The current emperor had nine daughters and seventeen sons. Other than the youngest princes and princesses, the rest stayed away from Linzi either actively or passively.
Even this time, Jiang Wuqi's funeral was held remotely. He was not summoned back to the capital.
In the past, the four palace masters — Changle, Huaying, Yangxin, and Changsheng — had proven their abilities and stood out among the other princes.
The emperor was willing to give more opportunities to outstanding children, but Da Qi's resources were not unlimited. They could not be wasted in the battle for the throne. Outside of Changle Palace, the other three palaces — Huaying, Yangxin, and Changsheng — had already completed the first round of selection. The crown prince could only be chosen from these four palace masters.
The other princes and princesses stayed away from Linzi to prevent mediocre people from wasting the country's resources.
No matter what kind of emotions people harbored.
From a practical point of view, Jiang Wuqi was already dead. The huge political assets he left behind should be taken care of by the entire Qi.
Crown Prince Jiang Wuhua, Huaying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou, and Yangxin Palace Master Jiang Wuxie. These three could not be relaxed.
Even the seemingly hopeless fourteenth prince — Jiang Wuyong — was sometimes sick, sometimes had problems with his cultivation, and sometimes had to take care of his sick mother. He tried everything to stay in Linzi. Of course, it was not just to be able to cry in front of Jiang Wuqi's coffin.
To be honest, Jiang Wuyong was not stupid. He could see very clearly.
Among the brothers and sisters who were qualified to fight for the throne, Jiang Wuhua's magnanimity was compassion for his incompetent younger brother. It was like an adult's tolerance for a childish child. He did not see Jiang Wuhua as a threat at all. Jiang Wuyou had never liked him like this. Perhaps Jiang Wuxie only saw him as a clown.
Only Jiang Wuqi, the eleventh brother, would look at him seriously. He would care about his food and clothing expenses and would stand up for him against Jiang Wang.
Therefore, his sadness at this moment was not completely exaggerated.
But it was impossible for him not to think about it — Jiang Wuqi had died young, abruptly cutting off his path to immortality, leaving behind an empty Longevity Palace. Would Imperial Father's favor be transferred to him, who was even younger?
As long as there was a one in ten thousand chance, he had to be fully prepared.
Tian Zi loved Jiang Wuqi the most, so he wanted to cry the most.
He and his Imperial Father were connected by blood, and their hearts were connected by blood. In this situation, there should be the same pain, and from this similar pain, there should be more intimacy.
No matter if it was Jiang Wuhua, Jiang Wuyou, or Jiang Wuxie, none of them lacked the wisdom to see through such thoughts. But they all behaved differently.
Important subjects of the empire like Cao Jie and Chen Fu, on the other hand, had no need to express their stance in front of the princes and princesses. First, he stood outside the hall and waited for them to finish arguing before coming in. This was a kind of attitude.
As for Jiang Wang …
He sat in a well-behaved manner, but his mind had already sunk into the world of Dao techniques.
Political tactics, psychological tactics, power techniques …
There were thousands of techniques in the world, but he only sought his own techniques.
The Longhu Dao technique was passed down from Old Yang, and its origins were quite extraordinary.
The so-called "Tiger" referred to the eight winds.
This technique attracted the eight winds, but of course, it was not truly summoning the eight winds. It was an imitation of the eight winds. Just like Wang Zhangxiang's breath tornado in Maplewood City's Dao Academy.
Jiang Wang had the Buzhou Wind Divine Power, and had strengthened it to an extremely high level. Compared to the "Tiger" of the Longhu Dao technique, it was easier for him to open his mind.
And the "Dragon" of the Longhu Dao Technique referred to the spine. At the current cultivation level, it could also be said to be the Heavenly Sea.
After leaping out of the Heavenly Sea, the Soaring Dragon of the Dao veins had never returned. It had wandered in the Five Prefectures Sea for a long time, and now it had swum into the Hidden Star Sea.
