A majestic palace in the royal city. Inside the palace is a huge rotunda hall. In the middle of the hall, towards the back, there is a row of stairs half a foot high. There is a huge throne at the top of the stairs. The hall under the stairs is crowded with people.
Most of the princes, nobles, and powerful figures in the entire Qinghai Kingdom gathered here at this time. At this time, these people were lined up on both sides of the stairs, as if they were separated into two camps. They were all talking about each other.
One word.
"A country cannot live without a king for a day. I think His Royal Highness the Prince should ascend the throne first and then discuss the matter of national mourning."
"Isn't this inappropriate? The late king passed away not long ago. We should tell the world first so that the whole country can grieve together. We think it is better to postpone the matter of the eldest prince's accession to the throne."
"What's wrong with this? The eldest prince is the heir to the throne appointed by the late king. When the late king dies, it's natural for the eldest prince to ascend the throne. You actually say it's inappropriate? What are your intentions?"
"What do I mean? If the late king dies, and if the eldest prince immediately ascends the throne without taking this into consideration, if this matter is known to the people, the eldest prince's prestige may be affected to a certain extent. If you insist on doing this, what are your intentions?
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"You, you are so ambitious, do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"
"Huh, tell me what I'm thinking about?"
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Such arguments can be seen everywhere in the palace. People standing on the left side of the stairs basically support the eldest prince ascending the throne first, while those standing on the right think that the national funeral should be held first. People on both sides are arguing with each other, but they are red-faced.
No results were seen.
Mo Guyun was also in the palace at the moment. This was already the second day after he entered the royal city. As soon as he entered the royal city, he discovered something abnormal. Troops and heavenly soldiers could be seen everywhere patrolling the royal city, and no one was allowed to enter the palace.
You can move around at will in the royal city, and the entire royal city is only allowed in and out. Mo Guyun recognized those heavenly soldiers as members of the Central Guard Army.
At this moment, Mo Guyun said nothing and quietly looked at the red-faced people around him. A bad premonition arose in Mo Guyun's heart.
"I wonder how Yan'er is doing now? What happened to that kid Qin Lang?" Mo Guyun was secretly worried. He didn't know what was going on. From the moment he entered the royal city, he was restless and restless.
comfortable.
Mo Guyun glanced at the people lined up on both sides of the palace with his peripheral vision, and shook his head.
There were a total of eight people there, who were the heads of the other eight counties of Qinghai except Mo Guyun. At this time, they obviously had different opinions, and four people were arranged on the left and right sides of the stairs.
Standing on the left are Shu Bowen, the princess of Bowen County, Han Yulai, the princess of Yulai County, Cao Qingying, the princess of Qingying County, and Cao Qingzhu, the princess of Qingzhu County. These four princesses all support the prince's immediate enthronement.
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Standing on the right are Chu Pinke, the princess of Pinke County, Yi Lalu, the princess of Lalu County, Cao Qingli, the princess of Qingli County, and Cao Qingyun, the princess of Qingyun County. These four princesses think that the eldest prince should be enthroned.
It will be postponed for the time being and a state funeral will be held first for the deceased king.
The princesses surnamed Cao all come from the royal family, but at this moment they all hold their own opinions and stand in different camps.
Mo Guyun is now in an extremely headache. The princesses of the eight counties have come to see him one after another. Shu Bowen, Han Yulai, Cao Qingying, and Cao Qingzhu all came to recruit him to join their camp and support the eldest prince's immediate enthronement. Needless to say, this camp
, must be the supporters of the eldest prince.
As for those camps that believed that the enthronement should be postponed and the national funeral should be held first, Mo Guyun could faintly smell a conspiracy. There might be something bigger behind it.
And this is Mo Guyun's biggest headache. He is the youngest among all the princesses, and has never had a clear position. At this moment, the other eight counties are suddenly divided into two camps. No matter which side he is on,
They are all enemies of the other side.
And looking at the posture, it seems that the princes and nobles in the entire palace, as long as they have some power, are actually divided into two camps.
While Mo Guyun was struggling in his heart, Cao Qingying slowly walked towards Mo Guyun.
"Princess Guyun, haven't you made up your mind yet?" Cao Qingying walked up to Mo Guyun and said in a voice that only two people could hear.
"Princess Qingying." Mo Guyun cupped his hands and then said: "Gu Yun thinks that whether His Royal Highness ascends the throne first or holds a national funeral first, there is no conflict between these. Why..."
"The eldest prince must ascend the throne first, and changes will happen later. I am not afraid to tell you that this may be the most important choice in your life." Cao Qingying said with a hint of toughness in his tone.
"Princess Qingying..." Mo Guyun was about to say something, but Cao Qingyun from the other camp also walked towards him.
Seeing Cao Qingyun coming over, Cao Qingying snorted coldly and said: "Mo Guyun, the eldest prince is the heir to the throne appointed by the late king. Supporting the eldest prince is only in line with the current situation. You should be determined." After that, he turned and left.
, when they passed by Cao Qingyun, they both paused for a moment, but each snorted coldly and did not talk to each other.
