"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long, long live the emperor!"
Seeing Xiahou Jing wearing a gorgeous phoenix robe and sitting on the main seat, the rebellious ministers couldn't help but think to themselves: Since we have made such a choice, we must do our best to show ourselves in front of the new emperor in order to gain more appreciation and reuse.
So, this group of people who were used to currying favor with the powerful all kowtowed to the high and mighty Xia Hou Jing.
"My dear ministers, please stand up!" Xiahou Jing stared at Nalan Yunzhi with a smug look on her face, and at the same time raised her hand and waved gently, indicating that everyone should stand up.
At this moment, Xiahou Jing secretly sighed in his heart: No matter when and where, there are always some people who are willing to take risks and fight for the throne, and may even cause the whole family to be executed.
However, when one truly ascends this supreme throne, overlooking the world, the incomparable pleasure is truly intoxicating and irresistible. After all, only such a revered position is worthy of this king, no, I, my lofty ambitions and extraordinary wisdom...
However, when Xiahou Jing noticed that the "rebels," after entering Baohua Palace, had successfully taken control of the situation but hadn't carried out her orders, her expression instantly darkened. With a hint of irritation, she demanded, "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you quickly arrange the burial of the late Emperor and the late Princess?"
"Xiahou Jing, you are too naive!" At this moment, a cold voice full of sarcasm suddenly sounded in the hall.
Nalan Yunzhi, dressed in casual clothes, could not hide the pressure from her superiors. However, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing an extremely sarcastic smile. Then she slowly stretched out her hand and easily pushed away the extremely sharp blade across her neck.
"Although these two hundred thousand troops are temporarily under your command, they are all my subjects. How could they conspire with you to usurp the throne and commit such a heinous crime as the confiscation of property and the extermination of clans?"
Nalan Yunzhi raised his head and directed his sharp gaze at Xiahou Jing, who was sitting above him in a gorgeous phoenix robe, and at the civil and military officials who had betrayed their country and surrendered to the enemy. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
At the same time, the four rebels who had originally held sharp blades against Nalan Yunzhi's throat quickly lowered their heads, took a step back respectfully, and stood to the side of the hall.
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