As the first of the four seas to open, the Heavenly Sea was almost "idle" after the Soaring Dragon Realm. It might not be useful until the four seas were connected.
At the very least, Jiang Wang, who was at the Outer Building Realm, did not have much use for the Heavenly Sea.
The connection of the four seas was also one of the manifestations of the Immortal Arrival Realm …
Therefore, what was truly stopping Jiang Wang in the evolution of Dao techniques was actually the "Dragon" of the Longhu Dao Technique. At the Outer Building Realm, it was very difficult for him to understand how this Dao technique could make use of the Heavenly Sea. He could only carefully study it bit by bit.
In comparison, with the "Detailed Explanation of the Burning City of Flame Flowers" that Zuo Guangshu had given him, in addition to his previous experience of cultivating the Flame Flowers, and his control of fire Dao techniques, his progress in cultivating the Burning City of Flame Flowers was above that of the Longhu Dao Technique.
Time always passed very quickly when immersed in cultivation.
Jiang Wang did not care much about how people behaved in front of Jiang Wuqi's coffin. After all, such things only concerned one's own heart.
It was only when Feng Gu's aged voice sounded that he abruptly withdrew his thoughts.
"This old servant greets the Emperor!" His voice trembled as if he was choking.
The Emperor was here!
Everyone in the mourning hall stood up and bowed. The Daqi Empresses also bowed slightly.
Speaking of which, no matter where the Emperor and Empress went in the past, they would always announce their presence and open the way for them.
Today, they came to Jiang Wuqi's coffin quietly. Perhaps they did not want to disturb the departed soul.
Jiang Wang soon found out why Feng Gu was choking.
Not only did the Emperor remove his crown, but he was also wearing mourning clothes today!
He walked into the hall in white mourning clothes. Not far behind him was Han Ling, who followed suit.
The Emperor only raised his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities. He walked a few steps forward and stopped in front of the coffin.
At this moment, Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyou were on the Emperor's right side. Further ahead on the right side was the commander of the Lightning Prison Army, Xiu Yuan, who was also standing in front of the throne.
Further ahead of Xiu Yuan were Jiang Wuxie, the Crown Princess, and the Daqi Empresses, who were standing beside the coffin.
Separated by the coffin, the Crown Prince, Jiang Wuhua, and the Fourteenth Prince, Jiang Wuyong, were opposite the Empress. One of them was grieving, while the other was still crying. Further behind them, in front of a row of seats, stood Cao Jie and Chen Fu.
Everyone was silent, waiting for the Son of Heaven to say or do something.
The Emperor prayed to his subjects, and the father prayed to his son. Only the coffin could never respond.
This was not the first time Jiang Wang saw the Emperor, but just like the first time, he could only feel an unfathomable majesty.
The higher his cultivation, the higher his official position, the more he saw and the further he thought … the more he could understand the unfathomable power of the Emperor.
With a flip of his hand, the entire Da Qi Empire was tied to him. With a thought, he could shake the entire Modern World.
Today, he was wearing mourning clothes. Perhaps he was just a father who had lost his beloved son, but who could ignore his identity as the Emperor?
Inside and outside the mourning hall, who dared to not be sad, who dared to not be in pain, and who dared to laugh?
Was everyone really sad?
If the Emperor was sad, then the world would be sad.
He stood in that supreme position. How much fog did he have to penetrate to see the hearts of people?
The Emperor looked at the coffin quietly for a while, and then finally moved his gaze.
From left to right, he scanned the entire mourning hall, as if he was patrolling the mountains and rivers. Everyone who was touched by his gaze was uneasy.
"Your Majesty." The Empress came forward, took his arm, and said softly, "Come and offer incense to Wuqi. He must have been waiting for you for a long time."
The Emperor did not speak, and let the Empress take his arm and walk forward.
Under the white mourning clothes, his body was like a mountain.
