The Sword Spirit recognized him as its master?
All of the officials looked at the trembling General Jin, and the smiles on their faces also disappeared. The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time.
However, this was only a thought. No one dared to say it out loud.
Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping's face darkened.
King Duan Lin Xinjue, Crown Prince Lin Tianrong, and all the other officials in the Throne Room had the same expression on their faces. General Jin had the worst expression on his face.
General Jin's eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were purple.
However, the sword in his hand did not move at all. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the sword out of the rock. This feeling was too unbearable.
What was most unbearable was that before Emperor Lin Mubai gave the order, he had to hold on …
No one else stepped forward.
If even General Jin couldn't pull it out, it meant that the sword was really difficult to pull out. At the very least, none of the civil and military officials in the imperial court were 100% confident that they could pull it out.
Emperor Lin Mubai stared at General Jin, his expression changing.
Of course, he could see the problem, but he was the Emperor who controlled the world, the high and mighty True Dragon Son of Heaven. If he could not even deal with a sword, then where was the prestige of the Emperor?
The current situation had nothing to do with the sword.
If he had known that the sword spirit would recognize him as its owner, he would not have requested for Fang Zhengzhi to hand over the sword. Instead, he would have ordered for the sword to be given to Fang Zhengzhi. However, things were different now.
If he couldn't pull out his sword, he would lose the authority of the Emperor.
Since the ancient times, the authority of an emperor has always been supreme, so how could it be allowed to be damaged?
Emperor Lin Mubai knew that he had to make a decision.
However …
This sword belonged to Sagely Battle God Meng Tian and it represented his will. If he really acknowledged Fang Zhengzhi as his master, he would have to pull this sword out from the ground. At the very least, the entire court of civil and military officials would not be able to do it.
Emperor Lin Mubai gently clenched his fists as a faint golden glow flashed across his eyes. A majestic aura, as vast as the mountains and rivers, emanated from his body.
In an instant, it filled the entire Throne Room.
All of the officials turned to look at Emperor Lin Mubai at this moment. Of course, they knew how powerful the current Emperor was. He was the ruler of a generation and was blessed by the heavens. He possessed supreme might.
"Could it be that the Emperor is going to act personally?" Once this thought flashed through the minds of all the officials in the court, their hearts became incomparably complicated.
Given Emperor Lin Mubai's abilities. Since he had personally drawn the sword, he naturally had a ninety percent chance of success.
However, that outcome would be completely different from the current situation. From offering the sword to seizing the sword, seizing and offering were two completely different meanings.
What's more, what if there was a one in ten thousand chance that he couldn't pull it out?
If that was the case, the development of the matter would be a little out of control.
Steal the sword? Kill Fang Zhengzhi?
Some people were willing to see this outcome, but not everyone was willing to see it. After all, they did not think that Fang Zhengzhi had the right to own this sword. However, they did not think that someone as talented as Fang Zhengzhi should lose his life over a sword.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the Traceless Sword let out a loud and clear cry. The sword trembled and the demonic purple light that came from the ground suddenly burst forth, as though it was fighting with some kind of power.
Fang Zhengzhi's heart tightened. He could feel that the Traceless Sword was not in a good mood. It was almost as though it was being restrained by something.
Just as he was about to speak, the high-pitched cry disappeared.
Along with the cry, Emperor Lin Mubai's aura disappeared. The Throne Room regained its calm once again. Emperor Lin Mubai's tightly clenched fists finally relaxed.
He did not attempt to draw the sword again. Similarly, he did not speak up to stop General Jin from drawing the sword. He simply sat quietly on the Dragon Throne. His expression was calm, as though he was waiting for something.
Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping looked at Emperor Lin Mubai's expression and his heart skipped a beat. He could vaguely guess what Emperor Lin Mubai was thinking.
As the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Emperor Lin Mubai's eyes were on the world. This sword could restore the might of the Great Xia Dynasty. However, it had already recognized its owner.
In order to forcefully snatch a sword that had recognized its owner, he would be branded as an Emperor's thief. He even wanted to kill one of the brightest talents of the Great Xia Dynasty.
This was not a wise decision.
As such, he gave up. He gave up on the idea of snatching the sword. As such, the outcome of this matter was already set in stone. However, this was an outcome that Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping did not expect.
It was also an outcome that all of the officials did not expect.
But now...
Emperor Lin Mubai still needed a way out. A way to maintain his authority as the Emperor. A way to convince all of the officials.
Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping could of course use this as a way out. However, that would be equivalent to throwing his face at Fang Zhengzhi's feet...
It would be a complete loss of face.
Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping guessed Emperor Lin Mubai's intentions. However, he could not do it. As such, after weighing the pros and cons, he chose to remain silent.
There were many intelligent people amongst the officials. They could also guess what Emperor Lin Mubai was thinking. However, they were the same as Left Prime Minister Yu Yiping.
It was very difficult for them to submit to the hands of a fifteen-year-old commoner who had not yet entered the imperial court.
At this moment, the throne room suddenly became quiet. It was so quiet that it was a little strange.
Yan Xiu and Xing Qingsui did not speak. Fang Zhengzhi did not speak either. All of the officials in the court did not speak either. Only General Jin's heavy breathing could be heard.
"Rise!"
"Ah ya!"
"Rise!"
"Get up!"
"..."
This seemed to be a stalemate. In this stalemate, there was still someone standing in front of the throne. She was Ping Yang, a very excited Ping Yang.
"Do your best, General Jin!"
The crisp voice reverberated throughout the throne room, carrying with it the naivety of someone watching a good show. This caused General Jin's body to tremble again, and he almost fell to the ground on his butt.
Just at this moment, a light cough rang out from outside the throne room.
Immediately after, a figure appeared at the entrance of the Throne Room. It was an old man who was nearing his eighties. His hair had already turned white, his cheeks looked a little thin, and his eyes were a little muddy. However, the silver court robes embroidered with a soaring dragon made everyone not dare to show a trace of disrespect to him.
"King Liqin?!"
When the officials saw the old man, they were visibly taken aback. Then, expressions of shock appeared on their faces.
King Liqin, the uncle of the Emperor.
This was an old man who was nearing the end of his life. However, no one dared to ignore his presence.
He did not interfere with the politics of the court, but he was in charge of the military in the previous generation. He even stood firmly behind the late Emperor in the struggle for the throne of the previous generation, and used his unparalleled military achievements to seize the throne for the late Emperor.
This kind of wisdom and foresight had once become a legend.
However, what was incomprehensible was that after the late Emperor inherited the throne, this Prince, who had put in so much effort in the fight for the throne, announced his withdrawal from the court and voluntarily handed over his military power.
Since then, he had been staying in the mansion, taking care of the flowers, walking the birds, and living a very leisurely life.
If Sagely Battle God Meng Tian was a legend of the Great Xia Dynasty, then King Liqin was a living fossil of the Great Xia Dynasty's military.
"King Liqin is here?!"
All of the officials looked at each other, unable to understand what was going on. Until they saw a lady following behind King Liqin.
It was a lady dressed in a pink dress. A purple belt with golden threads was tied around her waist, revealing her exquisite curves. On her dress, there was a Peng bird embroidered with silver threads. It was a Peng bird that was about to soar into the sky. The eyes of the Peng bird were inlaid with a bright golden pearl.
A faint brilliance overflowed from the pearl like a star.
On the lady's head, there was a golden hairpin inlaid with jade. It was also in the shape of a Peng bird. It was extremely exquisite and had a pair of flat wings. It gave off a domineering aura.
The woman's expression looked very calm, but her eyes were as bright as the stars, with a beauty that could overturn the world.
She stood quietly by King Liqin's side, not saying a single word. However, all the officials in the court were subconsciously looking at her.
Because …
She was the pride of the Great Xia Dynasty, the daughter of the Divine Constabulary, the princess of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Double Dragon Roll Champion, Chi Guyan.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" King Liqin stepped into the Throne Room but did not leave. Instead, he bowed in front of the door.
"Uncle, please rise!" Emperor Lin Mubai, who was sitting on the throne, hurriedly stood up when he saw the old man about to kneel.
Prince Li of the First Rank, who was about to kneel, paused. Then, he stood up straight again. However, he did not enter the hall. Instead, he stood at the door like an old stone statue.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"I wonder why Uncle and Guyan have come to see me together?" Emperor Lin Mubai's eyes flashed with a faint light when he saw Chi Guyan.
"The weather has not been good for the past few days. It is so stuffy in the residence. Coincidentally, Guyan came to see me, so I came out for a walk. I did not expect to come to the Throne Room. I am sorry to disturb Your Majesty's political affairs." King Liqin's voice was frail, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Uncle, what are you talking about? We can talk about political affairs another day. Since you are entering the palace today, why don't I accompany you to the Imperial Garden?"
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