Time flies, and the day of the Empress's wedding arrived in the blink of an eye.
The entire city of Yanhuang was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers to celebrate this grand occasion.
The wedding venue was lavishly decorated, with torches flying and the heavens and earth resounding. Auspicious omens and the rising sun created a magnificent and beautiful scene.
Envoys from seventy-two countries had been waiting in front of Weiyang Palace for an hour, with generous gifts and words of blessing prepared, eagerly awaiting that exciting moment.
"His Majesty has arrived!"
At the command, the entire audience fell silent.
Song Yanran, dressed in a fiery red phoenix robe and adorned with a golden phoenix crown, appeared gracefully outside the palace gates, making her already fair and delicate features even more stunning.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!!!"
The entire court, including officials and envoys from seventy-two countries, paid the highest tribute to this legendary female emperor of the Celestial Empire.
Song Yanran, with her eyes fixed straight ahead and her heavy makeup on, slowly approached the Biyi Terrace.
The palace maids behind him attended him on both sides, bowing their heads and following closely in his steps.
Standing on the platform, Song Yanran flicked her phoenix sleeves and glanced at the entire audience.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Amidst thunderous roars and surging waves, all nations knelt in submission, showcasing the magnificent grandeur of the Celestial Empire.
"Rise."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!!!"
The ministers rose and looked up at the empress standing on the high place.
At this moment, under the morning sun, Song Yanran resembled a celestial maiden, noble and inviolable. Just a glance from afar was enough to inspire awe.
"Please welcome His Highness the Prince of Jing, the Empress's husband!!!"
With another command from the Master of Ceremonies, Di Feijing, also dressed in a red robe, slowly entered the palace, surrounded by officials.
Unlike Song Yanran's joyful mood, Di Fei was on edge, his heart pounding in his throat.
He tried to slow his pace, waiting for a miracle to break the silence.
However, the so-called miracle did not happen until he stepped onto the steps of the Twin Wings Terrace.
"Damn it, you surnamed Chu, you're not going to screw me over, are you? I've staked my whole family's lives on you, don't stand me up."
Di Fei was extremely anxious. Every step forward felt like an immense obstacle, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.
Standing on the high ground, Song Yanran's gentle eyes held an unfathomable emotion as she quietly waited for the man to walk to her side.
At the same time, outside Yanhuang City, a troop of Xiongnu cavalry galloped in.
The leader, an elderly man with deep eyes, wearing a fur coat and a full head of white hair, rode at full speed, leaving the cavalry behind him a full body length behind.
Just as they were about to rush into the gates of Yanhuang City, a graceful figure descended from the sky and blocked their way.
"Whoa~"
The old man pulled on the reins, and the heavy iron hooves rose high and then fell, causing the city gate to tremble slightly.
"To be able to ride the Shadowless Demon Steed and possess such a kingly aura, you must be the Xiongnu King Xuanhao Hongye, who has dominated the northern deserts for five hundred years and reigned supreme on horseback?"
"Do you know me?"
"How could I not know the name of the Xiongnu king?"
"Since you know I am the King of the Xiongnu, why do you still dare to stop me?"
"Because I don't want to see the Xiongnu bring about their own destruction because of your decision."
"presumptuous!"
With a loud shout, sandstorms erupted.
"Who are you to speak to me like that?"
Shen Zhao unfolded his folding fan: "Let me guess, the purpose of the Xiongnu king's visit is probably to seize control of the Central Region, am I right?"
"Since you know all this, I cannot let you live."
"Would you like to hear my analysis of the pros and cons before you take action?"
"No need. No one can change what I, the King, have decided."
"For this, are you willing to sacrifice the entire fate of the Xiongnu nation?"
"As long as the Han Dynasty exists, the Xiongnu will never rise again. Your delays cannot stop my great cause."
"Your grand plan?" Shen Zhao laughed. "If your grand plan is to eliminate the Empress at this time, then Darba will be your fate."
"Did you kill Darba?" Xuan Hao Hongye's eyes narrowed.
Shen Zhao nodded: "Of course not, it was done by the person you were working with."
So, does the Xiongnu king intend to continue his forced entry, or will he sit down and listen to what I have to say?
Xuan Hao Hongye pondered for a moment, then jumped off his horse: "Tell me what you know. I will only give you a quarter of an hour."
"A quarter of an hour is enough."
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"Your Majesty, I have something important to report!"
At the wedding ceremony, just as Di Feijing took the final step and was about to begin the wedding ceremony, Song Yu's loud shout interrupted the beautiful atmosphere.
Song Yanran frowned slightly, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at Song Yu: "Prince Rui, today is my wedding day. Stop fooling around and get out of here."
But Song Yu shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, it is precisely because of the special circumstances of today that I have decided to speak out what is on my mind. I beg Your Majesty's permission."
What are you trying to say?
Seeing Song Yu's solemn expression, Song Yanran felt a sense of unease.
Song Yu took a deep breath, looked up at Song Yanran, then pointed at her and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I beg you to abdicate and yield the throne to a more worthy successor!"
Boom!
These words were like a hydrogen bomb exploding, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
Song Yanran's face darkened: "Royal brother, what did you say?"
"Your Majesty, please abdicate and yield the throne to a worthy successor!"
Song Yu's reply was resolute, showing no sign of backing down.
Finally, Song Yanran's face gradually darkened: "Prince Rui, are you planning to force me to abdicate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, three more members of the royal family stepped forward in unison: "Your Majesty, please issue an edict to abdicate and yield the throne to a worthy successor!"
The next moment, seventy percent of the officials also spoke up: "Your Majesty, please abdicate!"
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