Chapter 360: Coronation Ceremony

He has not yet taken full power. Not to mention that the Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry is ready to move, even his brothers have been secretly trying to do something.

If he really went to Dongling at this time, I wonder if the uncle would directly expose him.

Prince Yun has a strong desire to survive.

He feels that although it is tempting to join in the fun, his own life is obviously more important.

With this thought, he honestly put his mind to it and discussed government affairs with Qi Lin and Wen Ling seriously.

It was the middle of winter in the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was so cold that people shivered.

Fortunately, the weather was good. Except for a little snow in late November, the weather was sunny and cloudless since the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and finally ushered in the most important day of the twelfth lunar month, the ninth day.

Well, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Princess Feng’s birthday, but the birthday is far less important to the royal family than the coronation ceremony. Considering that Princess Feng is already five months pregnant, the clan members think it is not appropriate to be too tired, so they held a simple and warm family banquet for her birthday.

Rong Yu and Nan Xi had no objection to this.

They didn't need to make a big fuss at the birthday banquet, not to mention that the coronation ceremony was on the day after the birthday. The grand and prominent ceremony was the best blessing for the birthday.

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month was auspicious and everything was going well.

Princess Feng's coronation ceremony, the emperor's title was Ronghua, Rong Yu was appointed as the emperor's husband and regent, with the power to make decisions on state affairs, and he and the empress ruled Dongling together, and a general amnesty was issued.

As soon as the decree came out, the world was shocked.

At dawn, all the palace servants were already busy, helping Princess Feng and the regent change their robes, comb their hair and put on their makeup.

The ten-mile red carpet covered the ground, extending directly from the imperial road of the imperial city to the priest's hall.

According to the Dongling custom, the first procedure of the coronation ceremony is that the emperor-to-be bathes and changes clothes in the palace, then sets out from the palace in full dress, rides the dragon chariot to the priest's hall, and accepts the worship and witnesses of thousands of subjects in the imperial capital along the way. After entering the priest's hall, he burns incense and serves the gods accompanied by the high priest and all the priest servants, accepts the sacred duties and powers bestowed by the gods, and completes the procedures of the priest's hall step by step, and then returns to the palace, and ascends the treasure hall under the witness of civil and military officials to accept the worship of all officials.

Although it sounds simple, the process is extremely cumbersome, and each step has very strict requirements. After a whole day of tossing, only fatigue is left. Fortunately, Nan Xi is pregnant and has a little advantage. Many links that require kneeling are exempted openly-the royal family and the officials responsible for presiding over the ceremony were not prepared for how much cooperation the queen can have.

With a doting and overbearing regent, they learned to be smart early on. Instead of letting the regent interfere in the ceremony, it is better to exempt Her Majesty from all the kneeling parts in advance to avoid disputes and spoiling the atmosphere.

It is just that kneeling is required after burning incense in the priest's hall.

The Dongling subjects are born with respect for the gods and the priest's hall, so the high priest has almost the same supreme throne as the emperor in Dongling except for different duties, and no one can blaspheme or offend.

On the solemn and holy high platform of the priest's hall, the high priest who has bathed and burned incense, wearing a snow-white robe, holding a golden scepter, stood silently at the highest point of the altar, and many young priests and waiters stood quietly beside him, all in white robes, clean and spotless.

Rong Yu and Nan Xi stepped onto the long white steps leading to the high platform of the altar and climbed up step by step.

This is a sacred and solemn blessing and worship ceremony.

Pray for the protection of the gods, carry the admiration and sustenance of thousands of subjects, and... repent for the mistakes he had made.

The civil and military dignitaries of the whole court stood quietly in the palace of the priest's hall, looking up slightly, looking at the two people heading to the altar.

The handsome high priest in white robe had a cold expression, silently watching the two people in front of him, and then spoke lightly in a calm tone: "Kneel."

Rong Yu helped Nan Xi kneel down in front of the altar.

This is not kneeling to worship the ancestors, but kneeling to the gods who everyone in Dongling believes in and blesses the world. No matter who you are, you have no right to be willful and arrogant here.

Rong Yu was silent, and his noble and indifferent face was calm.

No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

But Nan Xi understood.

They all felt guilty towards the people of Dongling and the Dongling Priest's Hall.

No matter what kind of grievances and entanglements in that life were forced, no matter how many biases and hidden secrets there were, in short, for the emperor respected by all the people, Empress Jinghua did fail in her duty.

And Rong Yu, who has been reincarnated with memories, has always had unforgivable sins in the heart of the high priest.

"In front of the Dongling altar, only the emperor can approach it." The high priest's voice was cold and without emotional fluctuations, but the powerful ministers below could hear it clearly, "Now that Her Majesty has ascended the throne, she has received the grace of the gods and taken the responsibility of the country. She must take the people of the world as the main thing, create a prosperous Dongling era, and repay the grace of the gods. If she fails the people, she will be punished by the gods to comfort the world."

Inside and outside the huge and sacred priest's hall, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Only the high priest's elegant and cold voice resounded clearly in the ears, with an edict that seemed to come from the gods, hitting the depths of the soul, making people worship in awe.

The high priest looked calm, but his calmness revealed a bit of awe: "The emperor's husband, the regent, is able to assist him closely because he has been blessed by the gods. However, this is the only time in hundreds of years, and the emperor's husband, the regent, needs to repay his kindness with blood."

When these words came out, Nan Xi's face changed slightly, and she suddenly raised her head to look at the high priest.

Repay kindness with blood?

What does it mean?

The powerful ministers standing neatly under the high platform were also puzzled, but no one spoke at this time, and they just listened quietly.

Rong Yu seemed to have anticipated what he would face today. He did not react in any special way to the words of the high priest. His eyebrows were calm and unperturbed.

"Golden whip." The high priest said in a faint voice.

Golden whip?

Nan Xi's heart skipped a beat. She felt an ominous premonition and turned to look at Rong Yu in disbelief.

Rong Yu did not speak, but just held her hand to comfort her.

His palm was warm, which always gave her enough peace of mind, but at this moment she only felt cold all over.

A young waiter walked up to the high priest and presented a black-handled dragon-patterned golden whip with both hands. Under the morning light, the golden wire on the whip shone with a dazzling luster.

"The Emperor's husband, the Regent." The high priest held the scepter in one hand and took the golden whip in the other. He looked at Rong Yu with a cold and sharp look, "Please undress."

Nan Xi finally understood what he meant, and her face suddenly changed: "What does the high priest want to do--"

"In front of the gods, please be silent, Your Majesty." The high priest's voice was light, but the pressure was strong, "This is the rule of the priest's palace. No one can violate it, unless Your Majesty gives up the decision to let the regent take charge of the government and treat him as a minister from now on, then today's blood sacrifice can be waived."