Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

"Your Majesty, do you not even want your last vestige of honor?"

After Lin Wantang quietly sneaked into the palace, she arrived at Chengqian Palace with Sanxi's guidance. After a heated debate, the Empress still didn't realize that the situation was hopeless and arrogantly wanted to show off her power.

"I've already told you, Shen Huai'an has been poisoned by me. It seems like I'm not showing it at all, but as long as I follow my heart, I can make him take effect whenever I want..."

"You bitch!" The Empress was furious and rushed over, raising her hand to slap Lin Wantang, but her wrist was restrained by Jiang Fulu as soon as she raised it.

"Your Majesty, you know everything Shen Hu did back then. As husband and wife, we are one. I don't believe you were completely unaware and innocent. So, don't blame anyone for what has happened today. Just obediently go on your way."

The Empress, her eyes blazing with fury, pulled her hand back and shoved Jiang Fulu away viciously: "You audacious wretch! Who do you think you are? I am the Empress! You dare to try and force me! You think Wei Wujiu can change the world by fabricating a fabricated backstory based on hearsay? Wishful thinking!"

"Even if he deceived everyone and wasn't considered a eunuch because he hadn't been castrated, how many days could his body still live?"

Looking at the Empress's stubborn and arrogant face, Lin Wantang couldn't help but laugh, but she also pointed out the key point: "It seems that the Empress knows everything."

"Mirage heart sand."

The moment Lin Wantang uttered those words, the Empress's expression changed drastically.

That has already explained everything.

Lin Wantang caught the subtle change in her expression and sneered, narrowing her eyes: "What a pity. I have found the antidote for the poison of the Mirage Heart Sand. After Your Highness took it, the poison was completely eliminated, and your body is now fine."

Not only that, after Lin Wantang returned to the capital, he had Chunhen give the remaining antidote to Lin Rucong, as well as Jiang Sijiu and Wei Liu. After they took it, they were cured of the poison. Lin Rucong also gave the antidote to several of his colleagues who had also been coerced by the emperor with poison.

The Empress was stunned and speechless. She then tried to shout for help to arrest Lin Wantang and the others, but outside, the Imperial Guards and the Northern Border Army of the Embroidered Uniform Guards were locked in fierce fighting, and all sorts of noises filled the air. In that instant, the Empress realized that everything was beyond saving...

In fact, the Empress had already prepared to die the night she learned that Shen Huai'an had suddenly launched a coup. If Shen Huai'an succeeded, she could accept it, but if he failed, the Emperor would not spare her any chance.

At this moment, the Empress knew that only if she died could Shen Huai'an fight to the death, and perhaps there would still be room for maneuver. But in any case, she would no longer be a burden to her son.

"Lin Wantang, I underestimated you. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have spared your life..."

But it was too late to say anything.

The victor will be king, the loser will be villain; it's all predetermined.

The Empress staggered toward the three-foot-long white silk that Sanxi had already hung up, while Lin Wantang, not wanting to see any of this, also turned and left.

Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, the Imperial Guards and the Northern Army joined forces to storm the palace, achieving a great victory and capturing Shen Huai'an in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Lin Wantang walked along the palace wall, her mind in turmoil. Behind her, she heard Jiang Fulu's footsteps approaching, and he said, "Madam, the Empress has passed away."

Unable to bear being captured and humiliated, Shen Huai'an laughed wildly and then committed suicide by cutting his own throat with his sword.

In his brief struggle, Shen Hu could not withstand the ravages of his illness and the torment in his heart. Following the edict left to him by Wei Wujiu, he copied it down in a frantic, cursive script, finally leaving behind the real jade seal that he had longed for all his life, before passing away.

The family of three, guilty of heinous crimes, also met their end.

Wei Wujiu led his army into the palace, and from afar, he saw her walking towards him.

In an instant, his heart surged with emotion and excitement. He dismounted, strode to her, and embraced her tightly. "What are you doing here? It's all over, all over..."