Cao Qingyun walked up to Mo Guyun and said with a smile: "Princess Guyun, is this the second time I've come to see you?"
"Princess Qingyun is right," Mo Guyun said, cupping his hands.
"I won't beat around the bush with you this time. The purpose is still to ask you to join us. We cannot let the eldest prince ascend the throne now." Cao Qingyun said.
"Princess Qingyun, Guyun..." Mo Guyun's brows knitted together.
"I know what you are struggling with. Although the eldest prince is the designated heir to the throne, don't you think there is anyone better than the eldest prince? Shouldn't the king of a country be able to take over?"
Cao Qingyun's words frightened Mo Guyun to the point of being dumbfounded. He stared at Cao Qingyun with his eyes wide open in shock.
"I wonder who the capable person Princess Qingyun refers to?" Mo Guyun took a deep breath and asked with a trembling tone.
"It won't take long for His Highness the Second Prince to arrive here. Princess Guyun should make up her mind as soon as possible. Whether she will soar into the sky or remain silent, Princess Guyun, please take care of yourself." Cao Qingyun turned and left.
"Second Prince?" Mo Guyun said to himself in a daze. Mo Guyun suddenly raised his head, and two words that made him even unbelievable popped out of his mind.
"Rebellion?!"
Although it is unbelievable, it is indeed the best explanation. No wonder the two camps are red-faced and no wonder there has never been a conclusion. It seems that these people actually know something in their hearts.
And he was indeed the last one to know. Mo Guyun patted his head and suddenly felt a headache. His Guyun County was located in a corner, with a high mountain and the emperor was far away, and he rarely came to the capital, so he had no idea about the royal family.
The struggle has been somewhat forgotten. Only now, Mo Guyun once again felt that the struggle for power is everywhere, even in the royal family, it is unavoidable, and even worse. Because, the struggle here is
It's royal power.
"Could it be that the second prince wants to usurp power?" Mo Guyun thought secretly as he thought of Cao Qingyun's words just now. Mo Guyun and the second prince were not familiar with each other, but had only met a few times. However, Mo Guyun knew that the second prince
He is indeed a man of great talent and boldness, and he is indeed an emperor. Although the eldest prince is the heir appointed by the late king, he lacks a bit of the king's domineering character, has a slightly cowardly character, and does not care much about national affairs.
Mo Guyun looked left and right, feeling extremely entangled in his heart, not knowing which side to stand on. In the battle for royal power, it is the most difficult to take sides. One mistake will lead to a situation that is beyond redemption. The second prince has been planning for a long time, and decided at this moment
To usurp power, one must be fully prepared. But after all, the eldest prince is the legitimate one and holds the military power.
By the way, the eldest prince holds military power in his hands, and has a hundred thousand heavenly troops in his hands, ready to respond to his call. What can the second prince rely on to usurp power?
Just when Mo Guyun's thoughts were flying, the arguing in the palace suddenly stopped. Looking along the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing sackcloth and mourning came slowly. This man was the eldest prince.
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The eldest prince walked through the crowd and walked to the steps under the throne. He looked at the crowds on both sides, sighed, looked at a person in the crowd on the left, and said: "Master Zuo Xiang, I thought about it for a moment.
If it collapses, why don’t we hold a national funeral first? Why don’t we let the matter of the enthronement go first?”
The person who was called the left prime minister was an old man with a long beard. Hearing this, he walked out of the crowd in a panic, bent down and cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, you must not do it. In the opinion of the veteran, the enthronement should be done sooner rather than later. Wait for the prince."
After Your Highness ascends the throne and becomes the king, he will tell the world about it and the whole country will mourn."
"Hmph, Xu Changgeng, how dare you disobey His Highness the Prince's wishes?" The speaker was an old man with a white face and no beard standing on the right side of the palace, none other than Right Prime Minister Huang Heng.
"Huang Heng, you know exactly who is disobedient." Xu Changgeng said without giving in.
"Prime Minister Left, Prime Minister Right, please don't argue anymore. I'm extremely sad now that my father has passed away, so please don't add to the chaos."
"Your Highness, the late king has passed away, and the country cannot be without a king for a day. In order to guard against some people's evil intentions, I thought it would be better to ascend the throne first. At this moment, the princes, nobles and ministers are all here, so even if I ascend the throne now, there is nothing wrong." Cao Cao
Qing Ying bent down and raised his hands and said.
"Uncle Qingying Wang!" The eldest prince was about to speak.
"Cao Qingying, this is too impatient. The late king's body is still cold. If the people know this, haha, I'm afraid the people's hearts will be unstable."
"Uncle Qingyun, you guys, hey." The eldest prince looked left and right, and for a moment he had no idea.
When Mo Guyun saw this, he shook his head secretly. This eldest prince's character was indeed too cowardly and he didn't have any opinion at all.
At this moment, a sound like a loud bell came from outside the palace.
"Brother Wang, I was delayed because of something. I hope you won't blame me for being late." A man who also wore sackcloth and mourning walked through the crowd and walked towards the eldest prince who was standing at the foot of the stairs.
This person is none other than the second prince of Qinghai, Cao Pi.