What the civil and military officials did not expect was that just after the decree of the deposed Crown Prince was read out, Li Cheng immediately took out a new decree. The content of the new decree was to directly transfer the throne to the Third Prince, Feng Wuchen, and the Emperor was choosing to abdicate and become the Supreme Emperor!
For a moment, all the ministers were stunned.
"This... what exactly is going on? We haven’t heard a single rumor."
If they had caught wind of it beforehand, it would have been alright, but before this, they truly hadn’t heard a bit of news.
How could the Emperor suddenly decide to abdicate?
Could something they were unaware of have happened?
While the civil and military officials were exchanging glances, Feng Qingyang suppressed his inner anger and reluctance as he walked out of the Imperial Study Room.
Then, very reluctantly, he said, "Since I got infected with the plague last time, my health has been declining day by day. After much thought, I have ultimately decided to abdicate early to take care of myself properly. Henceforth, this world will be entrusted to Wuchen."
After saying this, he looked at Feng Wuchen, "Wuchen, after you ascend to the throne, you must be diligent and love the people, be a good emperor, and do not disappoint my expectations and trust in you."
Upon hearing these words, Feng Wuchen finally felt a sense of reality settling in.
The next moment, he immediately knelt before Feng Qingyang and said, "Your son humbly accepts Father Emperor’s teachings!"
"Hmm, stand up." Feng Qingyang coldly glanced at Feng Wuchen.
In his heart, he was filled with hatred.
All these years, all his thoughts had been focused on dealing with Feng Qiwu.
Yet in the end, he found himself defeated by the son he cared the least about.
It truly was like a hunter who spent all his days hunting geese, only to have his eyes pecked out by one!
But even with a thousand grudges and ten thousand unwillingness in his heart, he now had no choice but to bow to the circumstances.
...
After Feng Qingyang’s words fell, the ministers who already stood on Feng Wuchen’s side immediately stepped forward and loudly proclaimed, "This humble minister greets the new Emperor, long live His Majesty!"
With the first person taking the lead, the other ministers quickly came to their senses as well and began saluting Feng Wuchen.
"Greet the new Emperor, long live His Majesty!"
The sound of the greeting was loud and orderly, yet it fell into Feng Qingyang’s ears, sounding sharp and unpleasant.
For a moment, he couldn’t help but clench his hands tightly within his sleeves, wearing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes as he looked at Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen, at this moment, put on a bewildered and helpless expression, looking to Feng Qingyang for help.
Only then did Feng Qingyang say, "Why is Wuchen looking at me? They are kneeling to you, not me."
Upon hearing this, Feng Wuchen reluctantly nodded to the civil and military officials, "My dear ministers, please rise."
Only then did the ministers stand up.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang coldly swept his gaze over the civil and military officials, then turned and left.
Every second he lingered here added to his anger!
...
After entering the Imperial Study Room, Feng Qingyang coldly looked at Lingsu, "Feng Wuchen has ascended the throne as you wished. Now you can leave!"
Upon hearing this, Lingsu appeared somewhat satisfied.
Then she said to Feng Qingyang, "Leave? The one who should leave is not me, but you!"
"I’ll give you three days to pack up and leave the Imperial Palace, or else don’t blame me for being unkind."
Feng Qingyang’s face instantly turned livid with anger, "Don’t push me too far!"
At this moment, Feng Wuchen entered.