On the day of the coffin, the weather was as cold as usual.
Between heaven and earth, it was a blur. The cold wind blew the white curtains and flags. The former emperor's coffin was extravagant. It was decorated with gold, silver, and jewels and tied with white satin. At first glance, it did not look like a coffin for a dead person, but more like a meticulously carved work of art.
Jiang Pengji wore a loose and neat court robe. She watched the funeral coldly as it proceeded in an orderly manner.
The national treasury was empty, and they owed a lot of debts. Many officials said that everything should be simple, but traces of extravagance could be seen everywhere.
Apart from the fake sobbing, the fluttering of the flags in the cold wind, the footsteps of the people, and the snorting of the horses, there were no other sounds. Jiang Pengji followed the emcee's instructions and mingled among the court officials. Her expression was as cold as a delicate porcelain doll.
Of course, that was only on the surface. In fact, she was multitasking and watching the bullet screen in the streaming room.
The funeral of the emperor, even if it was during a critical period, was very meaningful to the audience in the streaming room.
Listening to the audience's conversation, it seemed that the funeral was specially broadcasted by the TV station.
Jiang Pengji looked down and used the bullet screen to kill time. She occasionally said a few words.
After the emperor's coffin was sent to the temple, she was about to proceed with the last few steps. Jiang Pengji's sharp ears heard the sound of galloping horses in the distance.
She secretly shifted her gaze outside and vaguely saw an armored soldier hurriedly dismount from his horse. He held a bamboo scroll in his hand.
Did something happen?
Jiang Pengji frowned. The messenger's movement was discovered by others. The emcee was the royal clan chief. His face suddenly darkened.
The officials around them whispered to each other and discussed animatedly. Jiang Pengji calmed herself down and listened to the conversation between the messenger and the ministers of the royal court.
"What? Prince Changshou is praying to heaven and ascending the throne outside Chenzhou today? Proclaiming himself emperor? "
The court officials' faces were as black as ash. Prince Changshou must have done it on purpose, right?
Why did he have to choose the seventh day of the former emperor's death to worship heaven and proclaim himself emperor?
It was a slap in the face!
"… What should we do now?"
No one expected Prince Changshou to be so daring as to proclaim himself emperor.
"What else can we do? Of course we have to find a way to appease the people, then organize the troops to suppress the rebels. "
"… But if we mobilize our troops, I'm afraid we'll be the enemies of Prince Changshou and the Meng family of Cangzhou …"
"The alliance army has more than four hundred thousand soldiers. Why can't they take care of Prince Changshou and his kind?" An old official did not care at all.
"That's right. Our 400,000 soldiers are still unable to kill a single thief? You think too highly of Prince Changshou. "
They were the legitimate ones. Prince Changshou did not have a legitimate title and was a traitor that everyone had the right to punish.
Once he issued a declaration of war, all the knowledgeable people in the world would be able to suppress him.
In this era, it was important to have a good reason to fight a war. When Prince Changshou besieged Chenzhou, it was also in the name of "purging the emperor's followers and punishing the evildoers". He could not attack whoever he wanted. In one scroll, everyone in the world had a justifiable reason to attack Prince Changshou.
Similarly, a war could not be won just because one had a good reason.
Many of the old officials only saw their own benefits and did not consider the reality of the situation at all. They more or less took it for granted.
Prince Changshou did not dare to go head-to-head with the allied forces because they could not afford to waste time.
Similarly, the allied forces were in a state of disunity. They did not want to go head-to-head.
Although they were somewhat "naive", the officials knew that they had to support the allied forces and could not afford to have a conflict with them.
When the funeral ended, the news of Prince Changshou's ascension to the throne spread. Many people frowned.
Some people scolded Prince Changshou, some remained silent, and there were also people in the middle who tried to smooth things over.
Jiang Pengji looked at the various expressions of the people and sneered.
"There are so many dramas happening these few days. Guess what Prince Changshou's next move will be?"
Feng Zhen sneered and said, "Most likely he will divide the allied forces and cause animosity among the people. According to Prince Changshou's original plan, he should have captured the emperor and forced him to abdicate the throne. Then, he would select the forces of the allied forces and confer titles one by one to appease them and divide the allied forces from the inside. Now that the former emperor has passed away, Prince Changshou's wishful thinking has failed. He can only proclaim himself as the emperor and confer titles to the allied forces in the name of the emperor. My lord also knows that there are many disagreements within the allied forces. Many of them are despicable. Perhaps he can really rope them in. "
Yang Si nodded in agreement. He said, "However, Prince Changshou's move is beneficial to my lord."
Jiang Pengji had fought for the position of Wanzhou magistrate for herself and even planned to reveal her identity as a woman. The chances of the imperial court agreeing to it were fifty-fifty.
However, with Prince Changshou's incident, the imperial court had no choice but to agree. They could only pinch their noses and confer the title of Wanzhou magistrate on a woman.
Why?
Because if the imperial court offended Jiang Pengji, wouldn't they be worried that Prince Changshou would take advantage of the situation and poach the Liu family?
The Meng family had defected and the imperial city of Chenzhou was about to be plundered. If the Liu family came along, the imperial court of Dongqing would not be able to withstand the turmoil.
Even if they knew that the Liu family and the Meng family on Prince Changshou's side were despicable, there were no eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests.
As long as interests existed, there were many examples of people turning weapons of war into gifts of jade and silk.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I know this principle."
The results of the competition to become the next emperor were out. The winner was the crown princess's eldest legitimate son and the former emperor's eldest legitimate grandson.
Hearing this news, the county chief of Shanghai County, Wuma Shang's face was as black as a coffin, gloomy and gloomy.
He had been bouncing around for the past few days, trying to rope in allies. How could he have known that these people would act friendly on the surface but stab him in the back?
Wuma Shang had thought that the next emperor would be him, but in the end, it still fell to an eleven-year-old kid.
No matter how angry he was, the result could not be changed.
Even if Wuma Shang wanted to imitate Prince Changshou and rebel, there were still troops from the alliance stationed outside the city. He had no chance of winning.
After the funeral of the seventh emperor, the young emperor's coronation ceremony followed.
The young emperor was only eleven years old. His body was thin and weak, and his eyes were filled with fear of strangers. He looked at them timidly.
Although it was a coronation ceremony, it was far less luxurious than the previous emperor's funeral. In fact, it seemed rushed and simple.
The emperor wore an ill-fitting ceremonial robe and a crown on his head. His footsteps were unsteady as he held the empress dowager's hand and walked to the dragon throne …
Jiang Pengji glanced at the bullet screen in the livestream room. She felt that one of the viewers made a lot of sense.
Nie Beiling: "Sigh, the mother is strong and the son is weak. It looks like the empress dowager's coronation ceremony, and the young emperor has become a foil.
The empress dowager presides from behind the curtain, and the young emperor is just a decoration. "
After the coronation, the next step was the most anticipated reward of the alliance's feudal lords.
Although they did not contribute much, they were still part of the alliance. The others got the meat, so why couldn't they get the soup?
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