AWB Chapter 232 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 47
Chapter 232 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 47
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is September a year later. Jiuli carries a tray with memorials and steps firmly into Jianzhang Palace. Her brows are full of majesty, confidence and determination, the aura that can only be cultivated by power.
Walking into Jianzhang Palace, it was filled with smoke and chaos. Jiuli's eyes flashed coldly.
Emperor Cheng'an, who was leaning on a soft pillow, saw Jiuli, waved with a smile on his face, and his gesture became more casual.
"I'm here in Lin'an. The imperial teacher presented me with a golden pill that is said to prolong life. I feel much better after taking it." Those peach blossom eyes that could show deep affection even to dogs became even more charming.
However, the Imperial Master mentioned by Emperor Cheng’an quietly hid in the corner, begging His Highness not to see him!!!
Jiuli's face instantly turned gloomy when he heard this.
"Su Qin, the imperial teacher has instigated Your Majesty to commit suicide, and the palace maids in Jianzhang Palace have not thought of admonishing Your Majesty, so you are ordered to commit suicide!" The voice was cold and ruthless. Anyone who sees Emperor Cheng'an like this must die!
Su Qin looked at Emperor Cheng'an guiltily. His Highness had already taken control of the government, and he had to obey his orders now. Otherwise, the fate of the palace maids today would be the fate of Su Qin tomorrow.
"Yes." Su Qin responded helplessly.
Upon hearing that Jiuli Ci had committed suicide, Emperor Cheng'an laughed.
"Lin'an, do you think they dare to stop me from doing what I want to do?" In fact, Emperor Cheng'an knew very well that the so-called national teacher was just a charlatan, but the golden pill did have the effect of relieving pain, and he was in so much pain.
"Father, you should abdicate and let others take over." Her eyes were firm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
Emperor Cheng'an had a smile on his face and didn't care about Jiuli's words.
"Lin'an, please protect Daqin well." He stretched out his hand and patted the fallen leaves on Lin'an's shoulders, speaking earnestly.
He had long been unable to hold on. Emperor Cheng'an tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which he wiped away nonchalantly.
"Father will see the Great Qin Mountains and Rivers intact for thousands of years." Jiuli lowered his eyebrows, and when he raised his eyes, he was as strong as Emperor Cheng'an. "Prince Chen will follow father to the ancestral land."
Knowing that Emperor Cheng'an was concealing his physical condition, Jiuli pretended not to know and slowly left Jianzhang Palace. She only stood under the corridor, blinked, and returned to her usual appearance.
"Your Majesty?" Su Qin completed Jiuli's order and walked into the palace. When she looked up, she saw the shocking pool of black blood on Emperor Cheng'an's clothes. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her hands began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
"Su Qin?" Emperor Cheng'an raised his head with an effort and looked at the person in front of him. A hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
Although his consciousness was blurred, he still recognized the eunuch who had followed him since childhood. Shaking his heavy head, Emperor Cheng'an forced himself to say, "After I leave, you must protect Lin'an for me... ahem... assist her at all costs."
Before he could finish his words, he had another violent coughing fit, which made his face red and he could hardly breathe.
"Yes." Su Qin responded, suppressing his inner grief and sorrow. He knew that Emperor Cheng'an was dying, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
Over the years, he has been by the emperor's side and witnessed too many ups and downs. Now that Emperor Cheng'an is about to leave, he can't help feeling lost and helpless.
How could a new emperor use the old ministers of the previous emperor? Their fate would be nothing more than being buried alive with the emperor or keeping vigil for his majesty.
In Wuyou Palace, Jiuli stood quietly under a big tree beside the corridor, her eyes fixed on the ancestral land of the Great Qin in the distance.
There, the rich spiritual energy spreads continuously in all directions like a surging tide. Buried in the ancestral land, my father will surely be reborn.
"Your Highness." Chuyi appeared and stood behind Jiuli.
"What's the matter?" Jiuli didn't turn around, her tone was extremely cold, as if she was indifferent to everything.
