Chapter 352 Things Don't Happen More Than Three Times
"Greetings, Your Majesty..." As soon as Hongjun's figure appeared in the court, all the ministers knelt down to greet him.
Hongjun raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the many heads below the throne, and began to feel dizzy again. He was extremely annoyed; he was so tired of attending court that he could hardly control himself.
Quan Chang raised his hand to help the king up, his lips twitching. The king had been walking briskly just moments before, but as soon as he entered the court, he began to stagger. What was wrong with him?
"All of you, rise. If you have anything to report, speak quickly." If there was nothing else, Hongjun would begin to attend to his own affairs.
"Thank you, Your Majesty..." The ministers rose.
“Your Majesty,” Zhu stepped forward, “the birthday of the Goddess Nuwa is approaching. The three main sacrificial animals for this offering are tentatively set as cattle, deer, and sheep, followed by various other livestock. The residences of civil and military officials will also offer their sacrifices. Finally, this year, every household in Chaoge has burned incense and set up fires, and the merchants along the streets have spontaneously decorated their homes with colorful decorations and carpets. The list of accompanying civil and military officials is tentatively set as follows…”
"We plan to have 5,000 cavalry and 1,000 Imperial Guards as escorts..."
"Wait a minute," Hongjun smirked. When did he agree to worship Nuwa? That was impossible. "It seems that you gentlemen have no other important matters besides worshipping Goddess Nuwa?"
Zhu glanced at the Crown Prince at the top left, and many other ministers did the same, before bowing their heads together.
Your Majesty, you must understand that apart from this matter which you must handle yourself, they have already learned their lesson. It's much more convenient to go to His Highness the Crown Prince, and they won't be driven crazy by Your Majesty. Anyway, Your Majesty doesn't care, does he?
"Very well, since that's the case, I have important matters to announce." Hongjun sat upright, looking around at the ministers below, solemn and dignified.
Chang Hao glanced at his father, and for some reason, his eyelids kept twitching. Reason told Chang Hao that he had to stop his father from saying anything next.
“Father…” Chang Hao stepped forward, about to say something, but Hongjun raised his hand to stop him.
“My son, there’s no need for further words,” Hongjun smiled reassuringly at Chang Hao, then looked at the disgruntled ministers below, “I have something on my mind today when I come to court.”
"We don't know what's on Your Majesty's mind, but we are here to help you," Fei Zhong hurriedly stepped forward and flattered.
“No need,” Hongjun said without even glancing at Fei Zhong. “Nuwa’s birthday is important, but the succession of my Shang dynasty’s throne is even more important. I have decided that from today onwards, the throne will be passed to Zishou. Zhu, Zhenren, and Neishi, you shall draft the Crown Prince’s enthronement ceremony as soon as possible.”
Hongjun selected several people in succession.
"Your Majesty, we beg Your Majesty to rescind your decree." At this moment, whether sincere or feigned, they all knelt down and pleaded with Emperor Yi to change his mind. With each new emperor comes a new set of ministers. They were not as indispensable as Grand Tutor Wen and others, and they did not want to abdicate and give way to more capable people.
"My word is as firm as a mountain, and I will never go back on my word." Hongjun had tolerated this group of people for twelve years and never wanted to see their old faces again.
"Father..." Chang Hao's clear kneeling sound was amplified countless times in Hongjun's ears. Hongjun's divine sense drifted and floated straight up to the Nine Heavens and returned to the Purple Heaven.
Just as Chang Hao was about to beg his father to rescind his order, he heard Quan Chang above him exclaim in surprise, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Your Majesty…” Wen Zhong disregarded the distinction between ruler and subject and rushed to the throne to support the king. “Your Majesty?” Then his pupils contracted sharply.
“Father…” Chang Hao followed closely behind, hurriedly pulling Hongjun’s wrist to examine it. The three fingers on Hongjun’s wrist twitched, and a piercing pain suddenly surged up, making it difficult to breathe for a moment.
