Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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three days later.

News from Chuzhou City slowly reached the capital.

In the imperial city, in the imperial court.

"The Prince of Zhenbei colluded with the Witch God Cult for his own selfish desires, intending to sacrifice 300,000 people of Chuzhou City to break through to the second rank of martial arts."

"The northern barbarians took the opportunity to attack Chuzhou City, and the northern border of Dafeng was almost in danger."

"Your Majesty, we urge you to hold a spring sacrifice next year to launch a northern expedition against the Witch God Sect, thus enhancing the prestige of our Great Feng Kingdom."

The officials who returned from Chuzhou City recounted everything they had witnessed, including all the details.

Some officials even abruptly removed their official robes, revealing blood-written letters worn close to their skin.

The handwriting was filled with grief and indignation, and was shocking to behold.

Upon seeing this, the officials in the court tacitly united and began to launch a sharp and scathing denunciation.

"I implore Your Majesty to demote the Prince of Huai to a commoner."

"Give the people of the world an explanation!"

On the dragon throne.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuanjing's face darkened as if it were a stagnant pool.

He gripped the handrail tightly with both hands, his knuckles taut, as if he wanted to crush it into dust.

Ultimately, this uproar lasted for a full half hour.

The officials in the imperial court were also tired of denouncing him.

Emperor Yuanjing had finally waited for his opportunity. He slowly raised his eyes, his voice hoarse and weary:

"The late emperor once said that the Prince of Huai is the pillar of our Great Feng, possessing both literary and military talents, and can protect the stability of a corner of the country."

"I...I...I simply cannot believe that my own brother would commit such a heinous and utterly wicked act that disregards the well-being of all people!"

He leaned on the armrest of the dragon throne, his tone growing increasingly sorrowful:

"The Prince of Huai is my brother, born of the same mother. Although his actions were not entirely appropriate, he ultimately did not cause a catastrophic disaster!"

"The northern border remains impregnable, and the people of Chuzhou are safe and sound."

The conversation suddenly shifted.

Emperor Yuanjing's voice was tinged with uncontrollable grief: "Only my younger brother is no longer alive!"

The hall was completely silent. Emperor Yuanjing's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled.

Who can live a life without making mistakes?

That brings us to this point.

He suddenly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and two lines of clear tears rolled down his cheeks.

He looked exactly like a brother who had lost his younger brother and was filled with resentment.

"The Prince of Huai has already paid with his life for his mistakes!"

Why won't you forgive him even after he's dead?!

Emperor Yuanjing slowly stepped down from the dragon throne, his black dragon robe trailing on the ground, each step he took was steady and heavy.

He brought the imposing aura of the dragon throne directly to the officials.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, sweeping over the civil and military officials on the steps, his tone cold and resolute, leaving no room for argument.

He confronted everyone on the spot.

"As the eldest brother, I am like a father; today I will ensure my younger brother's dignity even in death!"

"Who among you has any objections?!"

Every official in the imperial court was a seasoned politician, adept at considering danger, retreat, and change.

How could I not hear it?

The political deals implied in Emperor Yuanjing's words.

At the same time, the original condemnation of Prince Huai was elevated to a political issue concerning the face of the royal family.

In any case, the Prince of Zhenbei is dead, so the northern border is secure and the people are safe and sound.

It is to continue denouncing the Prince of Huai, tearing away the royal family's fig leaf and tarnishing the royal family's reputation.

It's all for my future career prospects.

Emperor Yuanjing returned the power to choose the answer to the question to the court officials.

This is not his problem.

It's not a problem for everyone in the court.

Whoever wanted to cause Emperor Yuanjing headaches over the matter of the Prince of Huai, he would cause them headaches in the officialdom.

After all, it was a dynasty ruled by hereditary monarchy.

Upholding the royal reputation is politically correct.

Seeing that no one objected, Emperor Yuanjing continued slowly:

"Since none of you have any objections!"

"Then we will publicly declare that the northern barbarians are colluding with the Witch God Cult, intending to invade the Central Plains from the south!"

"Prince Huai fought to the death to protect the people of the northern border, sacrificing himself for his country. He truly deserves to be called a pillar of the nation!"

"I have decided! Next spring, we will launch a northern expedition!"

At this moment, all the civil and military officials in the court turned their attention to Wei Yuan in blue.

They seemed to be waiting for his answer.

Wei Yuan had no objection and replied with his hands clasped, "As Your Majesty says."

He has always viewed things rationally.

Since the northern border and its people are unharmed, the outcome can be considered correct.

As for reputation, that's always just an empty title.

If Emperor Yuanjing agrees to the Northern Expedition, it can be considered a good deed.

at the same time.

With Wei Yuan already on their side, what more could the court officials say?

But at this moment.

A lazy voice rang out from outside the main hall.

And the crisp, deafening sound of applause.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Even though the Prince of Zhenbei has become a traitor, he can still be a pillar of the nation."

"In that case, wouldn't my killing of the Prince of Huai make me a lawless and rebellious traitor?"

"My lords, look at me! Don't I look like a traitorous rebel?"

Luo Chen stood at the entrance of the imperial court, his hands resting on the Zhenguo Sword.

His eyes were disdainful and indifferent, exuding the aura of an emperor.

The sound of a dragon's roar could be faintly heard.

"Fine, I doubt any of you would dare to speak frankly. Anyway, there are great scholars to defend me!"