I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 120 Ascending the Throne

This mission was quite simple.

"If we pass through that forest, we will arrive at the State of Yan."

“Since my dear grandson wants to go find Yan boy, then we can stay there.”

He had watched Yan Li grow up since he was a child, and Yan Li treated his grandson better than he did. He stayed here to find Yan Li to rely on.

Shen Yuan carried the bundle in front, followed by more than a dozen carriages and dozens of servants.

"Have you moved your whole house here?"

That brat, anyone who didn't know better would think they were from a wealthy family.

"Old man, this is what we'll be using to make a living from now on. I've already planned it all out. When we go to the Yan Kingdom, we'll open a hundred or two hundred shops first..."

The kid started talking nonsense again. Although he was unhappy about it, Shen Jing was still smiling.

In the blink of an eye.

A year has passed.

Shen Qingqing stayed in the capital of Yan, and Yan Li took her on a tour of almost the entire capital.

"My dear grandson, you're back! Look what Grandpa prepared for you today!"

A large table, with more than a dozen nine-square grid dishes arranged on it.

"What is this? My dear sister, I have never seen it before."

"Hot pot! This was invented by my precious grandson, you'll never forget it after just one bite!"

Four years into the reign of Emperor Huaimeng, the emperor passed away, the crown prince ascended the throne, the Northern Liao was defeated, the territory of the Mo Kingdom expanded, and General Shen returned in triumph.

"General, conquering the Northern Liao is a great achievement. You should think about what reward you should ask the Emperor for!"

Xiao Lin patted the person next to him on the shoulder.

Four years. In those four years, the two went through life and death together, and Xiao Lin had long regarded Shen Mo as a brother.

Now that she's eighteen, her whole demeanor has changed.

"A reward..."

The man murmured.

He exuded an aura that kept others from approaching, but Xiao Lin was the only one who dared to speak to him.

The jet-black armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

His face was sharply defined, and his narrow eyes were cold and unfeeling.

His long black hair was tied up and fluttered in the wind, with a few wisps of hair falling across his forehead, obscuring his murderous eyes.

"General, are you having another headache?"

Seeing Shen Mo's expression, Xiao Lin was also unsure. General Shen...

Is he planning to kill someone again?

Since his injury and subsequent months-long coma, Shen Mo has become a completely different person.

To outsiders, things have changed, but to Xiao Lin, it's less a change and more a liberation.

"Your Majesty, there is no one left in the Prime Minister's residence."

A person, completely wrapped up except for their eyes, gave a report.

Snap—

The tiger tally he was playing with fell to the ground, but the person involved did not react at all.

"Lord."

The kneeling man picked up the item from the ground and respectfully offered it up, his eyes fixed on the ground the entire time, not daring to look up.

The Lord's temper seems to have worsened...

Kneeling on the ground, Yingyi silently shook his head in his heart. How could they possibly guess what their master was thinking?

"Let's go."

Shen Mo turned around, took the tiger tally, and his face was gloomy.

The coronation ceremony.

Inside the magnificent, golden hall.

All the civil and military officials knelt down, except for one person who was late in arriving.

"The time has come!"

"Announce His Majesty's last edict!"

By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees:

"My time is drawing to a close, therefore I pass the throne to my third son, Shen Mo. I hope he will unify the Central Plains, protect my Mo Kingdom, and ensure the eternal stability of our empire. So be it!"

The imperial edict shocked the entire court.

"how come?"

"General Shen is actually the Third Prince!"

"Wasn't the Third Prince burned to death in a fire ten years ago?"

"Yes!"

There was a lot of discussion below.

The Crown Prince knelt before the platform, and when he looked up, he met the gaze of the Imperial Concubine. He lowered his head to hide the unease in his eyes.

"impossible!"

An old minister was the first to get up, his eyes wide with anger, pointing at the brocade book from which the imperial edict was being read.

"His Majesty values ​​the Crown Prince and would not easily depose him. How could he possibly pass the throne to him...?"

"If General Shen is the Third Prince, wouldn't that be a crime of deceiving the Emperor? Therefore, I resolutely refuse!"

"That's right!"

Another person stood up and said, "The Crown Prince has worked diligently for the people for so many years, and we have all witnessed this deeply!"

"General Shen is away from home for many years. I don't know what methods he used to change the Emperor's mind. It was probably premeditated!"

One after another, in quick succession, like the burning of an incense stick.

All the civil and military officials stood up, leaving only a few kneeling on the ground, silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward.

Da da da--

For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward.

Da da da--

"Since you gentlemen disagree, then let each of you take turns being emperor."

He wore a dark black robe and walked with steady steps.

He walked to the position symbolizing supreme power, reached out and touched the dragon throne, shook his head in disdain, and casually sat down on the magnificent dragon throne.

Instantly, the hall was overwhelmed by his invisible aura and plunged into panic.

"how?"

He rested one hand naturally on the armrest.

His fingers tapped absently, his head tilted slightly back, and his eyes scanned the area below with amusement.

"This……"

"We were talking about the Crown Prince ascending the throne, we did not dare to have such thoughts, please do not speak nonsense, Your Highness."

After Mo Jing's death, the court officials openly and secretly supported the Crown Prince.

The second prince was obsessed with martial arts and spent many years traveling south, neglecting state affairs. As a result, the entire court gradually became a one-man show for the crown prince.

"But I have never spoken nonsense!"

His expression was full of smiles as he looked up and glanced at Jinshu, who was holding the imperial edict.

Jinshu respectfully handed over the imperial edict, but unexpectedly it was thrown away by Mojing in mid-air.

thump—

He rolled over to the first minister who had spoken.

"Then whoever you think is suitable to be emperor, give this thing to them..."

His eyes held a smile, but it was a cold smile.

The ministers looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward.

"If that's the case, then the throne..."

Before he finished speaking, the minister picked up the imperial edict from the ground and knelt down to walk towards the crown prince.

tear-

The longsword was drawn and landed on the ground. Holding the sword, Mo Jing still had a smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes filled with excitement.

He tiptoed and raised his sword.

Immediately, the other ministers trembled and lowered their heads. Some of the standing ministers, who had no backbone, all cowered and knelt on the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere, landing on Mo Ruizhe's (the Crown Prince's) face.

It also splashed onto that will.

"How dare you murder a minister in the main hall!"

"It seems that the Third Prince lacks benevolence and righteousness, and is unfit for great responsibilities. If the Mo Kingdom is handed over to you, it will perish sooner or later!"

The speaker was furious, his face flushed, and he was extremely disgusted by Mo Jing's behavior.

"The late emperor taught that the country should be governed with benevolence. Forgive my bluntness, but Your Highness is not worthy of your position!"

His appearance was reminiscent of an ancient sage.

The remaining ministers, after hearing these words, felt their fear of the recent death lessen somewhat.

Some even wanted to break free from their fear and give a proper shout of agreement.

"Heh~"

Mo Jing tilted his head back and chuckled, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"so……"

He gripped the longsword tightly, his sickly fingers cracking from the force.

Step by step, he approached the minister who had spoken, and before the minister could open his mouth again, the sword pierced straight through his heart.

"you!"

His body lay on the ground.

The smell of blood permeated the entire hall, making Mo Jing feel dizzy, a state he quite enjoyed.

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