Yuan Mo glared at the Emperor of Daqi with venomous hatred. "You told me that the throne would belong to Yun'er, but what happened? If I hadn't come today, wouldn't you have already abdicated?"
Then she paused for a moment, and said foolishly, "What a pity, what a pity. If I had been more ruthless back then and increased the dosage, you might already be dead, and this throne would be mine, Yun'er's."
This statement contains a lot of information. Considering the sudden and rapid decline in his health in recent years, what else could the Great Qi Emperor not understand?
With a "pfft," a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he said to Wang Shundao, "Pass the throne... to the Crown Prince... Mo..."
Then, he collapsed with a thud, his eyes wide open, and fell silent.
His Majesty has passed away.
The death knell tolled throughout the capital, casting a pall of gloom over the once-prosperous city.
After the coup, all the ministers remained silent on the matter, and Yaoyao naturally replaced the Great Qi Emperor as the new emperor.
However, he is still in mourning and temporarily retains the title of Crown Prince, but he still attends court and reviews memorials.
There were also many things to do after the emperor's death, and he was so tired in the last few days that he ate an extra bowl of white rice.
Sigh, being an emperor must be exhausting.
Yao Yao was enjoying a rare moment of leisure while strolling in the Imperial Garden. When she was busy, she spent almost the entire day in a chair. I wonder if all the emperors in history suffered from hemorrhoids.
"Your Highness."
"Hmm?" Upon seeing that the person who came was Shao'an, he asked, "What is it?"
"The Duke of Dingguo has arrived and says he wishes to see you."
"Oh," Yao Yao thought, "he'll definitely be asking him to play chess again."
Ever since he found out she could play chess, the old man has been squeezing out her precious rest time to play chess with him.
Playing chess is one thing, but taking back moves is another!
An old rascal.
But since he was the original owner's maternal grandfather, Yaoyao still went to see him.
Inside the Imperial Study, upon seeing Yao Yao arrive, the old man, contrary to his usual playful demeanor, became serious, making Yao Yao somewhat uncomfortable.
"Your Highness."
Since she has not yet ascended the throne, she is still referred to as Your Highness for now.
"Hmm? What business does the Duke of Dingguo have with me?"
The Duke of Dingguo looked deeply at Yaoyao and said, "Your Majesty, I believe you are a good emperor."
"Hmm," she's the kind of person who collects merits, so it would be difficult for her to become a tyrant!
Then he took out a token, which was carved entirely from Phoebe zhennan wood, and the Qilin on it was depicted with lifelike detail.
Yao Yao was shocked. "What does the Duke of Dingguo mean by this?"
The Duke of Dingguo sighed, "Alas, I am old and have no heirs. This Qilin Token is useless now. Besides, if it weren't for this Qilin Token, my Changsun family wouldn't have been suspected and feared by the late emperor."
The old man's eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.
"This token is of no use to me now. I believe Your Highness is a good emperor, and perhaps you are more suited to it."
Yao Yao took the token. "Grandpa, I will."
No honorifics were used; this was the original owner's wish and a reflection of her guilt towards the old man.
The old man laughed heartily, "Haha, that's good. Your Highness, don't forget to come and spar with me when you have some free time."
Yao Yao smiled faintly, "Just don't take back your moves." Taking back moves was exhausting for her.
...
Sitting in the chair, toying with the Qilin token, he asked the young man beside him, "Shao'an, do you think I would be a good emperor?"
The transformation of the former little beggar is obvious: a handsome appearance and an extraordinary aura. But in front of Yaoyao, he is like a lamb.
Shao'an's eyes were firm. "You must be a good emperor." He knew from the moment Shao'an saved him that Shao'an was a good person.
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