"Yunyang, what do you mean by this? How can such an important matter be decided so hastily?"
Song Yunyang looked at Chen Zhennan with eyes full of respect and trust.
"Chen Zhennan, do not refuse. If you become emperor, you will surely lead the Great Yan to prosperity. Moreover, you have made outstanding military achievements and always lead from the front in every battle, which is evident to all. It is the trend of the times, and I will help you lay the foundation."
Below the stage, the more than 200,000 soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty, upon hearing Song Yunyang's words, were as if they had been frozen in place, instantly turning to stone.
Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.
Previously, Chen Zhennan had promised to let Song Yunyang ascend the throne, but now that Song Yunyang has returned, she says that she wants Chen Zhennan to die.
The soldiers of the Great Yan held Song Yunyang in high esteem, regarding her as a deity, and could not easily accept this unexpected turn of events.
The army was in an uproar, with many soldiers raising questions.
"Marshal, what do you mean by this? We respect you and follow you!"
"That's right, Marshal! What's going on? How can Chen Zhennan be worthy of being our emperor?"
"Marshal, although Chen Zhennan has some ability, we soldiers of Great Yan only respect you. Such a double-dealing is absolutely unacceptable!"
Looking at these excited soldiers, Song Yunyang felt a pang of reluctance, but she was well aware of the general trend of the world.
"Gentlemen, please listen to me. The world is in great chaos, just like the time of 'turbulent times.' In this chaotic world, only Chen Zhennan has the talent and strategy to pacify the world. This is the will of Heaven. Those who follow Heaven will prosper, and those who defy Heaven will perish. We must follow the trend so that the Great Yan can take advantage of the situation and rise to the top!"
However, the soldiers were not easily persuaded, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere still permeated the army.
Some people gripped their weapons tightly, as if they were about to stage a military coup if Song Yunyang persisted.
Seeing this, Song Yunyang felt a chill run down her spine. She remained firm and showed no intention of backing down.
“My mind is made up. You have all heard of Chen Zhennan’s abilities. He is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, and wherever he goes, the enemy forces are routed. If our Great Yan wants to gain a foothold in this chaotic world, we must rely on this man!”
Chen Zhennan stood aside, quietly watching everything. Although he didn't care about the throne, he couldn't help but feel moved when he saw Song Yunyang standing up against all odds.
Song Yunyang turned around, looked at Chen Zhennan with a hint of ambiguity in her eyes, and said softly, "Don't hesitate. In the current situation, you are indispensable."
Chen Zhennan nodded slightly and then walked to the front of the formation. In that instant, the entire army fell silent, and all eyes were focused on him.
Chen Zhennan showed no affectation whatsoever; there was no point in saying more now that things had come to this.
He found a set of armor and quickly put it on. The armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The great martial god of war had returned.
The moment he donned his armor, the tense and oppressive atmosphere seemed to ease somewhat.
Seeing his heroic and dashing appearance, the soldiers' resistance towards him lessened somewhat. After all, he exuded an undeniable aura of authority and confidence that was awe-inspiring to all.
Chen Zhennan ascended the throne on the battlefield without a grand ceremony or a magnificent dragon robe; he simply appeared in armor.
But for some reason, this simple gesture inexplicably brought him and Dajun closer together.
Whispers began to circulate among the soldiers. The anger and resentment on the faces of those who had initially been staunchly opposed gradually faded, replaced by a sense of resigned acceptance.
Seeing all this, Song Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.
That night, in the large tent, only Chen Zhennan and Wu Yunyin sat facing each other.
"Are you satisfied now?" Song Yunyang suddenly asked.
Chen Zhennan was taken aback by the question and asked in return, "What do you mean by that?"
"You killed Jiang Wenyu and even made Yunming call you brother-in-law. You were just waiting for me to come back and clear your name, weren't you?"
Chen Zhennan was slightly taken aback, then smiled knowingly.
"It seems you understand me quite well, Yunyang. I'm not doing this to hide anything from you. If you can't see through my intentions, then I'll..."
"So you want me to ascend the throne? Chen Zhennan, you underestimate me. A person's reputation is far more powerful than mine as emperor."
Chen Zhennan listened with some emotion, tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
"If Wu Yunyin had half your sense of propriety, her dynasty might still be able to continue. Since you've seen through me, I won't hide it anymore. There's something you need to do for me."
Song Yunyang nodded slightly, waiting for Chen Zhennan to continue.
"I want you to take my money and supplies, build bridges and roads, and provide disaster relief to the victims. In my name, Chen Zhennan, I will help the world and save lives."
Song Yunyang first opened her eyes wide, but after a moment she frowned slightly.
"Chen Zhennan, I have nearly 300,000 troops under my command, and you want me to go on disaster relief? What are you thinking?"
Chen Zhennan waved his hand and held up one finger.
“Your army cannot be mobilized casually. You yourself said that this is my foundation. The requirements for disaster relief are free assistance to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and hiring the strong and healthy to make a living and survive through their own labor.”
In fact, Chen Zhennan's idea was very simple: to reduce the unemployment rate as much as possible without letting people starve to death.
But in this day and age, the unemployment rate is impossible to calculate, and Chen Zhennan knows very well that in times of war, the unemployment rate will definitely remain high.
Song Yunyang nodded thoughtfully, gradually understanding Chen Zhennan's meaning.
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