Before the eunuch handed the will to Song Yan, someone raised their voice in doubt: "Impossible! The emperor has always valued the prince. Some time ago, the emperor also helped the prince familiarize himself with state affairs. How could he suddenly become a wise prince?"
As soon as he finished speaking, questions arose one after another.
These people usually try to please the prince and are always sarcastic towards the wise king.
Now that the wise king has ascended the throne, it will definitely be disadvantageous to them.
Who would have thought that this sickly guy who never fights or competes and needs herbs to stay alive when doing anything would become the new emperor.
"There must be something fishy going on here, Eunuch Zhou, did you replace the will?"
The eunuch had cold sweat on his forehead. He had mocked the virtuous king before, but now the edict had the handwriting of the late emperor, and even the seal was genuine.
How could this be fake?
The eunuch said, "If you don't believe it, then tell me whether this will is true or false."
After he finished speaking, someone took the will from his hand and confirmed that it was indeed the handwriting of the late emperor and also had a seal.
It can't be fake.
The minister holding the will turned pale, fell to his knees, and trembled with fear. The will in his hand suddenly became a hot potato.
At this time, Qi Zian, who had been silent all this time, was the first to kneel down and said, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live the Emperor..."
His voice was firm, and instantly others joined in welcoming the new emperor.
Suddenly, the entire palace was filled with shouts of "Long live!"
Xie Shizhu stood there in a daze, completely confused.
After what happened just now, she could tell that Qi Zian was Song Yan's man, but didn't Qi Zian always follow the prince?
After respectfully welcoming the Emperor, Xie Shizhu then saw these ministers prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowed to her, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you, the Empress. May you be blessed with good health..."
The system was stunned: [Host, awesome! ]
The malicious value suddenly dropped to 50.
The word the system said the most was "awesome". Xie Shizhu had heard it so many times that his ears were callused and he was used to it.
The system asked again: [Host, why did it drop so much?!]
Xie Shizhu said calmly, "Didn't the original owner want to be the queen?"
The system suddenly understood, yes, the original owner's goal was to become the queen, and then use this identity to complete Beimo's mission.
At this moment, Song Wenyan knelt on the ground, staring at the ground. Shock flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by a sense of unwillingness.
He solved so many problems, but the only thing he forgot was Song Yan.
Song Wenyan suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the frail and sickly useless prince.
At this moment, Song Yan had become a completely different person. The timidity in his eyes was gone, and he looked very calm.
It's the same face, but it's like a different person.
*
Somehow, Xie Shizhu became the queen and she moved from the dilapidated prince's mansion into the imperial palace.
But after Song Yan became emperor, it meant he had to take a concubine and give birth to a heir to inherit his legacy.
Xie Shizhu looked at the luxurious and magnificent Shaoyue Palace. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, then said to the system, "The real show is about to begin."
The system suddenly became excited: [The host is always a god.]
She never wanted the throne of queen.
Hearing this, the system was stunned and asked: [Host, what do you want? ]
Xie Shizhu pondered for a long time and did not respond to the system.
From the very beginning, she used the reassuring jasmine sachets unique to the Northern Desert to make Song Yan let down his guard and feel addicted.
This was all part of her plan.
Since she could seduce Song Wenyan, she could naturally melt Song Yan's icy heart.
The system was stunned: [……] A terrible woman.
*
After the emperor passed away, his coffin was placed in the mourning hall, and the emperor's sons and ministers kept vigil day and night.
According to Yanguo's regulations, one month later, after the late emperor was buried, these concubines had to enter the tomb with the late emperor.
That is to say, burial.
In the past few days, nearly twenty concubines of the late emperor have been living in fear every day, and some have even ended their lives prematurely.
It's better than dying from lack of oxygen in a tomb or being given poisoned wine to die.
*
Song Yan is the one keeping vigil tonight; this was his own request.
Given his current status as emperor, he did not need to keep vigil, but he still knelt in the mourning hall in a plain white robe and mourning clothes.
When this matter reached the ears of other ministers, they were all surprised.
After all, he was the least favored person among the late emperor when he was alive, but after the late emperor passed away, he was the only one who took the initiative to keep vigil without any complaints.
On the contrary, the prince was depressed and drank all day long, completely forgetting the favor of the late emperor.
This is exactly the effect Song Yan wanted. He is a very cunning man, and even if he ascends the throne, he will not allow anyone to have any objection to him becoming emperor.
Xie Shizhu was also wearing mourning clothes, her black hair was tied up with a hairpin, her face was plain and without any rouge, and she exuded a gentleness.
She came in slowly from outside, followed by several palace maids, holding plates in both hands, and on the plates were exquisite pastries.
Xie Shizhu walked slowly to Song Yan's side, bowed to him, and gestured with one hand, "Your Majesty, it's late at night. Have some cakes. I will keep vigil with you."
Song Yan curled his lips slightly and said softly, "Okay."
Several palace maids who were kneeling on the ground slowly stood up, placed the plates in their hands on the table on one side of the mourning hall one by one, bowed again, turned around and left the mourning hall.
As soon as they left, Song Yan asked the other palace maids and eunuchs in the mourning hall to leave.
In an instant, only the two of them and the late emperor in the coffin were left in the entire mourning hall.
There was a strong wind blowing outside, the leaves were rustling in the wind, and the white lanterns hanging at the door of the mourning hall were suddenly blown out by the wind.
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