In the blink of an eye, Ji Mohan had been back in the capital for a month. Just as he had predicted, the princes and ministers were desperately trying to prevent Ji Mohan from ascending the throne. Some even committed suicide by hitting their heads against pillars in the main hall of the court in an attempt to stop Ji Mohan.
In the imperial court, Ji Mo Han and Ji Mo Sheng each stood in a team. However, the difference was that Ji Mo Han's team only had a few people, while Ji Mo Sheng's team was surrounded by the vast majority of ministers.
“Your Majesty, Prince Han is murderous and violent, and is not the best candidate for Crown Prince.”
"Yes, Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince loves the people like his own children, is diligent in governing and cares for the people, and is kind and honest. I believe that His Highness the Crown Prince is the most suitable person to be the next monarch."
"Your Majesty, you are confused," the Grand Tutor also said.
The old emperor sat on the throne, his head throbbing with the clamor of his ministers. The imperial edict had already been issued; could he possibly retract it? Putting aside the fact that a gentleman's word is as good as his bond, his eldest son held the army in the northwest and might even be keeping private armies in other places. If he didn't get the throne, he might just declare himself king.
Then, the newly pacified Yin state will fall into chaos again. The Yin state is now unstable and its national strength is declining. It can no longer withstand war.
Seeing that His Majesty had not responded to their long admonitions and tearful pleas, the ministers realized that His Majesty had made up his mind. They exchanged glances and turned their gazes to Ji Mohan, who was standing at the front. One of the ministers spoke first: "Your Highness, Prince Han, you have been guarding the border for decades. You still do not fully understand the situation in the capital. Moreover, you spend your days studying military strategy. As for governing the country, what do you think..." The minister did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
You're just a warrior, so go and defend the border and kill the enemy. You don't even know a few characters, yet you think you can govern the country just because you've read a couple of military books?
Ji Mohan glanced coldly at the minister who had just spoken, and without saying a word, drew his sword from his waist. The next second, the sword was pressed against the minister's neck, and he said, "Imperial Censor Wang, do you think I am suitable to be emperor?"
Imperial Censor Wang hadn't expected Ji Mohan to be so arrogant, even daring to draw his sword in the main hall. He tremblingly looked up at the madman Ji Mohan, trying to dodge the sword at his neck, but the sword seemed to have eyes; wherever he moved, the sword moved. "Your Highness, you... are indeed not suitable to be emperor." He didn't believe Ji Mohan would dare to kill someone in the main hall. If he wanted to be emperor, he would surely be clean-living and cherish his reputation, so he certainly wouldn't kill him.
Imperial Censor Wang hadn't expected that Ji Mohan would actually dare to kill someone in the main hall. He really didn't care about his reputation. Just then, Ji Mohan's arm twitched slightly, and Imperial Censor Wang's blood, which had just been speaking, sprayed onto the surrounding ministers. His body collapsed the next second.
The surrounding ministers seemed to be shocked. They did not expect the other party to be so bold as to openly commit violence. The ministers standing around Ji Mohan all took a few steps back without making a sound.
"How dare you, Prince Han! You dare to commit violence in public!" the old tutor shouted.
The old emperor, who had been feigning deafness and muteness, no longer ignored the situation. Instead, he excitedly shouted, "Prince Han, you killed Imperial Censor Wang! Even if you are a prince, you cannot openly kill someone. Do you know your crime?" Excellent! Let them make a scene like this. If all the ministers oppose him becoming the next emperor, he can't very well kill them all, can he?
Ji Mohan glanced at the old emperor with a mocking look and said sarcastically, "Father and Your Excellencies, please don't be impatient." He slowly pulled a booklet from his sleeve, opened it, and turned it around to the side, saying in a forceful voice, "My lords, for decades, Imperial Censor Wang and his colleagues have failed to discover that he is a Mongol. Furthermore, I have collected evidence of Imperial Censor Wang's crimes: bribery, embezzlement, corruption, breaking the law, deceiving superiors, and disregarding the lives of more than 20 people. Now, do you still think I am ruthless?"
"What? Imperial Censor Wang is... a Mongol?"
"Yes, we didn't realize it until now; he was very good at disguising himself."
The old emperor gestured to Chief Steward Li to take the evidence of crimes from Ji Mohan. After he got his hands on it, he found that the few points Ji Mohan had just read were still considered conservative. That Imperial Censor Wang really deserved to die!
The old emperor angrily said, "Guards, drag Wang Hu away! Imperial Guards, go to his home immediately to arrest the remaining Mongol traitors. Execute them all."
The commander of the Imperial Guards hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully said, "Your subject obeys the decree." After saying this, he led a group of men and ran out of the palace.
Ji Mohan glanced at the Grand Tutor, who knew he was in the wrong and had not continued to speak, and the other ministers who were speaking in hushed tones, and said: "I am only here to inform you, not to discuss with you. Once the imperial edict is issued, you have no choice but to accept it."
Looking at the ministers whose faces were ashen, Ji Mohan continued, "I think May 20th is an auspicious day, so let's set that day as the day of my coronation."
May 20th last year was the day he married Yan Wan. This year, he's all alone.
After Ji Mohan finished speaking, he turned around and left without paying any attention to the ministers who were in an uproar. If they didn't accept it, he didn't mind killing them until they did. With so many people, there must be some who were afraid of death.
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