surnamed Wang

In the imperial palace and the imperial garden, Wang Siheng was sitting in the pavilion wearing a dragon robe. It had been seven or eight days since he entered the capital, and preparations for the enthronement ceremony were in order.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Liu is already waiting outside." The imperial eunuch whispered.

"Let him in."

Wang Siheng, who was already determined to succeed the throne, smoothed his clothes and knew that he would inevitably be scolded.

Not long after, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a navy blue gown appeared in the imperial garden. It was Liu Muqing, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who was still named the "chief minister" in the court.

Liu Muqing did not die on the battlefield because of Wang Siheng's rebellion, and he never even left the capital. His weight was greater than that of the other generals and their families combined. I don't know what Wang Yijing was thinking.

The first thing King Wu did when he entered the city was to ask the Wolf Guard about Liu Muqing. After learning that he was imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, he was in trouble for a while.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally did not meet this old friend. He just sent someone to take him home to take care of him.

King Wu was handsome when he was young, but gradually lost his appearance as he got older. Liu Shouzai was just the opposite. He had a plain appearance when he was young, but he grew a beard when he was older, and he had a certain maturity and stability that is unique to middle-aged men.

It's no wonder that all the matchmakers in the capital went to Liu's Mansion, and the ones they introduced were all young ladies from wealthy families, ranging from hairpins to their prime.

When she saw Wang Siheng, Liu Muqing did not show off her face or curse as expected, but instead followed the rules and bowed as a courtier.

"Your Majesty, Liu Muqing, is here to see His Majesty the Emperor."

This incident made Wang Siheng unable to deal with it. He waved his hand and said:
"You and I don't need to be polite."

Liu Muqing stood up again, bowed and lowered his hands, lowering his head slightly, as if ready to listen to the teachings.

When Wang Siheng saw him like this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding:
"You kid, are you deliberately taunting me?"

"I don't dare. I wonder what important matter your Majesty summoned me to?"

The Confucian scholar's answer was still stiff.

Wang Siheng knew the literati's bad temper and was too lazy to get along with him, so he said bluntly:
"I won't say more to be polite, but are you willing to continue to be your chief assistant in the new dynasty?"

"Back to Your Majesty, I am already old, and I am afraid that I may have more ambition than strength. I would like to take this opportunity to go into seclusion today. I hope Your Majesty will allow you to do so."

After hearing this, King Wu finally couldn't help but stand up, pointed at the opponent's nose and cursed:

"Damn it, you just had a second wife last year, you were as young as a flower, and this year you gave birth to a pair of big, fat boys. It doesn't look like you have more than enough ambition but not enough energy."

Hearing this, Liu Muqing knelt down on the ground again, leaning over without raising his head.

Wang Siheng felt sulky alone for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, waved his hands and said:

"That's all, I didn't expect you at all. I'll give you a thousand acres of fertile land and thirty servants. Go back to your hometown and rest in peace."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

The latter bowed respectfully and stood up to leave. Wang Siheng stopped him again, hesitated and said:

"Before you leave, you have to say goodbye to Mu Jin. She is your biological sister. Don't let this happen again."

"The grass people know."

……

After the Confucian scholar left, Wang Siheng closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said:

"Invite Wang Zhaoqi."

The former emperor appeared in front of the current emperor dressed in civilian clothes. His remaining dignity prevented him from saluting or kneeling.

Wang Siheng waved his hand and retreated from the surrounding area, and said straight to the point:

"Why are Liu Muqing left alone?"

"What does the emperor think?"

"I'm sure I didn't let him make me angry. I said you were not suitable to be the emperor before, which is somewhat exaggerated. It's really amazing that you can endure that guy for so many years." The young man didn't have much feeling about whether this was a joke or a joke. He looked at it visually. The front said:

"My nephew said that he would leave a big gift for the emperor's uncle."

"It's a bit hot, but it can't be called a gift. Is this all you can do?"

