A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Sikong Yan said in a deep voice: "My dear ministers, please stand up." Seeing the ministers lose their composure due to the joy of the change of dynasty, Sikong Yan felt a complicated emotion in his heart. He raised his chin slightly and slowly swept his eyes over the crowd. His eyes were like a gentle spring breeze, gently brushing everyone's face.

He found it funny in his heart, and said softly: "My dear ministers, please tidy up your appearance, and the coronation ceremony will be held later!" His voice was gentle and firm, like the gurgling of water, soothing everyone's hearts.

The ministers then looked at other ministers. One minister pointed at Qi Ge Lao and laughed, "Oh, Qi Ge Lao, your pants are on the wrong way!" The minister's face was full of playful smiles, and his eyes narrowed into slits. Upon hearing this, Qi Ge Lao blushed, and hurriedly lowered his head to check his pants, and reached out to adjust them in a panic. His fingers fumbled around in a panic, as if looking for a lost direction. He coughed awkwardly, then looked up and looked at the prime minister up and down, his eyes fell on his shoes, and said, "Prime Minister, your shoes are on the wrong way!" Prime Minister Fan Cheng was stunned, and hurriedly looked down, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and subconsciously moved his feet. His feet rubbed lightly on the ground, as if trying to cover up his gaffe.

Lord Yu looked at Lord Cui, pointed at Lord Cui's coat, and said, "Lord Cui, your coat is not on properly!" Lord Yu's fingers were long and slender, gently waving in the air. Lord Cui looked down at himself, and quickly reached out to pull at his coat. His movements were hasty and flustered, as if he was chasing the passing time. Then he looked up at Lord Yu's head and smiled, "Lord Yu's hat is crooked!" Lord Yu quickly raised his hand to straighten his hat. His movements were careful, as if he was protecting a precious treasure.

Then there was a commotion and laughter in the Xianlong Palace. Some ministers were tidying up their clothes, pulling at the corners of their clothes and buttoning them in a hurry. Their fingers moved quickly on their clothes, as if they were playing a chaotic piece of music. Some were teasing each other, pointing and laughing. Their laughter echoed in the palace, like the cheerful chirping of birds, breaking the original solemnity. The originally solemn palace was now filled with a relaxed atmosphere. However, behind this commotion, everyone knew in their hearts that a new era was coming, and they would face new challenges and opportunities. The challenge was like a steep mountain, waiting for them to climb; the opportunity was like a bright star, waiting for them to capture.

The ministers began to adjust their clothes, and the scene was a bit flustered and funny. Qi Ge Lao blushed, and with trembling hands, he quickly turned over his pants that were worn inside out. Although his movements were a bit hasty, he was very careful, fearing that he would make any more mistakes. He was muttering to himself while adjusting his clothes, as if he was annoyed by his own gaffe. Prime Minister Fan Cheng squatted down and struggled to adjust his shoes that were worn inside out, with beads of sweat on his forehead. Lord Yu was in a hurry to straighten his crooked hat, and kept combing his hair with his hands, trying to make himself look more decent. Lord Cui pulled at his half-put-on shirt and buttoned it carefully, with a focused and nervous look.

Although their movements were different, they all revealed their awe and solemnity for the upcoming new dynasty, and they tried to show proper manners at this special moment. The palace was filled with tension and anticipation, as if playing a prelude to a new era.

Mingyang Palace was brightly lit tonight, as bright as day. The bright lights were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminating the entire palace as bright as day. The golden candlelight flickered, reflecting more than a hundred figures, shadowy and vague.

The palace music played slowly, and the silky melody floated in the air, as if telling the legend of the prosperous times. The grand Huadan began, and the air was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Outside the palace, the night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the palace, creating a layer of silvery white brilliance. The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the hot atmosphere in the palace.

The ministers were neatly dressed and lined up in two rows in an orderly manner. Their faces were solemn and their eyes were full of admiration. They all looked towards the entrance of the morning court hall, looking forward to it. Their eyes seemed to be burning with expectation and loyalty to the new emperor.

"The Emperor has arrived—" a long voice echoed in the palace. The voice echoed in the empty palace, with a kind of majesty and solemnity, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Sikong Yan, wearing a luxurious dragon robe and an imperial crown, walked slowly into the main hall with steady and majestic steps. Each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, demonstrating the dignity and majesty of the emperor.

The golden threads on the dragon robe shone in the candlelight, and the pearls on the imperial crown were dazzling. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if hiding endless wisdom and strategy.

Under the high nose bridge, thin lips were tightly pursed, with firm lines. His face was as handsome as a knife, with sharp edges and corners, and his skin was fair but masculine. His long black hair was neatly tied under the imperial crown, adding a bit of majesty and domineering.

As the palace music stopped, the new emperor ascended the throne, a position that symbolized supreme power. On the throne, the new emperor stood tall and straight, with a sharp gaze, overlooking the ministers below.

His eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if telling the world that he would lead the country towards a brighter future.

"The new emperor ascends the throne, and all the ministers pay homage--" the loud voice sounded again.

"Your Majesty, long live the emperor!" The ministers shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the palace for a long time. They knelt respectfully, bowing their heads deeply, expressing their loyalty and awe to the new emperor.

The atmosphere in the palace was solemn and dignified, and everyone's heart was filled with admiration for the new emperor and expectations for the future of the country.

Concubine Wan gently held Xiao Sizhe's hand and they walked into Huajing Palace together. This palace was exquisite and luxurious, with carved beams and painted buildings, and it was magnificent.

The vermilion pillars are carved with lifelike dragon and phoenix patterns, as if they can take off at any time; the golden glazed tiles sparkle brightly under the sunlight, like pieces of dazzling scales.

"The sealing ceremony will be held soon. Child, what kind of attire do you think is suitable for me to wear?" Concubine Wan tilted her head slightly and looked at Xiao Sizhe with expectation and temptation in her eyes.

Her voice was gentle and melodious, like a spring breeze, gently brushing past her ears. At this moment, Concubine Wan had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes revealed her longing for the upcoming ceremony of consecration.

Her slender fingers gently stroked her clothes, as if she was thinking about what kind of gorgeous clothes she should change into.