Not only were the viewers in the live stream curious about what he was going to do, but Xiao Zhixing was also curious.
Meanwhile, Bai Feng, who was secretly following behind, was even more curious.
The guards led An Wuxi stealthily through the palace, and soon arrived at the main hall, entering through a hidden door.
After An Wuxi personally climbed onto the statue of the Eternal Heaven atop the throne, he took out a box and opened it.
Inside was a royal decree of succession.
He took a deep breath, took out the document, unfolded it, confirmed it was an imperial edict, and stuffed it directly into his sleeve.
Then, by the dim candlelight, he took out a blank imperial edict and a brush and ink and wrote an identical edict on the spot.
He even imitated the font so perfectly that it was indistinguishable from the real thing, which shows that he had prepared in advance.
Finally, the imperial edict was completed, except that he changed the successor from Xiao Long to—
[Red comment: Holy crap, Xiao Chi??]
[Green comment: Oh my god, I guessed everyone, but I never guessed he was Xiao Chi's man!! Aren't they enemies?]
Xiao Zhixing was not surprised; the least likely one was actually the most likely.
After the newly written imperial edict dried, An Wuxi put it in a box and then put the box back behind the shrine.
He left with the original imperial edict and the guards, hurriedly returning to his residence. Immediately afterwards, two eagles flew towards Changmo Pass.
An Wuxi intended to burn the original imperial edict, but at that moment, the sound of mourning drums announcing the death of the Khan came from the palace.
It seems that Xiao Kui's death has already been discovered by the eunuchs and palace maids.
In his panic, he could only stuff the imperial edict into a secret compartment in his study and hurriedly pretended to be grieving as he entered the palace.
Unbeknownst to him, the imperial edict soon disappeared without a trace.
Inside the palace, the officials from the Northern Barbarian tribes entered one after another. By this time, it was clear who belonged to whom.
The princes later formed their own groups.
Among them, Xiao Long had the most people behind him, followed by Xiao Bao.
There was another group of people who didn't follow anyone and just stood quietly.
After a few feigned cries, they finally got to the most important matter: the succession to the throne.
"With the Khan gone, the country cannot be without a ruler for a single day. I wonder if the Khan left any words or instructions regarding the succession?"
Gu Modi was the first to speak, his gaze fixed on An Wuxi.
An Wuxi, his face pale, coughed softly without saying a word, waiting for someone else to speak.
Another person said, "Yes, the Khan once told me that behind the divine image on the throne in the Great Hall of the Emperor, there is an imperial edict to pass on the throne!"
Another person also agreed.
At this point, An Wuxi finally spoke up, "Ahem, the Khan has also instructed me that the imperial edict to pass the throne to the Divine Minister."
Upon seeing this, the officials went together to the main hall and took out the imperial edict from the box in front of everyone.
"Lord An, shall you read this?"
An Wuxi paused for a moment, nodded, and unfolded the imperial edict, "...the eldest prince, Xiao Chi, is hereby appointed as the Khan Emperor..."
The scene erupted in uproar.
Gu Modi was the first to erupt in fury, "Impossible!!"
Another person said, "The Khan once told me in private that he would pass the throne to the Sixth Prince, this, this..."
An Wuxi frowned and said, "But the Khan told me not long ago that he would pass the throne to the Crown Prince. Could it be that the Khan has changed his mind at the last minute?"
Some officials nodded in agreement, saying it wasn't impossible.
Xiao Chi is now very powerful, having already occupied nearly 800 million square acres of land in the northern frontier, and even the northern barbarians, northwestern tribes, and western tribes are showing signs of wanting to submit to him.
It's not impossible that the Khan ultimately had no choice but to pass the throne to him in order to maintain internal stability in the Northern Barbarians.
Gumodi angrily said, "The Khan will never pass the throne to the son of a slave!"
This is Xiao Chi's most criticized aspect. Once he takes power, the slaves of the entire Northern Barbarians will inevitably rise up, which will seriously threaten the interests of the various nobles.
That would inevitably cause their dissatisfaction, leading to unrest.
Therefore, they did not believe that the Khan would be so foolish as to pass the throne to Xiao Chi.
An Wuxi shook his head helplessly and handed them the imperial edict, saying, "I don't know what to do either."
Xiao Bao was the first to snatch the imperial edict, reading it word by word, his face turning grim at the end.
Gu Modi snatched it away, and after reading it, he wanted nothing more than to tear up the imperial edict. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Khan favors the Sixth Prince the most and has long intended to pass the throne to him!"
"Yes, the Khan told at least two officials that he would pass the throne to the Sixth Prince. Why is this imperial edict different? Could it be that the Emperor has changed his mind at the last minute?"
Xiao Bao sneered, "With such a great controversy over the succession, and different opinions emerging, who should be chosen as the new emperor?"
Xiao Long stood there quietly, neither angry nor pleased.
The imperial edict was handed to him.
He stroked the imperial edict in his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone, especially focusing on An Wuxi. "Lord An, you were the last person to see Father Khan. I'm curious, after you left Father Khan's bedchamber, you didn't leave the palace for a while. Where did you go during that time?"
An Wuxi remained calm and smiled wryly, saying, "I have been feeling unwell since I returned from Dasheng. I felt dizzy halfway through my journey after leaving the palace, so I found a quiet place to sit for a while. If Your Highness has any doubts, there is nothing I can do. It was only a short time, and I had nowhere to find witnesses."
"Really?" Xiao Chi clapped his hands.
Yebi suddenly appeared and threw two of his crippled guards up to him.
"Your Highness, these two have admitted that they secretly brought Lord An to the Grand Hall earlier."
Jebt went and opened the hidden door. “Look, they entered through it.”
Xiao Long sneered, "Lord An, impressive skills."
He tossed the imperial edict around and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the ink on this edict is very fresh. Could it be that Father Khan was too ill to pick up a pen, yet he was still able to write this edict?"
"The wrists of a person who has been ill for a long time are weak, but the characters on this are vigorous and resolute, which is the strength of my father when he was healthy. This is a contradiction."
An Wuxi looked at him intently, "The Sixth Prince went to Dasheng and has become incredibly meticulous."
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