrollable gasp.
All eyes were focused on Yu Wenqian.
And on that consistently composed, seemingly all-knowing peerless face, at this mont, finally erged a trace of astonishnt. When he turned to Yu Wenye once more, the surprise in his gaze was completely unhidden.
Further, a streak of cold light flashed across those clear eyes.
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