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Chapter 53 The Abandoned True Princess Returns

They rode at full speed all the way and soon arrived in the capital.

By that time, the emperor was already on his deathbed.

Fan An went straight into the palace. Along the way, people kept kneeling down before her and looking at her with complicated and indescribable eyes.

When she arrived at the bedside and saw the emperor, who was extremely thin due to inability to eat, she still had no expression.

Seeing his daughter's indifference, the emperor felt sad.

He saw the letter that Fan An had sent him not long ago.

If Fan An had not reacted quickly, the information that Fan Mingyu told Tuoba Di would have surely caused them to fail.

The emperor never thought that his daughter, whom he had taught so carefully, would do such a thing.

He actually disregarded the interests of the country for his own selfish reasons.

The emperor exiled Fan Mingyu not long ago.

It was good enough that the emperor didn't take the life of a traitor from Nan Ying.

But Fan Mingyu had always been spoiled. After losing her high position, she had no idea how to live and could only turn to her admirers for help.

Faced with a person who was gathering intelligence for Prince Nanying and providing convenience to the enemy country, Fan Mingyu's admirers all remained silent.

They can still distinguish the concepts of country and family.

Especially Yan Nianwen, the more he admired Fan Mingyu before, the more scared he was now.

Everything he has now is based on the existence of the Yan State, but Fan Mingyu actually wants to overthrow the dynasty!
If the State of Yan is gone, his status and position will be useless!

It has to be said that once people get involved in their own affairs, they will become selfish.

But Fan An was not curious about Fan Mingyu. She just said to the emperor: "I won. Do you have anything else to say?"

The emperor's voice was full of fatigue. He asked his only daughter, "Yes, I am old. But do you really want this throne? If you do, there will be no way out..."

Fan An nodded simply: "I know, but I still want it."

The emperor smiled and said, "Then I will give it to you."

Fan An nodded again, not surprised by the result.

The emperor had been holding on, and after finally meeting Fan An and fulfilling his last wish, the emperor slowly closed his eyes. His breath was erratic, and he spoke with difficulty: "Fan An... This country is now in your hands."

Eunuch Fan on the side wiped his tears, called all the civil and military officials in, and announced the imperial edict that the emperor had given him long ago.

The throne was inherited by Fanan.

There was dissatisfaction in the ministers' eyes, but no one said anything. After all, the emperor was a dead man in their eyes. Who would own the world next would be decided by the victor.

Fanan calmly accepted the order and expressed his gratitude.

The emperor took one last hard look at her and found that Fan'an looked calm and showed no sadness at his impending death. His heart ached.

It was his fault. He was not good enough. He pushed his own child away with his own hands.

But no matter how unwilling or regretful you are, there is no way to make up for it.

The emperor finally closed his eyes.

At this moment, Fanan became the new emperor.

Civil and military officials supported her on the surface, but in fact the entire palace was surrounded by their troops.

Since he dared to come, Fanan would not be unprepared.

On the surface, she received an imperial edict and rushed here urgently, but in fact, she and An Yi and a group of the most elite soldiers under her command arrived in the capital half a month earlier than them. Facing the siege of these people, Fan An acted like a mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole was behind.

Those people died with their eyes open before they even understood what had happened.

The soldiers raised in the capital were not as strong as those who had been truly tempered on the battlefield. They were defeated in an instant.

Groups of people fell in front of the Forbidden City.

The fighting lasted from noon to night, and Fanan finally defeated those people.

They knelt down in surrender, begging the new emperor not to continue.

But Fan An had already written the fate of some people.

She ordered that all the rebels be killed and all the disobedient and disrespectful be arrested, including the men who had killed the original owner.

Their entire family participated in the rebellion.

Fan An just gave them a faint look. The next day, all the traitors were pushed to the Meridian Gate in front of the people and executed by slow slicing.

Not long after, Fan'an held a coronation ceremony and officially ascended the throne.

For the common people, whoever brings them a good life is the good emperor they want to support.

As soon as Fan'an came to the throne, he abolished a lot of unreasonable regulations and re-issued a series of measures to benefit the people.

Taxes and rents were reduced and amnesty was granted, and the people were very happy.

Almost all the people in the court were killed, and the remaining officials were trembling with fear. They all thought that Fan'an would cause chaos, but they didn't expect that she had already found a new group of people and brought them to the border for training.

It’s just in time for me to come back and attend the court this time.

These people were all promoted by Fan'an. They were willing to go through fire and water for him and worked very hard. The court was completely renewed and the people found that they were getting more money.

After Fan'an ascended the throne, he moved into the imperial palace. Only An Yihe and little An Ning were left living in the original princess's mansion.

At this time, after coaxing little An Ning to sleep, he was sitting in the study, wearing a moon-white brocade robe with silver edges, and his handsome face was cold.

The subordinate handed over a list and lowered his voice: "Sir, this is the list I found."

An Yihe took it with a cold face and looked at it. There were more than twenty people. His expression suddenly became even uglier.

These people are all sons of powerful people with good family backgrounds.

Ever since Fan'an's coronation ceremony, many officials have been ready to make moves, some even asking the new emperor to re-appoint the emperor's husband.

Afterwards, ministers from all walks of life recommended their own descendants and paid large sums of money to have their portraits painted. The portraits would be sent to the palace for the new emperor to choose.

Looking at the more than 20 people on the list, An Yihe felt a chill run down his spine: "What... shameless people."

Even though Fan'an and he had no worldly status, they had a child together. Little An Ning was already one year old and could call for help.

However, these power-hungry officials actually used his identity as an excuse and denied An Ning's birth and existence. Did these people think he was dead?

Could it be that after he was stripped of his military power and trapped in the palace, people began to think of him as a soft persimmon?

The next moment, An Yihe instructed his men: "Tell the guards on duty in the palace these days..."

When the man heard what his young master said, his eyes were full of amazement. How could this be possible?

Then, he clasped his fists and said, "Please rest assured, sir. I will definitely do a good job of this task."

However, just as the black-clothed subordinate was about to leave, he turned around and walked in, hesitantly asking, "Sir, do you need me to find a painter for you as well?"

The implication was that he was asking him whether he needed to send the portrait to the palace as well.

An Yihe thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Find a few more. One painter may not be enough. Remember, they must be skilled..."