Time goes back to the fifth day of the first lunar month of the tenth year of the Xuanli calendar.
On this day, four days had passed since Empress Dowager Xi surrendered.
The corpses outside the Guanyun City Palace had been cleaned up long ago, but the blood of 100,000 people had dyed everything here brown, and one could even smell the blood in the air.
The grand court meeting on the first day of the first lunar month was not completed.
Her Majesty fainted and was sent to the harem, but she authorized the left and right prime ministers to completely purge the court of Empress Dowager Xi's followers.
There was another round of bloody chaos. All the officials who defected to Empress Dowager Xi were thrown into prison. Until today, the fifth day of the first lunar month, the chaos gradually subsided.
It was snowing heavily, and the Guanyuntai had a unique view, but Zhuo and his group and Nangong Yiyu had no mood to appreciate the view.
"Zhou Tongtong dug three feet deep into the ground in Guanyun City and killed over 3,200 people. He should have wiped out the remaining Xi bandits. However... it's a fact that His Majesty gave birth to a child. If it really was Fu Xiaoguan..."
Zhuo Yihang smiled slightly: "It's definitely not Fu Xiaoguan!"
Nangong Yiyu frowned slightly, "How can the Right Prime Minister make such a judgment?"
"Because the woman named Yunniang and her daughter Xiaoxiao are both dead."
Nangong Yiyu was startled for a moment, then smiled calmly, "Right Prime Minister, good tactics."
Zhuo Yihang took a deep breath. "Your Majesty was born prematurely, and he didn't get enough rest. He fought all night long... Shui Yunjian said that Your Majesty has lost too much blood and is seriously injured. If he doesn't rest for three to five years... I'm afraid he can only live for another three to five years."
Nangong Yiyu's eyes narrowed as he stared at Zhuo Yihang: "Is it so serious?"
"...If it weren't for your Majesty's strong martial arts foundation, it would probably be even more serious than this!"
"Just rest and you'll be fine?"
Zhuo Yixing nodded. "So-called rest and recuperation means not worrying or working hard, and needing adequate rest and sleep... But she is the empress, Her Majesty, in charge of the vast Wu Dynasty. Even if you and I work together to share Her Majesty's worries, there are still many things she needs to decide personally. How can she rest and recuperate peacefully?"
Nangong Yiyu cast his gaze into the vast abyss. After a long moment, he suddenly said, "His Highness Wu Dalang is Your Majesty's elder brother. He is currently in the Imperial Palace. The question now is whether Your Majesty is willing to hand over the scepter."
Zhuo Yixing was silent for a moment, "I am worried whether Wu Dalang is willing to take over this scepter."
"What does the Right Prime Minister mean?"
"Your Majesty ascended the throne not because he coveted it. She...had good intentions."
Nangong Yiyu pondered carefully and grasped the key to the problem - the child was undoubtedly Fu Xiaoguan's. Her Majesty ascended the throne to protect the Wu Dynasty and wait for Fu Xiaoguan's return. She was worried that Fu Xiaoguan would not return, so she became pregnant with Fu Xiaoguan's child and gave birth to him.
This is a baby boy. Even if Fu Xiaoguan never returns to the country, the throne will eventually be passed on to this baby.
Therefore, Wu Zhao was still guarding the territory of the Wu family.
Wu Dalang is Fu Xiaoguan's uncle, and he raised Fu Xiaoguan personally. Now Fu Xiaoguan still regards Wu Dalang as his father.
If Wu Dalang ascends the throne to become emperor, it is also for the purpose of protecting the country, and his purpose is the same as Wu Linger. If Fu Xiaoguan returns to the country, the throne will naturally be his.
If Fu Xiaoguan does not return, although Wu Dalang has given birth to three sons in the Yu Dynasty, their origins are still not as correct as the child born by Wu Linger. Moreover, Wu Dalang must know the origin of this child, so the throne will still fall into the hands of this child.
The two of them have the same purpose and both have Wu blood, so His Majesty would probably agree. Besides, the child is only five days old and he needs his mother's company.
