Three days later, Circular Mound Temple of Heaven.

The sun rises in the east, and the rays of light cover the entire Temple of Heaven in golden light.

On the towering altar, incense smoke curls up, drums and music sound, creating a solemn and dignified scene.

Civil and military officials dressed in court robes stood on both sides, silent and gazing intently at the figure of the new emperor in the center of the altar.

Today, Li Chengfeng wore a black dragon robe and a crown with twelve tassels on his head, which made him look more majestic and domineering.

The breeze blew by, and the clothes rustled, as if a dormant dragon was about to soar into the sky.

As the head of all officials, Song Zelin stood on the left, commanding the civil officials with a solemn expression.

He Shengze led the generals and stood on the right, his eyes wide open, looking intimidating without even being angry.

Li Chengfeng slowly walked to the center of the altar with a solemn expression.

He personally placed the offerings into the incense burner, lit the sandalwood, and muttered something.

This sacrificial text is not an ordinary prayer, but was rewritten by Li Chengfeng based on his memories of his previous life and combined with the culture of this world.

It shows respect for the gods of heaven and earth, prayers for the country and the people, and wishes for their well-being.

After the sacrifice, Li Chengfeng turned to face the officials and spoke loudly: "I ascend the throne today and change the era name to 'Chengping', which means to accept the mandate of heaven and bring peace to the world!"

As soon as the words fell, the drums and music started playing again, and all the officials shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor!"

The sound was earth-shaking and resounding through the clouds, as if it was going to overturn the Temple of Heaven.

Afterwards, Li Chengfeng, surrounded by the crowd, went to the Golden Palace.

The hall is magnificent and majestic.

All the officials came forward one after another, performed the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows, and shouted "Long live the emperor".

After a long time, the ceremony was over.

Li Chengfeng was wearing imperial robes and sitting upright on the dragon throne.

"My dear Song." Li Chengfeng rubbed the back of his neck which was a little sore, sighed, and looked at Song Zelin.

"Read the imperial edict."

"As you wish!" Song Zelin held the imperial edict in his hand, coughed twice, and held his head high and chest out.

The content of the edict was written by him personally, under the instruction of Li Chengfeng.

It's nothing more than announcing to the world, working hard, and changing the owner!

After a while, the imperial edict was read out, and all the officials shouted "Long live the emperor" again, shaking the palace.

Li Chengfeng sat on the dragon throne, looking down at the sea of heads below, feeling a mixture of emotions.

Back then, he was a useless prince who was laughed at and ridiculed by others, but now he has become the supreme ruler of the Dagan Dynasty.

The transformation is huge.

"My dear ministers," Li Chengfeng said slowly, "I know that some of you harbor doubts, or even dissatisfaction, about my ascension to the throne."

"I can understand your feelings. After all, my background is indeed not as noble as the prince's."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall was suddenly silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear of angering the new emperor.

This kind of bloodline hierarchy...can it really be discussed?

"But," Li Chengfeng said, his tone becoming sharper. "What I want to tell you is that my ability far surpasses that of the Crown Prince!"

"I will prove to you with my actions that I am the most suitable heir to the Dagan Dynasty!"

"I will lead the Dagan Dynasty to prosperity and let the people of Dagan live a peaceful and happy life!"

"I will do what I say!"

Li Chengfeng almost roared out the last four words, his voice full of power and shocking.

The hall was completely silent, and no one dared to raise any objection.

Li Chengfeng's sharp eyes swept across the entire audience, taking in everyone's reactions.

He certainly knew what these old foxes were thinking. They simply harbored grudges against him, the emperor who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere...

"Why? My dear ministers, do you have any doubts about what I said?"

Li Chengfeng raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Your Highness dare not!"

All the officials knelt down on the ground and shouted "Long live the emperor".

What a joke. When a new emperor ascends the throne, it is time to establish his prestige. Who dares to offend him at this time?

"Hmph!" Li Chengfeng snorted coldly. He was not surprised by these people's performance.

"In that case, then retreat—"

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Li Chengfeng was about to announce the adjournment of the court, a loud voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young official wearing a green official robe and a black gauze hat walking out of the queue.

He walked to the center of the hall and knelt down without hesitation.

With a loud "plop" sound!

Then, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he reached out and took off his black gauze hat, placed it in front of him, and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I am Zhang Huaian, the editor of the Hanlin Academy. I have a memorial to submit. I beg for your approval!"

Li Chengfeng frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the black hat, and a hint of uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Master Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Yeah, why can't you just talk it out calmly? Why do you have to make such a fuss?"

"Get up, get up!"

Seeing this, the officials around him changed their expressions drastically and stepped forward one after another, trying to pull Zhang Huaian up.

These days, there is only one possibility for anyone who dares to take off his official hat in the Golden Palace - death for his remonstration!

The new emperor is just about to establish his authority. If he were to die now to make a protest, wouldn't that be courting death?

However, Zhang Huaian seemed to be determined and knelt on the ground without moving. No matter how others tried to persuade him, he refused to get up.

"Who is this Zhang Huaian?"

Li Chengfeng frowned, his expression grim.

His predecessor was uneducated and unskilled, and he searched his memory but could not find the purpose of this advice...

Song Zelin took a few steps forward, leaned over to Li Chengfeng's ear, and lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, in the last years of the late Emperor's reign, in order to curb the manipulation of government by powerful officials, he created the position of Censor. This position was held by upright individuals from humble backgrounds within the Hanlin Academy. They were not subject to the jurisdiction of any official and could impeach any official, including the Prime Minister, and even... even..."

As Song Zelin finished speaking, his voice became softer and softer, as if he was a little hesitant.

"Even I, the emperor, can be impeached, right?" Li Chengfeng took over the conversation, his tone calm, and no emotion could be heard.

"This... I dare not speak rashly, and there has never been such a precedent..." Song Zelin nodded slightly, knelt on the ground, and did not dare to say another word.

Li Chengfeng ignored him and turned his gaze to Zhang Huaian, who was kneeling in the center of the hall. He said calmly, "Lord Zhang, since you are willing to die in protest, you must have something important to report."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Huaian kowtowed heavily and raised his neck.

"I want to impeach the current Zhenbei Marquis, He Sheng!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Golden Palace fell silent.

Everyone stared at Zhang Huaian in amazement, as if they were looking at a madman.