The Taimiao Hall is wide and gloomy, with cigarette smoke, and the tablets are enshrined in deep niches, like hunters hiding in the shadows, but the power of these ghosts has expired today, and a group of people are making disrespectful actions under their gaze.

The door of the palace was open - this is a very rare situation, only two or three times a year - more than thirty eunuchs and palace maids were in two rows, blocking the door, looking at their expressions, like cattle and sheep about to be presented to the ancestors of the Great Chu, five Taimiao officials lay flat on the ground, muttering in their mouths, begging for forgiveness from ghosts and gods, and they dared not stop these intruders, and could not stop them.

The two princes sat side by side on the small round stool, with no blood on their faces. The Concubine Shangguan stood in front of them, reached out to hold the shoulders of a little palace maid, and listened to the reports of one messenger after another.

"More than 300 ministers gathered inside the Chuyang Gate and a large number of people gathered outside the gate."

"The ministers have rushed into the inner palace and are heading to the Queen Mother's bedroom."

"A group of ministers got the news from somewhere and went straight to Taimiao!"

The news came one after another, and the palace seemed to have become a battlefield, with enemies everywhere, getting closer and closer. The Emperor Shangguan Huang Concubine remained silent on her face. When facing any news, she simply said a word. When she had to answer, she had only one sentence: "The emperor's body was not cold, and the empress dowager was heartbroken. The ministers should be more considerate. You should keep a strict eye on the gate. Taimiao is the important place of the ancestors, so they dare not rush in."

King Donghai obviously had another opinion on these news. After listening to it, he would gently kick Han Ruzi with his feet to express his complacent feelings, but he did not dare to talk nonsense. The palace maid who held the box stood behind them, with great force. King Donghai became much more honest after being punched twice.

At dawn, the situation became even more urgent. It is said that the Empress Dowager's bedroom was surrounded by a group of old ministers. They knelt in the courtyard and cried loudly, mourning the three emperors who died within several years, so as to persuade the Empress Dowager to hand over the two princes as soon as possible. Another group of ministers rushed outside the gate of the Taimiao, knelt together and read an article in unison.

King Donghai showed joy on his face and regarded this as his victory. Han Ruzi was wondering why the Changshou Yang Feng disappeared? With such a brave eunuch, he should not hide under such circumstances.

In the entire hall, only the Emperor Shangguan Concubine remained completely calm and ordered others to stick to the door and not respond to the chanting sounds outside the hall.

"What are the ministers outside doing? Are they worshiping ancestors?" asked the eunuch Zuo Ji. He stayed with the imperial concubine, but did not share her calmness. His handsome face was paler than the two princes.

"This is a revelation or a manifesto." The Imperial Concubine said softly and listened carefully for a while. "The Great Water in Guandong, the Earthquake in Beijun, and the Fire in Changle Palace... They thought that the world was yin and yang disordered, and disasters occurred frequently, and the responsibility was all on the Empress Dowager and me."

"Nonsense!" Zuo Ji expressed his indignation with a trembling voice, "Does the Empress Dowager... have any other plans?"

The Imperial Concubine shook her head.

"Where is Jing Yao and Yang Feng? Didn't they both swear to persuade the ministers to withdraw? Why don't there be any news until now?"

The Imperial Concubine didn't even shake her head.

The sound of reciting outside the hall became louder and louder, and King Donghai became more courageous and whispered to Han Ruzi: "It's actually very simple. If you hand me over, or make me the emperor in the Taimiao, all the problems will be solved."

Zuo Ji ran to the door, hid behind the eunuch guarding the gate and looked out for a while, then ran back to the imperial concubine, "It's not a solution to continue like this. There are a few ministers outside who are my acquaintances. Let me talk to them, maybe they can withdraw from the Taimiao first."

"You?" The Imperial Concubine was a little surprised.

"I'm not very familiar either." Zuo Ji hurriedly changed his words, "You can just call each other's names. It's really unconventional to siege Taimiao. As long as you explain this, they should retreat. Really, have all the guards of the imperial city rebelled? They actually let the ministers break in."

"The guards are only obeying the emperor's will. Now that the throne is empty, they are naturally at a loss." The imperial concubine was not particularly surprised. She thought for a while and said, "You go, maybe it will be successful."

Zuo Ji bowed to the ground, turned around and ran out. When his figure disappeared, Donghai King sneered, "Zuo Ji Mingzhe protects himself, he is going to run away."

The Imperial Concubine looked at the King of East China Sea, and a smile appeared on her face, but she said nothing and turned around.

King Donghai could only show off to Han Ruzi, "If you want to be an emperor, you must be a little more sensible than others, and you must be able to see the small things."

Han Ruzi nodded, with only one hope in his heart that things could end soon, and then he could leave the palace and return to his mother. To be honest, this time he entered the palace, his impression was worse than that of a month he had lived in a short time ago.

King Donghai seemed to have guessed correctly, Zuo Ji never came back, and the sound of reciting outside did not weaken at all.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the hall was not so gloomy. King Donghai stood up and shouted: "What are you waiting for? When I become emperor, I will pardon everyone, and the Shangguan family will receive many rewards."

The palace maid holding the box without saying a word, and pulled the King of Donghai back to the round stool with one hand as if he was carrying a chicken.

"Let me go, I'm going to be the emperor soon...Oh." The King of Donghai didn't dare to struggle, glared at the palace maid, and regarded him as the first enemy to be killed after ascending the throne.

The imperial concubine turned around and faced the two princes, "Sorry, let you experience these things. The emperor is also a human being. When making housework, it is not much different from ordinary people. It is just that there are more people involved. No matter which of you proclaims emperor, you have the opportunity to correct all this and restore the dignity of the royal family."

