As night falls, the lights in Qian'an Palace are brightly lit.
On the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng was lying on it, and he could see that he was out of breath.
Several imperial doctors knelt in front of the dragon bed, lowering their heads and carefully diagnosing and treating him. Among them was Zhang Mingfeng, the director of the imperial hospital.
Outside the Nuan Pavilion where the dragon bed is located, the three cabinet ministers were standing in the corridor, but they were silent at the moment. It was obvious that they all had their own thoughts at the moment.
Going further outside, there are people at the level of minister. They all have solemn expressions at this moment.
Outside the main hall, other officials from the capital were arriving one after another. They were the largest group, and they were whispering in groups at the moment.
Inform everyone here at this time. Obviously there will be huge changes tonight, and everyone knows it.
At this moment, accompanied by Huang Zhicheng and several East Palace officials, the emperor's grandson Zhao Weilong walked into the Qian'an Palace gate.
His Majesty Dan, the gathered officials consciously made way for Zhao Weilong so that he could walk towards the main hall unimpeded.
While walking, Zhao Weilong could clearly feel the changes in the eyes of the officials around him as they looked at him.
Compared to the past, these people's attitude was extremely respectful, mixed with awe.
Feeling that power was drawing closer to him, Zhao Weilong's anxiety dissipated a lot, and his steps became more steady and powerful.
Under the watchful eyes of all the officials, Zhao Weilong walked quickly into the hall.
Entering the main hall, Zhao Weilong saw Chen Changhe and immediately asked: "How is the emperor's situation? How could something unexpected happen?"
Chen Changhe wiped the tears from his eyes and replied with a tearful tone: "Your Highness, the Emperor is waiting for you. Your Highness, please..."
Under the leadership of Chen Changhe, Zhao Weilong walked deep into the hall. During this period, he met various ministers and three cabinet ministers outside Nuan Pavilion.
"Three pavilion elders, Emperor Ancestor... Emperor Ancestor..." Zhao Weilong's voice was choked with sobs.
Although he was no longer so panicked at this moment, after all, this world values filial piety, so Zhao Weilong had to show extreme sadness.
"Your Highness, you have to take care of yourself!" Chief Assistant Wang Tinghe said.
At this moment, Zhang Mingfeng tremblingly walked out of the Nuan Pavilion and said: "Your Highness, gentlemen, the Emperor has summoned you!"
Zhao Weilong took the lead and entered the Nuan Pavilion, followed by three cabinet ministers.
On the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng's face was bloodless. When he heard the movement, he slowly opened his eyes.
In fact, he had been awake for half an hour, but he knew he didn't have much time, so he kept his eyes closed and waited for Zhao Weilong to come.
Looking at Zhao Weilong and others kneeling in front of the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng said with difficulty: "Call... the others... too!"
The other people referred to here refer to other officials outside. It seems that the six ministries and nine ministers should also be present.
Chen Changhe immediately went to convey the order, and soon he brought in thirty-four people from outside, all of whom were the most important officials of the imperial court.
Among these people, only the six ministers and nine ministers were able to kneel inside Nuan Pavilion, while the others could only kneel outside the threshold.
"Dear ministers..."
As the chief minister of the cabinet, Wang Tinghe replied: "All the ministers are here, please give instructions from the emperor!"
After resting for a few seconds, Zhao Yongcheng continued: "From now on... you must... assist your grandson with all your heart!"
Wang Tinghe quickly replied: "I will be loyal to Taisun and the Jin Dynasty after receiving the decree!"
"Emperor..." Zhao Weilong cried, lying on the dragon bed wiping his tears.
"Long'er, in the future...if you have something to do...you need to discuss it with...the ministers...more!"
"My grandson obeys the decree..."
At this moment, Zhao Yongcheng felt severe pain in his chest, and his expression became extremely distorted.
"Emperor...Emperor..." Zhao Weilong was full of worry.
"Duan..." Zhao Yongcheng was as angry as a gossamer.
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Weilong lowered his body, trying to hear more clearly.
Zhao Yongcheng grasped the quilt tightly, his mouth continued to move, but at this time he could no longer make a sound.
Finally, his hand slowly loosened and finally slipped from the bed.
"Emperor? Imperial Ancestor?"
Zhao Weilong called twice, but the old man on the bed had stopped breathing and would no longer be disturbed by the ordinary affairs of the world.
"Emperor..." Zhao Weilong cried loudly.
Zhang Mingfeng stepped forward carefully, and after carefully checking the emperor's pulse, he knelt on the ground with a plop and wailed: "The emperor... has passed away!"
This news is shocking.
When the ministers were sure that the emperor was dead, they all started crying and howling, and the entire Qian'an Palace was enveloped in the sound of crying and howling.
Zhao Weilong was also crying, but at the same time he was also waiting for someone to make him emperor.
It is very important to mourn for the emperor, so no one has spoken yet.
While the ministers were crying and howling, Chen Changhe led several young eunuchs to clean up the aftermath of Zhao Yongcheng's body.
"Your Highness...please express your condolences!" Chen Changhe persuaded.
These words are both persuasion and reminder to Zhao Weilong that it’s time for you to make way.
Huang Zhicheng and several other East Palace officials carefully helped Zhao Weilong up from the ground.
Logically speaking, their level is not high enough to enter the Nuan Pavilion. They can only appear here because they are close ministers of the Crown Prince.
At the moment when he was helped out of the Nuan Pavilion, Zhao Weilong took one last look at Zhao Yongcheng on the dragon bed. This was indeed his last look.
"Emperor Ancestor..."
Soon, Zhao Weilong was helped to the main hall, where most of the officials gathered.
Inside and outside the palace, there were all mourning officials, as well as eunuchs and maids who were busy hanging white flags.
At this moment, Huang Zhicheng was heard saying loudly: "The emperor has passed away, and the country cannot be without a king for a day. Your Highness is the crown prince, and for the sake of heaven, please inherit the throne!"
Hearing these words, the cries and howls of the officials inside and outside the hall gradually subsided, and someone immediately answered: "Please, Your Highness, inherit the throne to bring peace to the world!"
"Please, Your Highness, inherit the throne to bring peace to the world..."
This is also a routine operation. Three invitations and three resignations have always been the case.
"Please, Your Highness, inherit the throne to bring peace to the world..." the officials continued to persuade.
At this time, he also saw clearly the officials' attitude towards him, so Zhao Weilong kept scanning the scene.
At this time, the three pavilion elders and the six ministers and nine ministers also came out. Under the leadership of Wang Tinghe, these senior officials also paid homage and said: "Please, Your Highness, inherit the throne to bring peace to the world..."
"Please, Your Highness, inherit the throne to bring peace to the world..."
"The emperor's ancestor passed away, and I am really..."
Before Zhao Weilong finished speaking, he saw Huang Zhicheng and several East Palace officials supporting Zhao Weilong and walking up the royal steps of the main palace.
Half-pushed and half-moved, Zhao Weilong was carried up the royal steps, and finally sat down on the dragon throne.
Huang Zhicheng and others quickly retreated, then paid homage and said: "The king has decided that the world will be at peace. Long live my emperor!"
All the ministers also paid homage and said: "Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
In the Qian'an Palace, the sound of shouting came and went.
On the imperial steps, Zhao Weilong was in a great mood.
His hand gently touched the faucet on the armrest. At this moment, he felt that the entire world and billions of people were surrendering under his feet.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me and stay on your own terms!"
