Chapter 211 Enthronement Ceremony

Ling Changxi saw what his mother meant and said quickly, "Mother, you must not do this. The Regent can kill the Crown Prince at any time. Now the entire palace is controlled by the Regent. The reason why the Crown Prince was not deposed is to scare the other princes."

He had a very thorough understanding of this matter.

He knew who to lean on at the critical moment.

The Imperial Concubine was a little anxious. She gritted her teeth and said with some regret, "The throne is there. Can't you fight for it?"

Ling Changxi sighed helplessly.

"Mother, if I make the right choice, you will be a leisurely and comfortable concubine in the future. If I make the wrong choice, I'm afraid my whole family will lose their heads. Please don't mention this matter again." Ling Changxi

suddenly thought of something, and he suggested: "We have a lot of people in the prime minister's mansion, why not hand this part of the power to the emperor's uncle and take the initiative to hand over some things. Maybe he can take a closer look at us."

A slap hit Ling Changxi on the head: "How could I give birth to such a stupid son like you? Among the concubines in the harem, except the Queen Mother, who can be my opponent? If I want the throne, it will be easy for me. Moreover, some ministers in the court have contacted me secretly, saying that as long as I am willing, they will help you become the emperor."

Ling Changxi lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers silently.

His mother is charming and beautiful, and her status is extremely noble, but her brain is a little bit not very good.

It's not that he looks down on his mother, but

"Mother, if you still want your son to live well, you are not allowed to go anywhere and see anyone during this period of time. Otherwise, I will die in front of you!"

Concubine Chu was almost angry to death.

"You stinky boy!"

Ling Changxi turned around and ran out of the palace before the noble concubine finished scolding him. He had said everything, and it depended on whether his mother would listen or not

. The coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.

In the East Palace, rows of palace servants walked into the hall, holding brand new dragon robes and crowns in their hands.

Ling Changyue had been imprisoned for many days, and because of poor eating and sleeping, he looked a little weak and had lost a lot of weight.

His eyes fell on the unparalleled dragon robe in front of him, and his heart, which should have been excited, was calm.

Ling Changyue gently raised his hand and touched the pattern on the dragon robe, but his eyes became darker.

He opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Why did Uncle Xian send the dragon robe over?"

Shouldn't he wear it himself?

The leading eunuch was smart. He

lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, you are of the legitimate royal bloodline of Beiling Kingdom. Your ascension to the throne is what everyone expects. The auspicious time is coming soon. Your servants will help you bathe and change clothes." When

Ling Changyue heard this, his eyes were extremely cold: "What everyone expects? I'm afraid Ling Fengxian did it on purpose, wanting to make me a puppet in his hands and a target for everyone to deal with! What a deep calculation"

When the eunuch saw that Ling Changyue still didn't move, his originally very polite face changed directly.

With a faded smile, he gave an order: "Come here, help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince change clothes!"

"You dare!"

Ling Changyue roared, but the eunuch was not afraid at all. His flattery just now was just to save some trouble and deliberately please the other party.

But since it didn't work, he had to use force.

"Change clothes for the Crown Prince, move faster."

A group of people surrounded him and held Ling Changyue down.

Someone reached out and pulled off the hairpin on his head, letting Ling Changyue's long hair fall down. He also took off all his clothes, and then began to wear the dragon robe that symbolized his status as an emperor.

However, this dragon robe was forced on Ling Changyue.

He had been drugged with some unknown drug before, and now he had no strength at all, so he couldn't even fight, and could only let the other party dress him up. After

the treatment, the eunuch looked at Ling Changyue with great satisfaction: "Escort the new emperor to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings!"

The sedan chair had been prepared outside, and there was no need for Ling Changyue to take the initiative to do anything. Someone lifted him off the bed and put him on the sedan chair.

Sitting on the dragon sedan chair, a group of people lifted him and swayed slightly out of the East Palace to the place where the coronation ceremony was held.

The coronation ceremony was held in Minghua Palace of Beiling State. At this time, all the civil and military officials were present.

The leader was the regent Ling Fengxun.

Ling Fengxun stood at the head of all officials, as if he was the master of this world. When Ling Changyue saw him for the first time, he couldn't help but want to get furious.

But he didn't dare.

Even though he pinched his fingers into his palms, no matter how hard he tried, only a shallow mark was left.

Because he had no strength, he couldn't even make a fist.

"The new emperor ascends the throne, and all officials kowtow!"

Ling Changyue was carried to the hall and sat on the dragon chair just above.

All civil and military officials immediately saluted and shouted to the people above: "Long live our emperor!"

Only Ling Fengxun stood there motionless, and didn't even pretend to salute him.

But among the officials present, no one dared to question, and all of them acquiesced in his actions.

Just this point made the prince's pupils shrink suddenly.

In just over a month, all the ministers in the court had surrendered, and no one could compete with him anymore.

Ling Changyue sat on the dragon chair, but he felt that the chair was extremely cold, and all the officials in front of him were beasts that could eat people.

There was a hint of fear in his expression.

Even his reaction became a little strange.

With trembling lips, Ling Changyue read out two words with a blank mind.

"Stand up"

All the ministers stood up, and all of them lowered their heads obediently and dared not speak.

Only Ling Fengyan raised his head and glanced at the prince. Seeing the other party's reaction, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The prince's condition seemed a little abnormal.

But it doesn't matter. What he wants is just a chess piece.

In this silence, Ling Fengxun slowly said, "Now that the new emperor of Beiling Kingdom has ascended the throne, he must grant amnesty to the world."

"The Regent King is right."

"Your Highness is right. Everything is up to you!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, many officials echoed him.

Ling Changyue really felt how terrifying the word "Regent" was.

"In this case, then according to custom, the taxes of the people of Beiling Kingdom will be reduced for three years. As for the concubines in the harem, they should also be posthumously honored. Please issue an imperial decree."

Ling Fengxun said in a pretentious manner.

Then, before Ling Changyue could speak, the eunuch next to him asked someone to take out a bunch of imperial decrees.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has prepared the imperial edict."

Ling Changyue's eyes were full of confusion.

Imperial edict? When did he prepare the imperial edict?