fake prince

Chapter 1389 Conferring Emperorship on Fuer

It was getting dawn and the sky was getting clearer.

The grandson, who had been fighting all night, was still in high spirits. He only got close to the queen's palace and got off the chengyu. He only ordered the chengyu to follow him and walked to see the queen.

Around the rockery and across the small bridge with white marble balustrades, there is a small hall with a gold plaque inscribed with the inscription "Wish for Good Luck".

Surrounded by green water, luxuriant flowers and trees, including green pines and bamboos, it is quiet and elegant.

This is the most peaceful place in Changle Palace.

When they arrived, they saw the grandson coming in. The maids and chamberlains knelt down together. The grandson arrived in front of the palace in silence. He looked up and saw that only a few feet to the north was the vermilion palace wall, covered with gold tiles and bathed in the sun. , especially majestic and majestic.

Surrounded by clouds of soldiers, they lined up in layers, making the young man look heroic.

This is what the Queen saw before her eyes.

After entering the hall, I saw that even though the curtains on the left and right sides were lowered, they were still unable to withstand the wind blowing in from all directions.

The queen was almost silent, but her eyes were red. The entry of the grandson did not cause any disturbance to her. She just raised her hand and said quietly: "The grandson, you are here."

"Your Majesty, Sun Chen has lived up to your trust." As soon as Su Ziji entered the door, he pulled up his robe and knelt down, choking with sobs: "Emperor Daxing was killed by King Qi. Your Majesty issued the edict, which is really kind and profound. Sun Chen kowtowed to the ground. The feeling is indescribable.”

The queen did not speak, and there was silence in the palace, but the grandson said: "The posthumous name and temple name of Emperor Daxing must be determined, and we must ask the empress for instructions. More importantly, Sun Chen should inherit the father's name when he inherits the throne. Please ask the empress for instructions." , what should be done with the title of Emperor Father!"

Having said this, the grandson couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't control his grief. Even the queen couldn't help but look shaken, and finally said: "You want to give Fu'er the title of emperor?"

"It is natural and right for me to succeed my father as king, and my father's legacy is inherited by my son. How can I not be named emperor?"

Her eyes immediately turned red and filled with tears. The queen took a deep look and was silent for a long time. Her expression was completely different before she spoke.

"I thought there would be many twists and turns, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It's like God helped me... But now, I can't slack off yet."

Speaking of this, the queen was thinking that the dragon she saw that night would have to be sacrificed again and again... But even though she deliberately changed her mind, the bitterness still rose up in her throat, with a bit of fishy sweetness, so she covered her mouth with gauze. , did not show it to him.

"The emperor is in great power, but the court has no master. You are the grandson, and you have just ascended the throne to satisfy the people of the people!"

"Don't hesitate...for fear of things changing!" The queen looked at him and warned solemnly: "As my grandson, your time is too short and far less than the other kings. Now even though the King of Qi is dead, the remnants of evil still exist, and the King of Shu is still here. The mansion has a reputation far and wide, so we need to pay attention to it.”

"There are demons and disasters nearby, gods appearing in the distance, and enemy countries watching on the side... all of them are troublesome and should not be underestimated!"

The worried look couldn't help but show up, and the queen couldn't help but murmur: "You are too young. The whole country is waiting for the eldest king. King Qi is dead, and King Shu is really a formidable enemy."

Moreover, although the grandson is smart and decisive, his temperament is still undecided at a young age... Can he really bear the burden of the country?

She thought about it again and again, but she could only talk about it later.

"Please take charge of everything." Su Ziji was not worried about the King of Shu or the Prince of Ninghe County. Some things may seem serious to some and light to others.

In terms of political strategy alone, level 18 can be said to be invincible, with the same strength and all kinds of limitations.

But talent is not a god, it still needs strength to cooperate. But once the country is obtained, the divine weapon is in hand, and the so-called divine form is wonderful, there is no reason to let the power go to the side.

No matter the people, officials, scholars, etc., they will never be able to stand up.

Queen, after all, her talents are limited.

"Have you got the Emperor's Six Seals?" This is what the Queen is most concerned about.

"Take them all with you." Su Ziji answered calmly.

"What about...the emperor...?" She paused and asked in a calm tone.

"The emperor wrote the edict, which was put into a coffin and resting in the Wenhua Hall."

The queen nodded slightly and thought about it.

"Everywhere is still in chaos, especially the palace. It's not easy to clean up, and there's not enough time."

"It's better to keep everything simple and gather all the officials, and you can take over the throne in the mourning hall!" "As for the posthumous title of Emperor Daxing and the imperial title of your father, the Ai family has nothing to say, and you have to discuss it with the court!"

"Yes, I will obey the imperial decree!" Su Ziji felt relieved, but he still said the same words, and to this day, no one can turn around.

But if you can't turn it over, it depends on the situation.

The emperor is a role model for all people, and he is not willing to be too drastic.

That's a common idea.

With the cooperation of the queen, the biggest obstacle can be reduced.

Not to mention Su Ziji's thoughts.

"Fu'er was named emperor." The queen thought for a moment and felt more at ease. She put down the handkerchief and smiled when she saw her grandson.

"Concubine Wu already knows about the matter between you and Xinping, but she doesn't know about it yet. It's because I don't have the heart to tell her... but I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it for long, so comfort her."

"Xinping has also made arrangements early. Before she shows her pregnancy, she should quickly change her name and make her a concubine. It will be bad if it is too late."

Show your love, what show your love?

We are innocent... How come we have it?

Su Ziji's eyes widened and he looked at the queen in surprise.

"Empress, Xinping... what did you say?"

"You kid, what can you say at this time? Of course it's your business." The Queen looked at him angrily: "If Xinping hadn't been pregnant, how could Concubine Wu be so easy to persuade?"

"You guys, when exactly was it? You even hid it from me, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Su Ziji couldn't listen to what was going on... Princess Xinping, what have you done?

There was no one in front of the majestic and gorgeous palace, and there were footsteps scattered in the distance.

After crossing the vermilion threshold, the breeze blew in his face. Su Ziji looked up and saw azure blue, white clouds like cotton, indescribable clarity.

Stepping down the long steps, the wooden clogs tapped lightly on the floor tiles, and the thousand-layer wooden teeth were nailed on the damp brick surface, making each step steady.

Against the vermilion palace walls, weeping willows, and in the mist of water vapor, a girl with high buns, as graceful as a queen, stood quietly in front of the door holding an umbrella, weeping silently.

"You came."

She just smiled and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"I thought I couldn't see you!"

Su Ziji, who was wearing a royal robe, looked at her with bright eyes in front of him: "I made you pregnant."

Caressing her messy hair, Su Ziji lowered his head again, raised his sleeves, and wiped the tears from her face.

Unexpectedly, the more I wiped, the more I rubbed. Su Ziji was startled, but he heard the vague voice of the girl in his arms.

"I couldn't sleep all night, and I had nightmares. I dreamed of the study... The demons came to kill me. My father is dead. I looked for you, but I couldn't find you. Without you..."

Gently tying up the scattered hair on Buhui's forehead, Su Ziji moved lightly.

Like a dragonfly touching water, he pecked her smooth forehead, then hugged her tightly, leaning against her, feeling each other's heartbeats.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I've always been here... Those are all counter-dreams. They don't count." Su Ziji gently patted her delicate back and felt her sobbing softly in his arms.

Without her, she would have died that night.

Obscurity.

(End of this chapter)