On this day, before dawn, the capital city was already bustling with activity.
Because today is the day when the new emperor ascends the throne.
"I really didn't expect that His Royal Highness Prince Yong would be the one to ascend the throne. Back then, I thought he and His Royal Highness Prince Ding were the least likely to ascend the throne."
"Yes, who would have thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was actually of royal blood from the previous dynasty."
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Unlike the bustling and noisy capital, the palace was extremely solemn and dignified at this time.
Preparations for the coronation ceremony are being made in full swing.
The Royal Guards were dressed in armor, stood tall and straight, holding spears, and lined up in neat rows at various important roads.
The sun slowly rose, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the towering palace. The entire palace seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred light.
In the square outside Fengxian Hall, civil and military officials had already lined up in an orderly manner. They were dressed in court robes and all had solemn expressions.
Leng Yan stood at the front of the crowd, and the sunlight from the sky perfectly outlined the cold lines of his profile.
Like jade carved by time, it is firm yet cold.
I don’t know when the footsteps came, but a sound of footsteps came from far away and broke the solemn atmosphere at the moment.
He subconsciously tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction.
He saw a man in a gorgeous dragon robe walking slowly into his sight against the light.
Their eyes met, and Yan Cheng and Leng Yan smiled at each other.
The next moment, all the civil and military officials knelt on the ground and shouted: "Long live the emperor!"
Leng Yan exchanged a final glance with Yan Cheng and slowly lowered his head.
Yan Cheng walked steadily up the steps of Fengxian Hall, and every step felt like stepping on a node in history.
He stood in front of the dragon throne in Fengxian Hall, turned to face the crowd, and slowly scanned everyone below with his eyes.
The loud and clear voice of the Minister of Rites resounded all around as he read out every word of the enthronement edict.
Everyone was cheered up.
Under the gaze of all the ministers, the man in the dragon robe sat down steadily on the golden dragon throne.
At this point, Yan Cheng officially ascended the throne and became the new monarch of Daxia.
*
For Yan Cheng, his life since ascending the throne has not been much different from before he ascended the throne.
What he faced every day was still a mountain of memorials that seemed to never end, a complex web of government affairs waiting to be dealt with, and a seemingly endless stream of ministers he had to meet...
One day, when Yan Cheng finally finished reviewing a full basket of memorials, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He suddenly threw the pen in his hand, stood up from his chair angrily, and then smashed the memorial onto the table with force, making a loud "bang".
"It's all nonsense! It's all nonsense! I don't want to hear them praising me endlessly for my kindness and virtue. I want to see real business!"
"I've repeatedly stressed that only serious matters should be included in memorials, but it seems many people don't take my words to heart!"
Yan Cheng's chest heaved violently with anger.
He looked down at the person who submitted the memorial in his hand, then threw it to Li Bixian, the newly appointed eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace, who was trembling next to him.
"Send this and that basket of memorials over there back to me! Don't they like to write? Then have them each write a 10,000-word self-criticism and submit it within three days!"
A 10,000-word review?
How long will it take to write?
When Li Bixian heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.
Your Majesty's method is truly cruel. Fortunately, I don't have to write it myself.
Thinking of this, he secretly rejoiced.
Seeing the young general who was reviewing another basket of memorials nearby stand up and come over, Li Bixian tactfully asked the young eunuch to carry the basket of memorials away.
These days, he finally understood.
Their Majesty has a good relationship with the general.
As for what they often did in the same room, that was not something he, a eunuch, would think about.
After Your Majesty ascended the throne, this palace was cleaned up again and again, and no one dared to spread any news about Your Majesty.
Li Bixian had no intention of saying anything more. He didn't want to go to the underworld to see his deceased father and mother for the time being.
Leng Yan looked at Yan Cheng, who was still unhappy and irritable, and bent down to pick up a number of unfinished memorials.
"I'll take care of these."
Yan Cheng didn't refuse either.
He looked up, then moved over to hug Leng Yan's waist, sighing in a muffled voice, "This emperor is truly not human."
“I don’t know why so many people want this position.”
Leng Yan freed one hand and touched the back of the neck of the person in front of him.
"They only care about the power that comes with being an emperor, but you care about the entire Daxia. You are different."
"If you saw fewer people, you wouldn't be so tired."
Yan Cheng looked at him leisurely: "You know, I can't do that."
After complaining, memorials still had to be reviewed.
Before I knew it, it was time for the sun to set.
Yan Cheng and Leng Yan worked hard to complete today's task. They sat together and chatted with each other in a harmonious atmosphere.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Yan Cheng paused and shouted outside, "Come in."
Under Yan Cheng's gaze, Li Bixian walked in and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager invites you to have dinner at the Cining Palace."
After saying this, Li Bixian quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the man at the top.
Everyone in the palace knows that His Majesty and the Queen Mother have a bad relationship.
Your Majesty rarely goes to the Cining Palace, and the Empress Dowager has never been to the Qianqing Palace.
This is the first time that the Empress Dowager has taken the initiative to invite Your Majesty to have dinner at the Cining Palace. How will Your Majesty react?
Yan Cheng's reaction was to pick up a memorial that had already been approved.
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