Because of Mo Jingqi's words, everyone left the bedchamber, leaving him alone for the last time. No one knew what this emperor, who had been busy all his life but seemed to have achieved nothing, would write in his last moments.
Mo Xiuyao walked beside Great Elder Princess and Duke Hua with Mo Xiaobao in his arms and Ye Li in the other hand. Now, there were only two true elders left in this country. The rest of the people walked behind him, not too far and not too close. At this moment, no one was in the mood to turn around and leave the palace. The emperor's posthumous edict was still in the hands of the Empress, and Great Elder Princess, Duke Hua, and Prince Ding were watching over it. Naturally, no one could get in the way. But they also didn't leave in a hurry.
They sat down in the pavilion of the imperial garden. The pavilion was not big, so only Great Elder Princess, Duke Hua, Mo Xiuyao, and Ye Li were sitting in it. Duke Hua looked at Mo Xiuyao with a smile and then looked at Mo Xiuyao, who was sitting on Mo Xiuyao's knees. He said with a smile, "Prince Ding looks much better these years than when he was in the capital." Mo Xiuyao nodded and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are still as healthy as before." Duke Hua shook his head and sighed, "I'm old …"
It was a little quiet in the pavilion. After a while, Duke Hua asked, "What's Prince Ding's plan for the future?"
Mo Xiuyao was a little surprised. He looked up at Duke Hua and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Won't you persuade me?"
Duke Hua shook his head and said helplessly, "Since this situation has been broken, why should we repeat the same mistake? A broken mirror reuniting wasn't completely flawless. What's more … Da Chu State has restrained the Prince Ding Mansion for too long. Now the dragon is flying in the sky. No matter it succeeds or fails, I'm afraid that no one can change it. Don't you think so, Prince Ding? "Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying it. Although Duke Hua had spent his entire life on the battlefield, it didn't mean that he didn't know anything about politics. The return of the Prince Ding Mansion to the Da Chu State was what the people of Da Chu State and many of the courtiers wanted, but for the Mohist army and the subordinates of the Prince Ding Mansion, this was a huge blow. Even though Mo Xiuyao was the head of the Prince Ding Mansion, it was impossible for him to make such a decision without considering the feelings of his subordinates.
Hua Guo Guo waved his hand and said, "This old man won't be able to see His Highness Prince Ding's glory in the future. However, with Prince Ding's abilities and the support of Wang Fei and many other capable people, he definitely won't disappoint the wishes of the Mohist ancestors." What were the wishes of the Mohist ancestors? Unify the world, pacify the four sides, and all nations will come to court. In the history of the Prince Ding Mansion, there had been more than one person with such amazing abilities. However, due to various reasons, they all died with regrets.
"Old Duke …" Great Elder Princess said in surprise. She knew that Duke Hua would not come to persuade Mo Xiuyao, but from Duke Hua's words, it seemed that he was very confident in the future of the Mohist army and the Prince Ding Mansion. It should be noted that the Prince Ding Mansion did not have the upper hand in the overall situation.
Duke Hua shook his head and said with a smile, "Great Elder Princess, we are all old. The future depends on the young people. "Great Elder Princess was stunned. Looking at the white-haired Duke of Hua in front of her, she frowned. He then looked at his hand, which was full of frowns. Wasn't that right … They were already old. How many more days could they last? Forget it …
In the end, Mo Jingqi still died. Whether it was as a son, as a brother, as a father, or as a ruler, he was a failure. Therefore, before his death, he did not ask for his children and grandchildren to gather around him and mourn for the officials. He drove everyone out and breathed his last breath alone in the empty bedchamber.
When everyone received the eunuch's report and rushed back to the bedchamber, they saw Mo Jingqi, who had already stopped breathing, lying straight on the bed. The quilt and clothes on his upper body were almost dyed dark red by blood. His eyes were still open, staring blankly at the gorgeous dragon curtain on the top of the bed. Great Elder Princess sighed softly, walked forward, raised her hand to close his eyes, and said, "Let's go outside to listen to the posthumous edict."
A heavy bell rang in the imperial city, announcing the death of the emperor in the world.
"By the will of heaven, Emperor Zhaoyun … Mo Suyun, the tenth son of Emperor Zhaoyun, will be the emperor. He will be abolished as the Crown Prince and conferred as the King of Qin. The King of Qin's birth mother, Noble Consort Liu, will be buried with him. " The Empress's flat voice sounded outside the bedchamber. In the shocked look of everyone, the Empress finally looked at the Empress Dowager sitting aside and frowned. The Empress Dowager's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling. Then she heard the Empress Dowager read the last sentence lightly. "The Empress Dowager … will be buried with the former emperor. The posthumous edict. "
"That's impossible!" The Empress Dowager's face was livid. She stood up and roared, "It's you! You tampered with the posthumous edict of His Majesty, didn't you? "
The Empress was not at all surprised about the content of the posthumous edict. But she had long been used to a calm expression, so she didn't seem to change. She said lightly, "The posthumous edict was given to me by His Majesty in front of everyone. After that, I never left everyone's eyes. Please check it, Empress Dowager. "
Everyone was silent. That was right. There were so many people and so many pairs of eyes staring at her. Not to mention that the Empress was an ordinary woman who didn't know martial arts, even if she knew some skills, how could she expect that the Emperor would give the posthumous edict to her? She still prepared a copy in advance.
"No … It's impossible! My son wouldn't do that! Ridiculous … Since ancient times, when an emperor died, he wanted his mother to be buried with him! "The Empress Dowager still refused to believe it. There had been no such rule since ancient times, but the posthumous edict said that the Empress Dowager should be buried with the late emperor. In this way, it was not impolite. On the other side, Prime Minister Liu of the Liu Family also collapsed to the ground. Not to mention that his grandson didn't become the emperor, his daughter was also buried with him. This sudden impact made this old man who had been in the imperial court all his life unable to bear it.
And the other person involved, the Tenth Prince Mo Suyun who was going to rule the world from now on … Everyone looked at the Tenth Prince who was kneeling on the ground with a blank face. The Tenth Prince was only seven years old this year. His birth mother was just a palace maid that Mo Jingqi had an unexpected favor with. After giving birth to Mo Suyun, he wasn't favored and was just casually conferred as a noble. In these years, the mother and son lived in the imperial palace like ghosts, and almost everyone forgot about them. But now … this child with a blank face had obtained the thing that everyone had been longing for but had missed out on.
Mo Xiuyao looked at the timid Tenth Prince with a meaningful smile on his lips. He lightly said, "Since the posthumous edict has been read out, the rest has nothing to do with I. I will leave first. "Once again, Prince Ding made it clear that he had no intention of getting involved in Da Chu State's imperial court. On the side, the ashen-faced Mo Jingli let out a sigh of relief. He nodded and said, "Prince Ding, take care."
Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. He carried Mo Xiaobao and held Ye Li's hand as he turned to leave the palace. As for what would happen in the palace, it had nothing to do with them.
Outside the imperial palace, the streets of the capital were covered with white cloth. The glorious lights of the past were covered under the solemn black and white. When the emperor died, the entire country mourned. Even if the emperor didn't have the support of the people, the people still had to wear mourning clothes, stop singing and dancing, and stop marriage to express their mourning for the emperor.
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