Speaking of which, Jiang Wang had never seen the Emperor's face in detail. At this moment, he only saw the Emperor's left hand resting on Jiang Wuqi's coffin.
It was a well-defined hand that held the world. At this moment, it gently touched the edge of the coffin several times, and finally walked past the coffin and came to the offering table.
The Empress took three incense sticks and carefully lit them with golden candles before handing them to the Emperor.
The Emperor offered the three incense sticks, and then there was a moment of silence.
This silence was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's heart.
The entire Longevity Palace gradually came to a standstill.
It was as if this world had lost its voice.
All the voices died down, and there were no longer people whispering.
Why was the Emperor silent?
After an unknown period of time.
The Emperor turned around, his back to the offering table, facing Jiang Wuqi's coffin, and also facing everyone in and outside the mourning hall.
"Jiang Qingyang," he suddenly said.
Jiang Wang's heart jumped, and he immediately stepped forward. "Your servant is here."
The Emperor's voice fell. "Today's funeral is the right time. The seats outside have not yet been filled, and you have come. Have you come so early to show me? Do you wish to be a lucky subject? "
These words were very light, but also very heavy.
It was like a towering mountain pressing down!
The Empress understood immediately.
The Emperor was dissatisfied with what had happened in the mourning hall today. Even if it was just an undercurrent!
These words were referring to Jiang Qingyang, but how could they not be referring to the various actions of the imperial family in front of Jiang Wuqi's coffin?
The Empress understood, the Crown Prince understood, Jiang Wuxie understood, and Jiang Wuyou also understood.
But no matter who the Emperor wanted to knock down, for Jiang Wang, who was named, it was like a mountain pressing down on him, and the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing. This was the Emperor's power, added to one's body. It was the anger of the four seas, overturned by one person.
He could not help but be terrified!
Jiang Wuyou deliberated over the words in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a white figure move beside him.
Jiang Wang, who was dressed in mourning clothes, took another step forward, turned around, and faced the Emperor across Jiang Wuqi's coffin.
"Your Majesty, please take back your words!" he said.
The Emperor's unfathomable gaze fell.
Jiang Wang bore an indescribable weight, but he stood straight and did not waver at all.
In this mourning hall, he said in a clear voice, "I believe that the feelings of mourning and the heart of sacrifice exist in a single thought, and there is no time to decide. The Emperor is wise and mighty, but he has never opened the door for a lowly person to enter, so how can there be a lucky official? I have every official and every salary, and they were all obtained through the blood of Da Qi. How can the Emperor take it lightly with the words' lucky '? I woke up early today, so I came early. That's all. I really did not know how long it takes to pay respects to the Eleventh Prince! "
He bowed with his hands cupped. "Your Majesty's words hurt me greatly. I cannot bear it, and I am not willing to bear it! Please take back your words! "
The whole room was silent.
Cao Jie looked at the upright Tianjiao, opened his mouth, and did not know what to say.
Jiang Qingyang was so unyielding that he dared to reprimand the Emperor to take back his words!
In fact, he could see clearly that the reason why the Emperor chose Jiang Qingyang was because if he wanted to make a show of force today, Jiang Qingyang was the best choice.
At this moment, with the death of the Longevity Palace Master, no matter which prince or princess the Emperor chose, it would be difficult not to see it as some kind of signal that would directly affect the battle for the position of heir.
However, important ministers of the empire like him and Chen Fu were not people that the Emperor could treat lightly. This was especially true for Xiu Yuan, who had just gotten rid of the suspicion and ended his captivity. His old friend of many years was currently undergoing the punishment of death by a thousand cuts.
If the Emperor asked Xiu Yuan this, he would probably have to commit suicide on the spot.
Therefore, the Emperor asked Jiang Qingyang this way precisely because he valued Jiang Wang. There was a sense of closeness in it. The so-called simplicity in the Emperor's heart was nothing more than this.
