A year after Cheng Xuan, Wei Yi was demoted.
On this day, the Emperor ascended to the throne. His grace was vast and mighty, and he granted amnesty to the world!
The news of the new Empress Chuyu had stirred up the entire capital.
He looked forward to the new Emperor's ascension to the throne, ushering in a golden age of prosperity for Great Lin.
Meanwhile, in the rear courtyard of the Rong Estate.
The clear rain slid down from the layers of tiles, like a string of silver beads, landing on the ground with a sound.
Jing Rong stood under the eaves with his hands clasped behind his back. The rainwater splashed on his clean robe, forming circles after circles, making him look like a landscape painting.
He stared into the distance for a long time, looking in the direction of the palace.
After an unknown period of time, the clear rain suddenly slowed down. The drizzle was like a thick fog, blurring the scene in the distance.
At this time, the new emperor should be arriving at the throne room!
Ever since the Imperial Palace's bell had rung, he had been standing there for almost four hours.
Ji Yunshu silently walked to his side and stretched out her hand to catch a few drops of rain falling from the eaves.
The raindrops fell on his palms, giving off a chill.
At the end of November, winter had already begun.
They had experienced three winters in two years.
In the past two years, the Imperial Family had been in a state of turmoil, riddled with bloodstains from the struggle for power.
The members of the imperial court were replaced, and their ambitions were inflated. A gale was raging in the palace.
From Qi Zhen to the new Emperor, one generation after another. Who knew if everything would be able to come to a perfect end today?
Ji Yunshu looked at the raindrops in her palm. The raindrops were like dancing fairies, lively and cheerful.
After a long time …
She tilted her head and asked him, "Do you regret it?"
Jing Rong's handsome face was very calm. His beautiful eyes slightly curved as he smiled. "Now, it's too late to talk about regret."
Yes!
He had made his decision.
Ji Yunshu understood his meaning.
He didn't ask any more questions.
Jing Rong stretched out his hand towards Ji Yunshu's palm, which was still receiving the rain. His ten fingers intertwined.
The cold rainwater was sandwiched between the palms of the two people, slowly seeping into each other's veins, flowing wildly along with the boiling blood.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, the bell rang again from the direction of the Imperial Palace.
The rain also gradually stopped …
Inside the palace, a red carpet was laid out outside the throne room.
The officials knelt on both sides.
To welcome the new Emperor!
Just a few days ago, after Commander Xiao read out the late Emperor's posthumous edict, Jing Rong, who was supposed to wear the imperial robe, abdicated the very next day. He passed the throne to the only grandson of Marquis Dingbei, Jing Cheng.
An eight year old child!
The bloodline of the North Placid Marquis was also part of the royal family, and this bloodline only had the eight year old Jing Cheng left.
When Jing Rong made such a decision, none of the courtiers were surprised. After experiencing so much, everyone knew that Jing Rong was like a bird. He didn't belong in the cold palace. What he wanted was the vast sky outside.
What he wanted was to roam the world with Ji Yunshu.
The eight-year-old Jing Cheng was wearing a dragon robe. He seemed to have not gotten used to all of this, and there was more or less some nervousness and timidity in his eyes.
Shang Zhuo, who was already the Grand Tutor, held his hand all the way from the Divine Reflection Gate to the Throne Room.
When he stepped onto the red carpet, Jing Cheng looked around and didn't dare to go any further. He stayed where he was and looked at the court full of civil and military officials.
Shang Zhuo lowered his eyes and called out softly, "Your Majesty?"
Jing Cheng was indifferent, and he looked like he had stage fright.
Shang Zhuo said, "Your Majesty, don't be afraid. This official will hold your hand."
His voice was extremely gentle.
The little Emperor still didn't want to go, and he took a small step back.
Some of the court officials raised their heads and looked at each other.
Shang Zhuo didn't have any other choice. He squatted down and said, "Your Majesty, this official will carry you, okay?"
Jing Cheng's big eyes turned, and he thought for a moment before he nodded.
Shang Zhuo carried him and walked towards the Throne Room.
The little prince entered the room and sat on the dragon throne that was even taller than him.
The new Emperor ascended the throne!
The court full of civil and military officials kowtowed. "Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
Their voices resounded throughout the entire palace.
It rippled for a long time.
This year was the first year of Dehao.
A few days later, in the brocade office.
Several eunuchs rushed to the door.
When Granny Jiang saw them, she quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"We were ordered to bring Second Miss Ji somewhere."
"This …"
Ji Wanxin seemed to have guessed it. Ever since the day Wei Yi was removed from the throne, she had been waiting for a certain someone to come see her.
Now, it was finally here.
She asked the eunuchs, "Can you wait for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense?"
"I'm afraid …" It was difficult.
"I won't run away."
The eunuchs thought for a moment. "Alright then, the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."
"Thank you, eunuchs."
She returned to her room and changed her clothes.
She was wearing a white mourning dress!
This was … a white mourning dress!
The eunuchs were shocked, but in order not to waste time, they didn't ask and took her away.
Along the way, they arrived at a relatively quiet place in the palace.
It was a courtyard without any people.
It was like a cold palace.
It was like a prison.
"Go in." The eunuch pushed the door open.
Ji Wanxin strode in and smelled the aroma of tea coming from the house. It was a refreshing aroma!
After entering, a cloth screen with a phoenix embroidered on it stood in front of her.
She could faintly see a person sitting on the ground on the other side of the screen.
She paused for a moment, then walked around the screen and entered.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was sitting cross-legged on the mat. She held an exquisite teapot in her hand and was leisurely brewing tea.
She knew someone had entered, but she didn't look at Ji Wanxin.
She opened her mouth and said, "Sit."
Her voice was very soft.
No emotion could be heard.
Ji Wanxin obediently sat across from her.
Ji Yunshu looked up and saw that Ji Yunshu was wearing a plain mourning dress. She chuckled.
In the end, she didn't say anything.
She just poured two cups of tea and pushed one of them to Ji Yunshu. "Try it. This is your favorite tea. I brought these tea leaves from Jinjiang."
Ji Wanxin hesitated for a moment, then her lips curved into a smile. She took the cup and took a sip.
She praised, "Your tea brewing skills are getting better."
Ji Yunshu said, "Oh? Is that so? It's still the same as before. "
"Everyone is improving. How can it be the same?"
"If the heart is not greedy, it will naturally be the same."
Ji Wanxin's pale lips curled into a smile. "I wish we were still at home in Jinjiang."
"We can't go back, can we?"
"Yes! We can't go back, "Ji Wanxin said in a low voice.
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything and continued to concentrate on brewing tea.
After a long time …
Ji Wanxin couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to say anything?"
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything.
"Don't you want to know that when the two Wei elders died, you hid a dove feather in your room?"
Ji Yunshu still didn't say anything.
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