She appeared calm on the surface, but actually she was also worried about the safety of His Majesty. However, anyone could panic, but she couldn't, because she was the future master of the Qin Dynasty.
"Your Majesty is in a very bad condition." Chuyi's voice was obviously trembling and choking, and he was obviously worried.
With Jianzhang Palace as the center, the entire imperial palace was hung with snow-white silk inside and out. Looking around, it seemed that there was only endless white between heaven and earth, with no other colors.
This solemn atmosphere made everyone present feel an indescribable depression.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is here to see you!" In the distance, a group of ministers saw Jiuli, wearing a black and gold dragon robe with a mysterious bird pattern, slowly approaching, and they hurriedly bowed to him.
Their eyes were filled with awe and expectation, because they knew very well that this young Crown Prince would become the master of Daqin and the helmsman of its future.
He walked past the crowd and quickly approached Emperor Cheng'an. The Emperor Cheng'an on the dragon bed had a somewhat erratic look in his eyes, but the next moment, his gaze became unusually firm.
"Lin'an is my beloved daughter. When she was first conferred the title, she was called Princess Yuanqing. Later, her title was changed to 'Yan'. When she followed me to the battlefield, she was strict with herself..."
Emperor Cheng'an chose his words slowly and clearly, and each word seemed to contain a tremendous force, enough for everyone inside and outside the hall to hear clearly.
"Now you should inherit the throne and shoulder the responsibility of the ancestral temple and the country. From now on, the Great Qin will be handed over to you!" Emperor Cheng'an just glanced at Zhu Yuanzhi indifferently and said nothing more.
Then he looked at Jingxing who was standing beside him, "Jingxing, after I am buried in my ancestral land, you will assist the new emperor wholeheartedly. As for the queen...just be your queen mother in the future."
"Don't worry, Dad." Jiuli responded without hesitation, with a resounding voice. There is still a long time to go, who can say for sure?
After hearing this satisfactory answer, Emperor Cheng'an once again glanced at the civil and military officials in the court. He felt that he had lived up to his ancestors, and the only regret he had was that he could not witness the Qin Empire becoming even more powerful and prosperous in the future.
"Your Majesty has passed away..." As these four words slowly came out of his mouth, it meant that the era of Emperor Cheng'an had come to an end. The future of the Qin Dynasty was completely in the hands of this overly young prince.
The cries were intermittent, expressing endless sorrow and grief. No one knew whether this sorrow and despair came from worrying about their own future or from sincere mourning for the deceased Majesty. And how many people were sincere?
On the ninth day of the ninth month in the seventeenth year of Cheng'an, Emperor Cheng'an passed away at the age of only thirty-seven, in the prime of his life.
The new emperor who inherited the throne was only seventeen years old, yet he had to face such a complicated and turbulent situation. Even His Highness, who already had a year of experience as regent, made the entire court worried, feeling that the road ahead was as bleak as the dark night.
"The country cannot be without a ruler for a day! I implore Your Highness the Crown Prince to ascend the throne in front of the late emperor's spirit!" Li Xian stood up first. His voice became hoarse due to grief and his tone was extremely solemn and dignified.
As soon as the words fell, all the civil and military officials in the court responded and knelt on the ground in unison. The voices spread from inside the hall to outside the hall: "Your Highness, we implore you to ascend the throne and become emperor!"
Zhu Yuanzhi's heart was shaken, her face filled with astonishment. Before his death, His Majesty asked her to be at ease as the Queen Mother. Did he already know?
She looked around blankly and found that there was no one she knew around except the four concubines and six concubines. At this moment, her father, elder brother and younger brothers were kneeling respectfully beside her to welcome the new emperor to the throne.
All the civil and military officials in the court repeatedly pleaded with His Highness to ascend the throne and become emperor. Jiuli symbolically declined twice, and finally decided to become emperor three months later.
The country's name remained unchanged and continued to be called "Cheng'an" to show recognition and respect for the achievements of the previous emperor.