The sight of him covered in red blood, and that ambiguous smile, made them submit from the bottom of their hearts.

Oppression and submission that come from the very core of one's being.

Moreover, without a master, they might have died in that battle as well.

At that time, their master was only eighteen years old, going to the battlefield for the first time...

To the emperor, his master is a god of war; to the enemy, his master is a god of slaughter.

Today's position is earned through hard work and struggle. How could I possibly give up all my years of effort just because of that little emperor?

"Tell me, what does the master intend to do by having Yi Er deliver the people from the Dark Pavilion to the young emperor?"

Yi Yi pursed her lips, her face expressionless. "I don't know."

Sometimes it's easy to guess what your master is thinking, but sometimes they just can't guess it no matter how hard they try. They only know when their master does something or tells them something.

One cannot guess what one's master is thinking to his face; one can only guess in one's mind.

The next morning, after changing her clothes, Murong Jin was pushed away from the mansion by Yi Er.

Attending court.

This was the first time in many years that she had seriously dressed in her own clothes to attend court.

Looking at the four-clawed golden dragon embroidered on her robe, Murong Jin thought for a moment, "Why don't I take the throne and sit on it for a while?"

However, by then she would probably have earned the reputation of a traitor, and her father would definitely kill her himself.

After all, from childhood, what that old man taught her was loyalty to the emperor and love for her country.

She is definitely patriotic, but as for the emperor, it depends on how loyal she is.

She was not loyal to the tyrannical ruler.

Although the late emperor was somewhat incompetent, he still put the people first, which she could not deny. It was the chaos in the harem that led to his children fighting for power and status, ultimately resulting in a lose-lose situation.

Because the Ninth Prince was not favored, he did not participate much in the struggle for the throne. The Fifth Prince was in a coma due to the fratricidal conflict.

For the sake of the emperor's bloodline, it was only natural that the ninth prince ascended the throne.

Upon arriving at the capital, Yi Er pushed him inside, where they naturally encountered many civil and military officials. They would greet her upon seeing her, then stand behind her, following silently.

This led to an increasing number of people joining, all of whom were led by Murong Jin.

As Prime Minister Ming looked at the rows of trees, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This scene looks like the regent leading his ministers in a coup...

At court, Murong Jin performed the same verbal greeting as yesterday.

Emperor Junlan had already allowed him to sit and listen to the government affairs, since his leg was crippled. Kneeling before him would only make him, the emperor, seem heartless.

This is a meritorious official of the Great Cheng Kingdom.

Although I don't want to admit it, Murong Jin is indeed a meritorious official of Da Cheng. Just based on what he did, he could be granted a pardon from death.

To oppose him is to be on the opposite side; to be used by him is to make Murong Jin his most powerful weapon.

Murong Jin rested his fingers on the wheelchair, listening absentmindedly to the ministers' reports.

Both of them had their own thoughts.