Chapter 197 The Emperor's Last Will

A high-pitched singing and shouting sounded outside, and at this moment, it was like a thunder, making the monarchs and ministers in the palace feel a strong pressure at the same time.

And when the tall and tall figure of the regent appeared in the palace, this pressure reached its highest point in an instant.

The mysterious black robes, golden python pattern, and cold face outline the solemn majesty and courage of the regent, making people intimidated.

The ministers all knelt down and shouted loudly and deafeningly: "I am here to see the regent. The regent is a thousand years old!"

Rong Yu said nothing, his eyebrows as cold as snow.

Rong Chuyun's pupils shrank, and he sat on the dragon chair without saying a word. His eyes were fixed on the young man walking step by step in front of him, and his hands holding the dragon chair tightened little by little...

Rong Yu walked to the front steps of the palace, paused slightly, and then climbed up the steps.

"Uncle!" The emperor's cold voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of tension and a trace of uneasiness that he was not aware of, as if to remind the regent of his transgression.

Although the regent holds the power of regency, he is often absent from the morning court discussions. When he attends the morning court, he usually stands at the front of the ministers, standing at the foot of the palace steps, and never steps beside the dragon throne.

Regardless of whether he disdains standing with the emperor or has always had an attitude of not caring about it, today is the first time he has set foot in a field he has never been to in the morning, and this move directly led to Rong Chuyun's gaffe.

Rong Yu ignored him, his steps were steady and his demeanor was calm. His handsome face, as finely crafted by heaven, seemed to be born with a layer of frost, so cold that it was biting.

Rong Chuyun was almost sitting on pins and needles.

The chief steward beside the emperor couldn't help but knelt down, lowering his head and not daring to raise it.

Rong Yu walked to the dragon chair and turned around. Qingyang, who followed his master closely, directly moved another king's chair from the back hall. A chair that usually required several people to lift was easily moved by him alone. This is undoubtedly Another shock.

Rong Yu lifted up his robe and sat down on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair. His slow and leisurely look seemed inconsistent with his cold and indifferent expression. The palace was so quiet that there was a sense of death. He was so quiet. In Rong Chuyun's eyes, such behavior will only create more uneasiness that makes the muscles and bones of the whole body tense.

"Have you finished discussing the affairs of the morning court?" He finally spoke, his voice as cold as snow, but he seemed to have forgotten that the ministers were still kneeling in the hall, so he asked.

If he didn't scream, the civil and military officials would naturally have no choice but to continue kneeling.

What about the morning meeting?

This morning, in order to wait for the regent, nothing was really discussed. After all, when everyone was on tenterhooks, who was still in the mood to discuss matters?

"To the Regent, to the Emperor." An old man among the ministers stood up slowly, walked to the center of the hall, and knelt down again, "Old ministers are old and often feel incompetent in doing things, so today I am resigning from the Imperial Palace. As for Fu, I can rest behind closed doors and hope for the regent’s approval and the emperor’s approval.”

The ministers were surprised.

Taifu Wen wants to resign as Taifu?

why is that?

"Teacher." Rong Chuyun's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect this, "What does this mean?"

"That's right." Rong Yu said in a calm tone, "Mr. Wen has worked hard for Zhou Dynasty for decades, and it is indeed time for him to rest. It is said that Wen Ling, the young master of the Wen family, has outstanding talents and dignified conduct, and I intend to let him be my attendant. , I wonder what Taifu’s wishes are for me to inherit the mantle of Grand Tutor and continue to honor the Wen family?”

The ministers suddenly shuddered.

Rong Chuyun turned to look at Rong Yu and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Uncle Huang——"

"Old minister, I would like to thank the regent for his kindness." Taifu Wen kowtowed and thanked him, "Ling'er has little talent and little knowledge. It is an honor for him to be promoted by the regent. I can only ask for it."

The hearts of the ministers sank.

Is the regent deliberately suppressing Taifu Wen, or is he taking this opportunity to control the Wen family in his own hands?

The regent reads?

They had only heard of the title of Prince's Attendant and Prince's Attendant, but they had never heard of the title of Regent's Attendant. Moreover, Taifu Wen was also a veteran of the cabinet and the teacher of the current emperor. This time he actually treated him so straightforwardly. The regent's suppression and compromise? Isn't this a slap in the emperor's face?

There was silence in the court hall.

Taifu Wen took off his imperial crown and robes on the spot, kowtowed solemnly and bowed before resigning respectfully.

"Uncle Emperor." Rong Chuyun's face was as gloomy as if he was about to drip, "Teacher Wen has devoted his entire life to Sheji——"

"Your Majesty wants to retain Mr. Wen?" Rong Yu said indifferently.

Rong Chuyun gritted his teeth: "Shouldn't I keep you?"

"The emperor's love makes me ashamed, but I have made up my mind and can only live up to the emperor's expectations." After speaking, Taifu Wen bowed and left the hall.

The whole hall was filled with dead silence.

Rong Chuyun's face turned cold and pale.

Rong Yu looked around and said casually: "I have something important to announce today."

As soon as the words fell, the ministers immediately spoke: "Your Majesty, you are here to listen!"

Rong Chuyun sat on the dragon chair like a puppet, feeling like a real puppet for the first time.

"There is a copy of the late emperor's edict behind the plaque in the main hall." Rong Yu was thunderous when he spoke, "Qingyang, take it out."

The ministers were in an uproar. Did the late emperor leave an edict?

"Uncle!" Rong Chuyun stood up suddenly, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger. "Did your father ever leave any edicts? Uncle, please don't rely on your overwhelming power to talk nonsense here!"

Qingyang jumped up and took down the edict from behind the plaque in the main hall.

"Give it to Chen Zongguan to have a look." Rong Yu ordered, his voice was calm and calm, revealing the aloofness and coldness of being in control of everything, "Chen De, you have served the late emperor before, take a look at whether this is the handwriting of the late emperor? After reading it, give it to the cabinet ministers to check whether there are any signs of forgery in the will?"

Qingyang handed the will to Chen De.

Chen De took it tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and unfolded the will with trembling hands. When he saw the contents of the will clearly, his face turned pale, and he instantly wished that he had never been in this world.

At this time, the ministers felt like their hearts were lifted up and placed on a burning charcoal fire, which was a kind of torture.

"The late emperor's will, pass... pass the throne to the third prince Rong, Rong Chuyun, to inherit the throne, and let the emperor's younger brother Rong... Rong, Rong Rongyu be the regent..."

The ministers were puzzled. Isn't this the late emperor's edict of succession?

Chen De's voice trembled more and more, almost shaking like a sieve: "If...if...if the emperor is incompetent, the regent has...has the right to depose the emperor, and, and...establish a new emperor..."

What?

The ministers were shocked.

This will has a few more sentences than the edict of succession, which means that the regent has the right to depose the emperor?

But they...how come they don't know?

"This is impossible!" Rong Chuyun's face was terribly pale, and the panic in his eyes could almost be seen in his pale face, "This is impossible! Father never said there was a will!"