"'No matter which one'?" King Donghai could not control the doubts and anger in his heart. "Only I deserve the throne, Imperial Concubine, you should know this, right? The Cui family would never agree to let the Ruzi be the emperor. Look at his name, how did he look like the Emperor of Chu? What is your Shangguan family going to do? Do you want to make the world turmoil?"

Han Ruzi sat there motionless. The imperial concubine smiled at him and was about to speak when an eunuch guarding the gate shouted: "Attack!"

Until this moment, the imperial concubine's face finally changed slightly. The reason why she was able to defend the Taimiao was not because of the large number of people, but because of the ministers' awe of the Han ancestors. Once the taboo was broken, she and the Empress Dowager would be defeated.

The palace maid guarding the prince opened the wooden box, took out a short sword, placed the box on the ground, and strode to the imperial concubine. The King of Donghai shut up and hoped that the ministers would be more determined this time and not repeat the mistakes of Dongqing Gate.

The two rows of eunuchs guarding the gate and the palace maids collapsed as soon as they clashed. Several people strode across the threshold. The palace maids' legs bent slightly, and they had to block the enemies by their own strength.

"Put down the sword, it's me!" Yang Feng stood at the door, facing the sunlight, and followed by five or six followers. This was the second deep impression he left on Han Ruzi, which was exactly the opposite of the first coldness.

The palace maid looked back at the imperial concubine, took her sword and returned to her original position.

Yang Feng stepped forward to the imperial concubine and said calmly: "After the negotiation is completed, the memorial will be drafted immediately. Once the new emperor ascended the throne, he will be able to stamp the imperial seal immediately."

"What's the matter?" Donghai asked loudly, without an answer.

The imperial concubine breathed a sigh of relief, "You can't be careless, has the Grand Sima of the Southern Army handed over the seal?"

"It's going on, Mr. Jing is staring at this."

King Donghai was even more confused, "South Army Grand Marshal Cui Hong is my uncle, why did he hand over the seal?" Still no one answered, he suddenly realized, "So that's it. The Shangguan family wants to be the Southern Army Grand Marshal. My uncle agreed. In exchange, I can become the emperor!"

Still no one responded. Han Ruzi raised her head and looked at Yang Feng. Although his mother said she would not trust anyone, he was full of confidence in the eunuch. Something was about to come to him, but he thought, but couldn't tell whether he really hoped that.

Someone ran into the hall again. This time it was Zuo Ji, full of sweat. "The ministers agreed to compromise and are withdrawing from the Taimiao in an orderly manner!"

"I'm sorry, Zuo Gong." The Imperial Concubine said, Zuo Ji smiled and took out a towel and wiped the sweat beads on his face, looking relieved.

King Donghai kept muttering that he was about to become the emperor, and cast threatening eyes at the palace maid holding the sword. The palace maid was not afraid at all, glanced at him and remained alert.

About half an hour later, when King Donghai was sitting and standing, he was about to endure it. Jing Yao finally came. As soon as he entered the hall, he knelt down to the imperial concubine and the two princes, "The Empress Dowager has an order to immediately respect the new emperor in the Taimiao. The ancestors have spirits, and God bless the Great Chu."

Donghai King laughed a few times, jumped to the ground, ready to accept the title of honor.

"Abide by the order." The Imperial Concubine said, walking forward a few steps, turning around, kneeling down to the prince, and the palace maid holding the sword also knelt down, and placed the sword in her hand on the ground.

"Will it be a little too simple? There will be a formal ceremony in the future, right?" asked Donghai King.

"Prince Song asked to worship his ancestors and ancestors." Yang Feng said.

"Where did Prince Song come from? I am Han Shu, the King of Donghai." King of Donghai turned his head and looked at Han Ruzi, and suddenly realized, "This is impossible. My mother and several uncles will not agree... Jing Yao, you said that I will definitely be the emperor, so I went to the palace with you."

Jing Yao crawled on the ground and said coldly: "I don't remember saying such things."

The palace maid came over quietly, grabbed the arm of Donghai, and forced him to kneel down. In the hall, only Han Ruzi was still sitting on a round stool, as if she was shocked.

After waiting for a while, Yang Feng walked forward, came to the bench, and whispered: "Your Majesty must worship the ancestors first and then ascend the throne."

"I want my mother to enter the palace." Han Ruzi finally spoke.

Yang Feng squeezed out a smile and said in a lower voice: "It's not the time."

"Then what can I do?"

"What does Your Majesty want to do?" Yang Feng asked.

Han Ruzi looked around and pointed at the King of Donghai who was forced to kneel on the ground and struggling dissatisfiedly, "I want him to stay in the palace."

"As your Majesty wishes."

"I won't stay, I'm going home!" King Donghai cried, hating everyone in the palace.

Han Ruzi sat on the stool but still didn't move. Yang Feng turned around and looked at the Imperial Concubine. The Imperial Concubine nodded and took the lead in retreating to the door. Others, including the King of East China Sea, also retreated. Only Yang Feng was still kneeling in front of the stool and looked up at the thirteen-year-old prince, "Your Majesty has anything to say to the old slave."

Han Ruzi said: "Will I be killed?"

Yang Feng was stunned and pretended not to understand, "Everyone will die."

“I mean ‘killed’.”

Yang Feng could no longer pretend to be confused and asked awkwardly: "Your Majesty... Why did you have such an idea?"

Han Ruzi looked at Donghai King at the door, "Everyone has their own advantages, my advantage - no one cares after being killed, right?"

Yang Feng was shocked. Everyone misread the prince. This would bring many variables and even bloody storms to the court that finally recovered from stability. He regretted it and should not have recommended Han Ruzi with all his might, but there was no way out.

"The emperor will not be killed." Yang Feng said, "The real emperor will not."
Chapter completed!