Shang Changze came to play with his nephew and also to discuss matters before and after the coronation ceremony with Shang Changge.
Xiao Li is a very well-behaved child. While the adults are talking, he sits quietly practicing his calligraphy.
Despite writing crooked and messy characters, I didn't get discouraged and practiced again and again.
The siblings discussed serious matters. After finishing their business, Shang Changze smiled at his nephew and brought up a matter that was giving him a headache.
"After the coronation ceremony, my maternal grandfather will probably join with the officials to petition me to establish an empress and select concubines. Now that the mourning period for my father and mother has ended, I really don't know what excuse I can use to refuse."
Shang Changze has no one he likes yet, and he is busy with the full implementation of Qingyan's plan to strengthen the country, so he has no extra time or interest to think about matters of the heart.
Shang Changge shrugged, unable to help. She didn't like to meddle in other people's emotional problems, including her own family.
Little Xiao Li, however, was a kind-hearted boy who was happy to help his uncle. He put down his brush, held the tea his mother handed him with both hands, and sipped it slowly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he had a good idea.
“Uncle, if they’re urging you, just tell them not to rush. Let them see my father. He was almost 29 when he married my mother. You’re still young, Uncle. Take your time.”
"If they keep urging you, Uncle, just say that you are going to unify the world and don't have time for romance right now. Romance should be put on hold."
Shang Changge: "?"
It would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised; she never expected her son to say something like wanting his emperor uncle to unify the world.
Shang Changze was also taken aback, but these words... resonated deeply with him! He picked up his mischievous little nephew and hugged him, praising him with a smile:
"These two ideas are really good. As a reward for Li'er, how about your uncle teaches you to write?"
Xiao Li shook his head and politely declined, "Thank you, Uncle, but it's no need. My father teaches me every day. I like my father's handwriting, and I want to learn from him."
Shang Changze raised an eyebrow, recalling Xiao Ji's handwriting. It was vigorous, powerful, and imposing—truly one of the finest calligraphic works among all the officials.
However, perhaps due to his years of leading troops in battle, Xiao Ji's calligraphy always exudes a sharp and murderous aura.
Shang Changze carefully examined his young nephew, who was still quite childish, and belatedly realized that he saw a microcosm of Xiao Ji in the little guy.
It's not in appearance but in the bones; similarly, there are some reflections of this in my younger sister.
Realizing this, Shang Changze's smile deepened. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and was already looking forward to what his little nephew would look like when he grew up.
Xiao Li, Xiao Li, Li is only one aspect.
He would only be complete if he also inherited his father's violent side and his mother's cold-heartedness, which flowed in his blood.
No one knows their children better than their parents.
Shang Changge already knew her son quite well, and after meeting Changsun Yanheng last night, she understood him even better.
Xiao Li, who was watching the interaction with the handsome younger brother with a smile, didn't even bother to delve into the matter of Tuanzi's surprising statement that her uncle, the emperor, should unify the world.
There's nothing to delve into; for her, words like "ambitious" and "ambitious" are never derogatory terms.
It doesn't matter if others insist on calling these words derogatory; she'll change the meaning.
Ambition? What ambition? That's clearly determination!
Is it good for a child to have ambition? Is it good for a person to have ambition?
good!
It couldn't be better!
Time flies.
On the day of Shang Changze's coronation ceremony, just as the Imperial Astronomical Bureau had predicted, the weather was clear and cloudless.
The majestic palace was bathed in golden sunlight. Inside the Hall of Sacrifices to Heaven, Shang Changze, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, was offering sacrifices to Heaven and Earth.
The Hall of Heaven Worship was built on a high place, with steps leading up to it one after another. The highest point symbolized the supreme imperial power!
under,
It consisted of civil and military officials, and a massive army.
Looking around, one could see officials dressed in court robes of different ranks, and soldiers in armor lined up in an orderly fashion.
Countless azure dragon banners fluttered fiercely in the gentle spring breeze! Everything exuded an aura of overwhelming power!
The emperors of dozens of vassal states watched all this with similar feelings.
There was fear, there was resentment...
These emotions are perfectly normal, but in the face of an absolutely powerful dynastic authority, all emotions will be crushed.
Surrender is the only option!
Today, Shang Changge, dressed in the palace attire of the eldest princess of Qingyan, was impeccably made up, exuding elegance and grace. Holding her son's hand, she stood at the foot of the stone steps of the sacrificial hall, in the position closest to the emperor.
At this moment, Shang Changge had only one thought in his mind: fate is truly wondrous!
He died and transmigrated into a novel, then successfully wiped out the main characters and became the ultimate winner. How could that not be amazing?
"Mother, Father is looking this way."
Little Xiao Li spoke very softly, knowing that today was a very important day for his uncle. Although he was worried that his mother could not hear him, he only gently shook his little hand that was holding his mother's hand.
Xiao Ji is not only Shang Changge's son-in-law but also Qingyan's Grand General, so on today's occasion, Xiao Ji should stand in his place.
After Shang Changge responded, she tightened her grip on Xiao Li's hand, while her eyes subtly glanced at Xiao Ji.
The three family members looked at each other, and a smile appeared on their faces. This smile was love—the love of a loving family.
Here, the emperor had finished his sacrifices to heaven and earth.
The Vice Minister of Rites, standing behind the Emperor, stepped forward, unfurled the imperial edict, and loudly proclaimed—
"By imperial decree, I... have received the mandate of Heaven... therefore today... I shall humbly examine myself, diligently... undertake great undertakings... and pray for the prosperity of our nation, and for its eternal glory!"
Shang Changze stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at his subjects.
The Vice Minister of Rites put away the imperial edict and shouted again, "Kneel!"
In an instant, a dense crowd of people knelt on the ground.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
After the kneeling and bowing ended, the earth-shaking sound of horns rose up everywhere!
That night, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the stars filled the heavens.
The palace banquet on the night of the emperor's enthronement ceremony was extremely grand, with the emperor and his ministers enjoying themselves together, and the palace and even the entire capital city were brightly lit!
The Imperial Palace, inside the palace.
The banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing. Civil and military officials, as well as officials from vassal states, exchanged toasts and polite greetings.
"Your Majesty, I would like to offer you a toast."
"Your Majesty, I toast you." "..."
Officials exchanged toasts and pleasantries, and so did monarchs.
The only difference was that officials moved around among themselves, while Shang Changze, the emperor who received tribute from all nations, always sat on the dragon throne.
Their social status immediately reveals their differences.
Today is Shang Changze's coronation ceremony, and naturally, there is a ritual of presenting congratulatory gifts. There are many gifts, and they are of various kinds.
Among them were gifts for beauties. Shang Changze had a handsome face that was both refined and elegant, and he also had the identity of the Qingyan Emperor. All the beauties who saw him secretly fell in love with him and sent him flirtatious glances.
Shang Changze ignored them all and refused them one by one. If he were to establish an empress and choose a consort, he would select from the children of Qingyan ministers, not from other countries.
It wasn't about bloodline; it was about being cautious. After all, who could guarantee that among the beauties presented by other countries weren't spies sent to assassinate him?
While everything has its risks, Shang Changze was not a womanizer, so he would avoid risks whenever possible.
Moreover, he has no plans to establish an empress or select concubines at the moment. As his nephew said, he is still young and there is no rush.
When it comes to matters of the heart, it's best to let things take their course, but there's a prerequisite: weighing the pros and cons. Just like the relationship between the elder sister and the general in the beginning, it also stemmed from weighing the pros and cons.
Shang Changze has always wanted to be a wise ruler, not a foolish one.
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