"Even though the emperor's uncle was just watching, my nephew was completely defeated, but he also realized that unless a person has a clear conscience, sooner or later the things he has done will come back to him."

Wang Siheng frowned when he heard this. He had indeed done a lot of bad things, but he didn't know which one the other party was talking about, and asking would have no results. He simply didn't think about it and said bluntly:
"In the morning meeting in a few days, will you tell the world as promised?"

The young man looked at the five-clawed golden dragon on the man's chest and said calmly:
"Since my nephew has agreed, he will keep his word. Even if I keep silent, it will not affect the emperor's uncle from sitting on the throne and obeying the emperor's uncle's arrangements. At least the lives of our mother and son can be saved."

"I really didn't realize that you are still a filial son."

"Uncle Emperor, if there is nothing else, my nephew will leave first."

Wang Zhaoqi, like Liu Muqing, always had a cold face. Wang Siheng looked panicked and waved his hand.

After the other party left, King Wu's face became gloomy for a while, and finally he ordered:

"Send a message to General Conquer the North to come over."

……

Time flies for three days.

In the morning, the civil and military ministers lined up on both sides of the main hall. The military generals who had always been suppressed were all arrogant today. The first few were even wearing armor and carrying swords, which made the atmosphere extremely tense.

"His Majesty is here!"

A sharp voice sounded, and a young man in a dragon robe appeared on the steps. The civil servants all knelt on the ground. As soon as they shouted "Long live my emperor", several of them couldn't restrain their tears.

On the other hand, among the generals, not only did no one kneel down, but many of them had sarcastic expressions on their faces. If it hadn't been for an important day, they might even have made harsh remarks like "pretentiousness".

The atmosphere became increasingly weird, and the sharp voice sounded again:
"King Wu is here!"

Wang Siheng, who was wearing a purple python robe, appeared in the main hall. This time, the generals knelt down without hesitation. The sound of armor hitting the ground was connected, and the cold and forbidding aura made the others tremble.

"My lord, long live my emperor!"

The generals did not shy away from kneeling down to worship their real king, and their shouts were several degrees higher than those of the civilian officials. It seemed to be a demonstration, and it seemed to be done deliberately for the young people on the dragon throne to see.

Wang Zhaoqi looked calm and said slowly:
"Since I came to the throne, I have been diligent in government affairs and have not slept at night. Unfortunately, due to my limited ability, the territory of my dynasty has been invaded by foreign tribes repeatedly. I am exhausted both physically and mentally, so I decided to choose a virtuous person to take the Zen position.

Siheng, the king of Wu, was good at conquering and fighting, and made great contributions to our government. He was also kind and kind, and was deeply loved by the people.I thought about it again and again, and decided to follow the example of Yao and Shun, give way to the emperor's uncle, and tell the world here. "

After the young emperor finished speaking, he stood up and placed the prepared edict in King Wu's hands. Seeing this, the officials in the palace once again shouted long live.

The new emperor took off his python robe and replaced it with a dragon robe. He sat on the dragon chair and looked at the people below, feeling an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

The issuance of the imperial edict is just a formality, and tomorrow will be the real enthronement ceremony.

Wang Zhaoqi, who "sent away" the throne with his own hands, walked down the steps step by step and stopped when he passed by Wang Yijing.

"I didn't expect it to make you turn over."

"This is all thanks to His Majesty... Oh, sorry, I almost forgot, you are no longer the emperor."

Wang Yijing smiled brightly.

Wang Zhaoqi looked at him deeply and said nothing. He carried the cloth and left the hall that could no longer accommodate him.

Wang Yijing watched the other party leave with a smile on his face, then looked up at the man on the dragon chair, who shook his head helplessly.

Yesterday, Wang Siheng specifically told the other party that no matter how much Wang Zhaoqi said something to him, he should not act impulsively. I thought he was young and energetic, so he might not be able to listen, and I didn't want to be so calm.

... (end of this chapter)