Lin Wantang listened to his comforting words and felt his patting her back, so gentle yet seemingly able to blend their hearts together, weathering storms together, sharing joys and sorrows, never to be separated again.

From this day forward, there will be no more Wei Wujiu, the Director of the Eastern Depot. All that remains is Shen Chengji, the son left behind by Emperor Jing and Empress Xiaowen, who was born and made Crown Prince. He lived a life of luxury and was outstanding in both literature and martial arts.

From this day forward, the injustices of that year will be redressed, the truth will be revealed to the world, and the spirits of the late emperor and his successors will be comforted. Great Yue will also usher in a true ruler.

From this day forward, the direct descendants of the royal family will return to their original positions, acting in accordance with the will of Heaven, and in a righteous and honorable manner.

Lin Wantang was filled with emotion. She looked at the soldiers who had laid down their weapons and armor in the distance, and the court officials and relatives who had rushed over to inquire. She stepped out of Wei Wujiu's arms before them, and then looked at his face with solemnity and respect. She lifted her long skirt and knelt down three times and bowed nine times.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects! Long live the Emperor!"

Shen Chengji spent two months stabilizing the court officials, governing the western border, and signing a treaty with the Western Liao Kingdom for a hundred years of peace. He also listened to the different opinions of the court officials and finally overruled the objections, agreeing to open trade with the Western Liao Kingdom, build trade routes, benefit all people, and strengthen our dynasty.

Taxes and corvée labor were reduced, allowing the entire nation to recuperate and thrive.

However, prior to this, the court officials had offered their advice, and the Imperial Astronomical Bureau had also selected an auspicious day: the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, the day when the new reign title was bestowed by Heaven.

On the ninefold steps of the Forbidden City, the emperor's enthronement ceremony and the empress's investiture ceremony were held on the same day, a rare occurrence throughout history, witnessed by all nations, with a general amnesty and universal celebration.

At the third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM), bells and drums sounded in unison, their echoes resounding throughout the palace.

Outside Fengtian Gate, the imperial procession stretched for miles, with golden maces, axes, and stirrups gleaming in the sky, and five-colored dragon flags fluttering in the wind.

The civil and military officials, dressed in their court robes, stood in complete silence, arranged according to their rank.

When the auspicious hour arrives, ritual music begins, with Shao music and Zhonghe music intertwined, the sound soaring through the clouds.

Shen Chengji, dressed in a twelve-patterned dragon robe, with a jade belt around his waist and red shoes, slowly ascended the throne amidst the high-pitched chants of the master of ceremonies.

On the throne, nine dragons coiled, and the Emperor himself stood in the hall.

Receiving the rites of three dukes, three sovereigns, three kneelings, and nine kowtows, the mountains roared and the seas roared, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, and all was solemn.

After the enthronement ceremony concluded, the music and ceremonies changed slightly, and the investiture ceremony followed immediately.

The phoenix palanquin slowly approached from the direction of Kunning Palace, adorned with bright yellow tassels and golden phoenixes spreading their wings, surrounded by palace lanterns as bright as day.

Chunhen and Qiuying jointly led the palace maids, standing by their sides year after year.

Lin Wantang wore a dragon and phoenix matching gown and a crown with nine dragons and four phoenixes, adorned with pearls and jade, her hair ornaments swaying gently, and her shawl trailing on the ground, making her appear as if lotus flowers blooming with every step.

Supported by a noblewoman, they ascended the steps.

The envoy, holding a golden book and seal, read the decree aloud, each word ringing with conviction.

Lin Wantang looked at Shen Chengji, who was standing close by, with a smile on her face. She first knelt down to express her gratitude, then accepted the golden seal and book symbolizing the Empress's status, and then performed the grand ceremony of three kneelings and six kowtows.

Shen Chengji helped her up, their hands clasped tightly together.

When the ceremony was completed, the emperor and empress stood side by side, receiving the homage of hundreds of officials and tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, the sun rises at its zenith, casting its rays upon the glazed tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, making it resplendent in gold and green.

One emperor and one empress, both receiving the mandate of heaven, are forever united in heart and mind.