The sixth day of September came soon, and the enthronement ceremony was held as scheduled.
Except for Mobei and Southern Qi, the envoys from the other three countries have not yet arrived in Dongyou, but this does not affect the holding of the ceremony.
King Yongjing and several envoys were brought into the palace from the palace post. With resentment and helplessness, they witnessed this grand enthronement ceremony of the new emperor together with the prince of Southern Qi and the prince of Mobei.
The change of imperial power has always been the most grand and solemn process of the royal family, announcing the end of a dynasty and the beginning of a new dynasty.
In the solemn and vast square in front of the palace, there were many imperial guards, and the civil and military officials of the court were waiting solemnly. The officials of the Ministry of Rites strictly followed the procedures of the enthronement ceremony.
Sicang was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a tall and thin figure and a cold and intimidating aura. Under the bright morning sun, the new emperor's features were dignified and full of coercion, making people intimidated.
Yun Zishu stood beside him, and the two of them looked at each other. Rather than affection, the look in their eyes showed more of trust, a tacit understanding of fighting side by side, and the dignity and aloofness that a king should have.
The steps in front of the temple were very high, and they walked hand in hand step by step.
The seat at the top was very cold, and they relied on each other for support.
The phoenixes were flying on the gorgeous phoenix robes, and the nine-tailed phoenix hairpin on the temples reflected the noble and gorgeous luster. The overly dazzling appearance and demeanor of this pair of emperors and empresses could not help but shock everyone present.
King Jing watched without saying a word Sicang and Yun Zishu, who came down from the royal chariot and phoenix chariot respectively, and then walked up to Danbi together with hands in hand. The corners of his lips tightened, and he heard the ceremony officer shout:
"kneel!"
The voice was high and deep, and all the civil and military officials in front of the palace and the imperial guards knelt down and shouted long live.
One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows.
This is the grand battle and rigorous process that a coronation ceremony should have. King Jing once imagined that this scene of his ascension to the throne of God would surely attract the attention of all the people and the submission of all the people.
A country has only one king.
The emperor is the most noble, with the power of life and death. All glory and wealth are in the hands of the emperor. He can give glory to whomever he wants. All the people in the world look up to him.
But now, he is trapped in Dongyou.
King Jing's eyes fell on the two radiant people on the palace steps, his eyes filled with unwillingness and coldness...
"What's wrong with King Jing?" Prince Nan Qi turned around and noticed that King Jing's expression was gloomy and unclear, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you in a bad mood?"
King Jing came back to his senses, packed up his leaked emotions, and smiled faintly: "How could it be? Today is the coronation ceremony of Dongyou's new emperor, and it is also the ceremony of Jiu Mei's enthronement. I can't even be happy in time."
Happy?
The prince of Southern Qi was silent, thinking that the new queen Dongyou was the legitimate princess of Dayong, King Jing should indeed be happy - but is this really the case?
The Crown Prince of Nan Qi glanced across King Jing's face, his eyes flashing slightly. Where could you see the slightest trace of happiness on King Jing's face?
A strange color flashed across his eyes, and he said calmly: "I heard that King Jing has been in Dongyou for a while. Why haven't I seen you in the past two days?"
This sentence seemed to hit King Jing's pain point, and his expression changed slightly: "Prince Pei is quite well informed."
"That's natural." Pei Yicheng smiled nonchalantly, "All countries in the world are ready to move. If the king's ambition cannot be curbed, he will launch a war against the surrounding countries at any time. Too little information means danger. The country and the country are related. Whose information can
Uninformed?"
Message blocked?
King Jing did not speak, and his gaze fell to the front of the hall. The new emperor and the queen had already sat on the dragon and phoenix chairs. He couldn't help but think that it was really dangerous to have no information.
Sicang has been in the Dayong royal family for so many years, but none of them know his identity. If they had known it earlier, why would he be sent to the door and trapped today?
Also, he was trapped in Dongyouguanyi for so many days. His father and the Yong court officials must have been worried about his safety, but they were unable to get any news about him...
King Jing didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly turned his head to look at Pei Yicheng.
"What's wrong with King Jing?" Pei Yicheng was puzzled.
"Prince Pei." King Jing lowered his voice, "I have something very important to discuss with you."
Pei Yicheng then lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"
King Jing glanced at the position directly in front of the hall and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Emperor Dongyou is very ambitious. I have been trapped here for more than half a year. After the enthronement ceremony is over, can Prince Pei replace me?"
Shall I bring a letter to Dayong?"
Pei Yicheng was slightly surprised, "You have been trapped in Dongyou for more than half a year? Why?"
King Jing was silent for a moment and said in a calm tone: "I suspect that the marriage between Dongyou and Dayong is to use Dayong to deal with other countries. I cannot let my father be used by him, but it may be difficult for me to leave Dongyou.
So I can only ask Prince Pei for help."
Of course he will not tell the other party that the person who wants to deal with Dayong is Yun Zishu, the princess from Dayong. If the other party knows that there is no possibility of an alliance between Dongyou and Dayong, he will just return to Southern Qi with peace of mind. How can he care about him?
Life or death?
But let him know that Dongyou and Dayong are very likely to form an alliance - even if they just use their relationships, the two countries are definitely stronger than one country.
How could Pei Yicheng not be worried?
Therefore, he would obediently bring the message to Dayong so that Emperor Dayong would not be exploited by Dongyou. This would destroy the alliance and at the same time let Dayong's monarchs and ministers know King Jing's situation in Dongyou.
It is even possible that Southern Qi and Dayong will marry together to fight against Dongyou. Once a relatively competitive situation is formed, it will be impossible for either party to achieve their ambitions.
"Do you really mean what King Jing said?" Pei Yicheng raised his eyebrows, his mind racing, feeling that this was not the place to talk, "I'm hosting a banquet at a restaurant in the Imperial City tonight, let's go there to talk."
If Dongyou and Dayong were really at odds with each other, it would be a good thing for him.
King Jing slowly shook his head: "It shouldn't be convenient."
"Why?"
"Emperor Dongyou is very guarded against me." King Jing smiled sarcastically, "They just don't want me to go back, and they probably won't let me have too much contact with you."
Pei Yicheng was thoughtful and was not fooled so easily: "As far as I know, King Jing is not the crown prince of Dayong, and he does not hold military power in his hands. What is the purpose of Emperor Dongyou trapping you here? Using you and
How many envoys can contain Emperor Yong?"
"It's not convenient to disclose too many secrets, but please understand one thing, Prince Pei, that is, if Dongyou really joins forces with Dayong, no other country will be a rival." King Jing said in a calm tone, "If Prince Pei thinks that I say
These words are all lies to you, you can choose not to believe them."
"That's not what I mean." Pei Yicheng was about to explain, "I mean -"
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Hundreds of civil and military officials entered the palace from both sides of the palace door, kowtowed together, and once again the voice of the mountains shouted "Long live the queen, a thousand lives, a thousand lives, a thousand thousand lives!"
The loud shouts shook the sky and lingered for a long time.