There is a royal palace in the east city. This is not the palace of a prince, but because the owner of the family is named Wang. He is the city guard general Wang Ming. He is also the deputy commander of the Suwei Imperial Army and a fourth-grade military attache.
Since the siege of the Yin soldiers at the East City Gate occurred, Meng Zhi, the commander of the Forbidden Army, was demoted by one rank. Although he still held the position of orthodox leader, his influence was obviously not as good as before.
If nothing else happens, he, the deputy commander, will replace him sooner or later, but the accident eventually comes.
Wang Ming was sitting at the main seat of the dining table. His eyes seemed a little hollow. He stared at the dishes on the table without moving his chopsticks. He chewed a mouthful of rice in his mouth for a long time, almost turning it into a paste and forgetting to swallow it.
On the side, a beautiful young woman noticed Wang Ming's strange behavior and immediately asked worriedly.
"My husband, what's wrong with you?"
One sentence directly drew the attention of everyone at the dinner table to Wang Ming. Also present were Wang Ming's parents and a daughter who had just learned to eat by herself.
But under the gaze of the whole family, Wang Ming still didn't react. He still lowered his head and chewed his rice with an absent-minded look on his face.
The family looked at each other in shock, and for a moment they couldn't figure out what had happened to the family's mainstay.
The worry on his wife's face became even heavier, and she immediately reached out and pushed Wang Ming's arm.
"Mr. sir!" Her voice became slightly heavier.
"ah?"
Only then did Wang Ming react and turned his head to look at his wife.
Seeing the worried expressions on the faces of the whole family, Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, but then he realized what he was doing and quickly forced out a smile.
"It's okay, it's just that the God-Proclaiming Ceremony is approaching and there are more things to do. You don't have to worry about it."
Wang Ming fooled him with a casual word, and then he finished the rice in the bowl under the doubtful eyes of the whole family, got up and left the dining table.
The moment he left, his pretended relaxed expression was removed, and he put on that heavy expression again.
The Song Dynasty emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts, and there were almost no pure martial artists among the high-ranking officials in the court, so Wang Ming also had his own study room in his mansion.
He walked through the corridor to his study, locked the doors and windows, took out a letter from the drawer, opened it and looked at it for a moment, then burned it with a candle.
"This is a serious crime of confiscating a family and exterminating a clan..."
Wang Ming leaned weakly on the back of his chair.
To a certain extent, Wang Ming did not actively want to join the mutiny on the day of the God-Proclaiming Ceremony. It was more due to the coercion and inducement of Prince Zhao Gou that he had no choice but to get on the ship.
He didn't dare to do such a major act of rebellion, but he couldn't resist the temptation to become a minister of Conglong. There were less than twelve days left before the Xuancheng Ceremony, and the closer he got, the more worried he became.
Uneasy.
Looking at the moon and stars outside the window, Wang Ming couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, wondering how many people would be as sleepless as him in these approaching nights.
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In the winter of the twenty-sixth year of the Apocalypse, the first snow finally fell on this night.
On the fifth day of October, 11 days before the Xuan Shen Ceremony, the Xuan Shen Platform was officially completed.
On October 11, one night, five days before the God-Proclaiming Ceremony, a group of mysterious people sneaked into the God-Proclaiming Platform and secretly replaced the statues of the Twelve Priests that were originally hanging on the city wall to be unfolded with something else.
On October 13, one night less than three days before the Xuan Shen Ceremony, another wave of mysterious people sneaked into the Xuan Shen Platform and buried something under one of the high platforms.
On October 16th, the God-Proclaiming Ceremony officially began with the roar of gongs and drums!