Chapter 392 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (3)
Only at that time, He Liming, who was only 10 years old, stayed in the villa.
The light of fire cannot hide hatred.
——He will take back everything that belongs to him.
The Yongning Marquisate was clearly loyal to the imperial court, but this emperor confiscated their property and exterminated their entire clan on the false charge of treason. How unfair it was!
How could such a disgusting person be worthy of being an emperor and in charge of the huge Ning Dynasty?
Since ancient times, the throne of emperor should be held by talented people, rather than being occupied by incompetent people like this.
Since the emperor was incompetent and accused them of treason, He Liming decided to overthrow the dynasty and take control of the world himself.
He Liming has been enduring for many years. He not only wants to clear the grievances of the Yongning Marquis' Mansion, but also wants to let the descendants of the Yongning Marquis ascend the throne and become the masters of the world.
However, the situation in the court was extremely turbulent. With his gorgeous appearance and ruthless methods, he caught the emperor's eye and became the ninth prince, second only to the emperor and the leader of the Jinyiwei.
But this is still far from enough.
In front of him is the young Prime Minister Wen Xingzhi who is in control of the government, and behind him is the general Wang who holds a large army and is watching closely.
He Liming had seen countless times in memorials the sharp, pointed comments of Prime Minister Wen Xingzhi, each word hitting the mark.
The ink on General Wang Chiyunjian's military report was not yet dry, and the words between the lines revealed his disdain for imperial power.
He Liming sneered and also felt sad.
This foolish and incompetent king monopolized the title of king, but did not even have an ounce of power in his hands.
So this only little princess...
It is also He Liming's last trump card.
This was something that neither Wen Xingzhi nor Chi Yunjian knew.
He would have won them over—reached that position.
Inside the bedroom, the candlelight flickered in the wind, distorting the shadow on the dragon couch.
The emperor's withered fingers tightly grasped He Liming's sleeve. A faint light ignited in his turbid pupils. His hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing repeatedly on rough wood: "Then quickly... send her over..."
Before he could finish his words, the blood foam rising in his throat blocked his airway. He twitched violently, and the brocade quilt embroidered with gold dragon patterns was torn into messy folds.
He Liming looked down expressionlessly at the scene of the dying struggle.
The corners of his mouth finally rose, forming a sarcastic arc.
The twelve years of forbearance, the countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning, finally came to an end at this moment.
The emperor's chest gradually stopped rising and falling, and his wide-open eyes seemed to still be stuck in the astonishment of the last moment, but He Liming just coldly shook off the stiff hand, as if throwing away a piece of disgusting rotten meat.
The flame on the gilded candlestick suddenly shot up, illuminating the fierce look on He Liming's face.
He walked slowly to the desk and gently spread out the bright yellow imperial edict. He picked up the pen with an elegant and calm movement, and when the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, a slight "swish" sound was heard.
As He Liming painted, the ink quickly spread across the rice paper.
When the last stroke was made, He Liming stamped the jade seal without hesitation.
The dull "dong" sound echoed in the silent bedroom.
It is the death knell for the old dynasty, announcing the end of an epoch.
He Liming rolled up the imperial edict, and the golden threads on his robe flowed with his movements, like the scales on a dormant poisonous snake.
As he turned around, the scarlet shark silk handle of the Embroidered Spring Sword brushed heavily against the Panlong Pillar. The harsh sound broke the dead silence and startled everyone in the hall.
He deliberately stretched out his words, his voice filled with an indescribable sinisterness: "Your Majesty has passed away..."
The death knell rang loudly, and the dull sound waves hit everyone's eardrums.
The night owl on the eaves was startled, and its black wings swept across the window lattice, casting a mottled shadow on He Liming's charming face, as if it were a messenger from hell.
The concubines in the hall knelt on the ground like frightened birds. Their gorgeous palace dresses were spread on the blue brick floor, but they could not hide the fear in their eyes.
Some people trembled, covered their mouths, and sobbed silently;
Some people stared at their nail-painted fingertips with empty eyes. The bright colors of the past seemed particularly ironic now.
They all knew very well that since they had no children, this fate was already predetermined.
Now that His Majesty has passed away, I'm afraid all that awaits them is the cold burial pit.
He Liming walked down the stairs step by step with the imperial edict, ignoring the concubines kneeling on the ground in the hall.
No matter how glorious you were before, it all turned into nothing.
At the end of the stairs, Prime Minister Wen Xingzhi was standing there quietly with his hands folded in his sleeves, as if waiting for something, with an elusive smile on his gentle face.
General Chi Yunjian was wearing black armor, and the sword at his waist was flashing with cold light, revealing a cold murderous aura.
The two men stood on the left and the right, like two stone beasts guarding the gate.
Among all the civil and military officials in the court, only the two of them were standing.
Even when facing the emperor's funeral, they did not kneel down.
Despite their nonchalant attitude, no one dared to criticize or blame them in the slightest.
"Prime Minister Wen, General Chi, please give in." He Liming's voice rang out in the silent night sky. He stopped at the last step, his amber pupils reflecting the waning moon on the palace wall, and the corners of his lips curled up with a vicious mockery.
He held the imperial edict high in his hand, and the pearl tassels swayed gently in the night breeze.
"From today on, the Ning family's kingdom..." A fierce wind whistled past, blowing up his crane cloak and revealing the black jade and ruby belt around his waist, "will have a new owner."
The night wind blew, and Wen Xingzhi's wide sleeves were gently lifted. He was only a young man, but he was already wearing a crimson prime minister's official robe, with the hem embroidered with gold thread and the pattern of surging sea water and river cliffs.
The young man's face was like a finely carved jade, his eyes and brows as clear as the moon between pines, but he happened to be born with a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned corners. When his eyes moved, they seemed to hide thousands of calculations and strategies.
Prime Minister Wen, who is so wise that he is almost a demon, always has a faint smile on his lips. This smile is three parts gentleness and seven parts alienation, making it difficult to understand his true thoughts and emotions.
"His Majesty has just passed away. Where is Eunuch He going?" His voice was clear when he spoke, but the ending tone carried an oppressive feeling that could not be ignored. He made no secret of his mockery of He Liming.
Even though He Liming was the leader of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the respected Nine Thousand Years Old, in Wen Xingzhi's eyes, he was just a eunuch.
Moreover, he was a eunuch with sinister means and cruel heart.
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