Of course, Jiang Wang's response to these words was also very important.
Whether he confessed or was fearful, the Emperor would not do anything to him. At this moment, it was more like a time for everyone to observe such a young Tianjiao.
However, Jiang Wang didn't know if he understood or not, but he actually rebutted him face to face …
What would the Emperor do?
Cao Jie had followed the Emperor for so many years. He understood the Emperor very well, but he also did not understand the Emperor very well. The part that he understood was that he knew the Emperor's great talent and bold vision, and the part that he did not understand was that many times he could not be sure what kind of decision the Emperor would make … just like at this moment.
It was not that the Emperor did not have the possibility of being furious.
Looking for the Emperor to explain and have the Emperor take back his words could even be seen as a challenge to the Emperor's authority!
The Emperor could be wrong, but how could the officials doubt him?
Emperor Qi was silent, and Jiang Wang maintained a bowing posture, standing like an iron statue. Obviously, if the Emperor did not take back his words, he would not straighten up.
At this moment, a voice that no one had expected sounded.
"Your Majesty, this old servant has something to say!"
The voice came from outside the hall.
It was Feng Gu, the eunuch of the Longevity Palace.
The Emperor's gaze looked past the coffin, past the bowing Jiang Qingyang, and landed on the old man outside the hall.
"Speak," the Emperor said.
Feng Gu knelt on the ground and said sincerely, "When His Majesty was still alive, he admired Qing Yangzi a lot. He often said that it was a blessing for Da Qi that he came from the east. His Majesty also specially invited Qing Yangzi to the palace to compare notes with him … After that battle, His Majesty always praised Qing Yangzi when he mentioned him. After hearing about the result of the battle of Xingyue Plain and Qing Yangzi's heroism, His Majesty could not help but clap his hands and sigh, saying that this man was destined to rise to glory. Even … even this time, there was a posthumous gift that was specially presented to Qing Yangzi. This old servant thought that His Majesty treated Qing Yangzi sincerely, and Qing Yangzi also missed His Majesty sincerely. As the saying goes, heroes appreciate each other. Your Majesty, please understand. "
No one thought that Feng Gu would speak at this time.
These words were completely in support of Jiang Wang, and in essence, he denied the Emperor's "heart-rending words".
To put it bluntly, Jiang Wang was a well-known figure of the younger generation in Tianjiao and Qi. He had been rewarded many times for his meritorious service, and he was qualified to be arrogant because of his favor and contradict the Emperor.
Feng Gu was the chief eunuch of the Longevity Palace. How dare he?
Even Jiang Wang himself did not expect that Feng Gu would help him like this. They had not interacted much.
Jiang Wuxie, who had been silent all this time, could not help but look at Jiang Wuqi lying in the coffin again.
His eleventh brother's breadth of mind was extraordinary.
Feng Gu was an old eunuch who had almost given up. If not for the fact that Jiang Wuqi really admired Jiang Wang when he was alive, why would he speak at this time?
Everyone knew that Jiang Wang had obviously approached Huaying Palace after returning from the Tianya Stage.
Even Jiang Wuxie, who had always been friendly to Jiang Wang, had his own sense of propriety and would not take the initiative to promote him. After all, he was already a competitor.
Jiang Wuqi was really … Even though he was in the Battle of Dragons, his eyes were always on the whole world, and there was no distinction between the palaces.
He had never felt that he was inferior to his eleventh brother in any way, other than the fact that his father favored him because of his misfortune. But now he had to admit that in terms of breadth of mind, he was indeed inferior.
Thinking about it, if he and Wuqi were in different positions, he would never have pushed Jiang Wang to Huaying Palace.
Looking at Jiang Wuqi, who would never open his eyes again, he thought of how this kid loved to "teach" him all kinds of things in the past.
Jiang Wuxie sighed softly in his heart.
Perhaps it was time for him to "cultivate his heart".
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