After figuring out the relationship, Nangong Yiyu said, "How about you and I go to the palace and ask His Majesty what he means?"
Zhuo Yixing looked at Nangong Yiyu suspiciously, "Are you sure you can convince His Highness Wu Dalang?"
Nangong Yiyu smiled broadly: "I don't need to convince Your Highness. As long as Your Majesty is willing, Your Highness Wu Dalang must ascend the throne!"
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Fu Xiaoguan gazed at the pitch-black Xuanwu Lake, thinking about the tragic scene. After a few dozen breaths, he unfolded the next page:
"On the fifth day of the first lunar month, at the hour of Shen, the left and right prime ministers met with Her Majesty in the Yangxin Palace. They explained Her Majesty's current health condition and suggested that Her Majesty abdicate.
After half an hour of deep thought, Her Majesty the Queen agreed to abdicate.
The Left Prime Minister Nangong Yiyu took out a box from under the plaque of the Yangxin Palace and opened it in front of the Right Prime Minister and His Majesty. Inside was an imperial edict of succession.
This was the imperial edict of succession left by Emperor Xuan when Fu Xiaoguan came to the Wu Dynasty, but it was not left to Fu Xiaoguan, but to Wu Dalang.
"The Emperor, by the Mandate of Heaven, summons you: I have pondered this for a long time. If I were to die unexpectedly, it would undoubtedly bring about a major upheaval in the Wu Dynasty. This humble official is new to the Wu Dynasty and has yet to experience state affairs. I have many questions about the situation, which would be detrimental to my conduct. Therefore, if I were to die, please respectfully welcome my brother, the eldest son of the Wu family, back to the country. He will succeed the throne, restore order, and restore peace to the land. This announcement shall be made to all the lands!"
"On the evening of the fifth day of the first lunar month, the two ministers, along with Zhou Tongtong, spent the entire night discussing matters with His Highness Wu Dalang. Finally, His Highness Wu Dalang agreed, and the next day, at a grand court meeting, he ascended the throne as emperor. He kept his reign title unchanged, calling himself Emperor Wu. He stripped Wu Zhao of all his status, conferred upon his son Wu Tianci the title of Prince Fu, and bestowed upon him Jinghu Villa, erected a gate lintel, and bestowed upon him a golden plaque, the inscription 'Prince Fu's Mansion.'"
This fat dad became the emperor?!
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly felt that life was indeed like a game of chess. Thinking of the fat man's frustrated expression as he sat on the dragon throne, he couldn't help but grin.
Putting down the letter in his hand, he looked at Eunuch Jia.
"So I am the father of that child?"
Eunuch Jia nodded awkwardly.
"Wu Ling'er... is she really my sister?"
"This matter... is yet to be investigated."
Fu Xiaoguan frowned, "What else is hidden here?"
"Your Highness, the Tianji Pavilion has found some clues in the prison where the Xiao family is being held."
"Xiao is dead?"
"Died at the hands of the Xi thieves."
"What clue?"
"A name."
"who?"
"Zhuo Bieli!"
The fact is, it was not just a name, but a sentence engraved on the prison wall: Zhuo Bieli, save me!
Zhou Tongtong's question is, Xiao is about to die, why would she hope that Zhuo Bieli would save her?
Zhuo Bieli was once the Grand Marshal of the Wu Dynasty. He resigned because of the assassination of Fu Xiaoguan by Zhuo and his group, and entered the holy ranks at Luomei Mountain.
In the last desperate moment, Xiao should have thought of her daughter Wu Linger to save her first, but she thought of Zhuo Bieli!
In Zhou Tongtong's opinion, this mess was probably another scandal. He was originally unwilling to investigate it, but in order to find out Wu Linger's identity and to make the origin of Prince Fu legitimate, he had to investigate and hoped that what he thought was true.
"Didn't the Fatty send me a letter?"
Eunuch Jia chuckled, "Emperor Wu only brought an oral order."
"How do you say it?"
"His Majesty said... when you've had enough fun, get back here!"
"...Is the fat guy's name really Wu Dalang?"
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