Xiao Chengyi glanced at the silent courtiers in the hall and asked: "Do you know whether Yan Jingxuan is a wise king or not?
You want to force him to abdicate, is it because he is not the son of the late emperor, or do you think he is difficult to handle?
Put an end to your ambition of relying on your daughter to rise to the top of the sky and dominate the world? Huh?"
He slapped the desk violently, his aura was majestic and breathtaking.
All the courtiers were dumbfounded, because everything Xiao Chengyi said was true.
Yan Jingxuan was indeed a wise king. After he ascended the throne, he worked diligently, loved the people, and purged the officialdom. Apart from insisting on his own way in selecting concubines after he became emperor, he did not make any other mistakes.
However, as court officials, they all know that the only way to keep their family prosperous is to become a relative of the emperor, be granted a title of marquis, worship the prime minister, and be kind to their descendants.
Since ancient times, which emperor has not had three palaces and six courtyards? And the emperor's harem is closely related to the previous dynasty. This is already tacitly understood by the courtiers.
But Yan Jingxuan blocked their road to wealth and stopped their thoughts.
In this case, they deposed his throne and supported others. After all, kings and ministers are meant to achieve mutual success.
Xiao Chengyi looked at them and continued: "You didn't say anything, but you acquiesced?
If you think that Beichen's court will be in chaos without veterans like you, you are wrong.
As an official of the imperial court, I don't think about how to petition for the people, but I always spend my thoughts on other places, daydreaming about your blue sky.
In this case, it would be better to take off your official robe as soon as possible, abdicate in favor of someone worthy of your position, and go home to take care of yourself."
The courtiers couldn't help but feel a little flustered when they heard this. Many of them were veterans of the late emperor's time. They were once young and had the world in mind, determined to be upright officials who served the country and the people.
But there are too many compulsions on this road, especially knowing the true face of the late emperor and knowing that His Majesty, to whom he is loyal, is doing things worse than an animal.
So they had a rebellious heart, thinking that the new emperor might be able to handle it when he was young, but they ran into a tough nut.
Now it seems that Xiao Chengyi is more difficult to tame than Yan Jingxuan. Once they recognize his royal identity, they really will have no future.
Someone was unwilling to give in and stood up bravely and said: "May I ask Mr. Xiao, who is your biological mother and what is her current status?"
Xiao Chengyi narrowed his eyes, stared at the person and said: "My biological mother is Princess Nanyue, the biological sister of Emperor Nanyue, and I am now the regent of Nanyue."
The man seemed to have caught something big, he said: "Since you are the regent of Nanyue, what qualifications do you have to interfere with our Beichen's political affairs?
So what if your Prince Chen is an orphan? Your biological mother is from Nanyue, and we, Beichen and Nanyue, have always been enemies.
Just because you have the blood of Nanyue Royal Family, you are not worthy of touching our Beichen territory."
His words rekindled the hope of the officials, and everyone agreed: "Yes, I, the King of Beichen, will not tolerate improper blood."
Xiao Chengyi looked at them indifferently and asked: "So, your final decision is to support King Jing as the new emperor of Beichen?"
The courtier responded: "King Jing is the only heir left by the late emperor. His biological mother was of noble birth and is the most suitable heir to the throne."
Xiao Chengyi nodded: "Okay, now that you have made up your mind, let's declare ourselves king."
Not long after, someone came in from outside the palace, and it was King Jing Yuan Shuolin.
When the courtiers saw King Jing, they all shouted excitedly: "Your Highness."