"Grand Tutor, aren't you a celestial master? Please save my father!" Chang Hao grabbed Wen Zhong from the side, as if grasping at the last straw.
"Your Highness, please accept my condolences." Wen Zhong avoided the hopeful gaze of his own son, the Crown Prince. How could he possibly alter the fate of the Emperor? Now that Emperor Yi had passed away, this was Emperor Yi's destiny.
Chang Hao's heart sank to the bottom. He realized that he and Di Yi were destined to be separated by death. Tears fell like rain, and before he knew it, his face was covered in tears.
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Hongjun, still half-asleep inside the Purple Cloud Palace, awoke with a start. "How did my consciousness leave my body? Oh no..." Before he knew it, his consciousness had left his body and been retrieved by the Purple Cloud Palace itself. Di Yi must be dead now.
The prince was still at a loss for words...
Hongjun lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment how he had died, and suddenly his face turned a purplish-blue color, quite a sight to behold.
The Heavenly Dao glanced at Hongjun, and thinking of how Hongjun had been worshipped to death by Lu Ya, the Heavenly Dao almost burst out laughing. What a mess!
Even if Hongjun could descend again, he would no longer be able to become Emperor Yi. Moreover, now that the good deeds Hongjun has done have been exposed, he can no longer leave Zixiao Palace.
"Imperial Purple Qi, it has this effect?" Hongjun was extremely surprised.
The imperial purple aura is a rare thing in the prehistoric world. All things considered, there are only three innate beings in the prehistoric world who were born with imperial purple aura: Donghua, Dijun, and Luya.
Chang Hao snatched Donghua's purple aura with a single sword strike, while Dijun's purple aura automatically peeled away and gathered back onto Chang Hao. Now, among the primordial beings, only Chang Hao possesses imperial purple aura.
Then the purple aura on the Emperor's body was passed down from generation to generation.
Although Hongjun knew he didn't possess the imperial purple aura, he never expected that a mere human emperor like him would be defeated by Chang Hao, who possessed a strong imperial purple aura. He was the Dao Ancestor!
"As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. Although you, Hongjun, are the Dao Ancestor, you went to the Primordial World using the body of Emperor Yi. Although Emperor Yi was the Human Emperor, Chang Hao's imperial purple aura was more than ten thousand times stronger. How could Emperor Yi possibly suppress him?" Being able to withstand three bows was already a testament to Hongjun's divine sense.
Hongjun immediately got up, intending to visit Chaoge again. Since Di Yi's body was ruined, he would find someone else.
However, Hongjun realized that things were in grave danger; his divine sense could no longer leave Zixiao Palace.
"Heavenly Dao, is this your doing?" Hongjun immediately suspected Heavenly Dao.
"You should see for yourself who's preventing you from leaving Zixiao Palace." Heaven felt utterly wronged, and Hongjun didn't even look at the good things he'd done.
Hongjun was skeptical, but when he looked over, he immediately lost his composure, "When did the Great Dao blockade the Zixiao Palace?"
"The moment your consciousness left your body and returned to Zixiao Palace, the Great Dao determined that you were disrupting Lu Ya's path to enlightenment and could not bear the appearance of the Great Dao Saint. Therefore, you can only be unsealed once this matter is settled." There was a hint of schadenfreude in the Heavenly Dao's emotionless voice.
"I disrupted..." Hongjun was about to refute the Heavenly Dao, but then he remembered his chaotic life as king and suddenly fell silent.
In fact, Hongjun himself knew that he estimated, might, probably... that he was dragging Chang Hao down.
"You should still look at the Water Mirror. At least you can still see through it. See how much Lu Ya cares about you. If you were really dead, you should be relieved." The Heavenly Dao did good deeds to the end, constructing a Water Mirror in front of Hongjun, which was the 'Di Yi's' memorial hall.
Look how kind he is...
Hongjun was so eager to eat it.
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