Chapter 163 Zhao Gou officially takes the Zen position
The moment Zhao Ding stepped back to Suzhou from Zhao Yingluo's camp, the night was as dark as thick ink. He walked through the dimly lit streets and walked straight to the Suzhou government office, but his heart was full of mixed emotions and he didn't know how to speak to Zhao Gou. In the government office, Zhao Gou was anxiously waiting for news from Zhao Ding. He was sitting in a dimly lit study, with a haggard face and deep uneasiness and helplessness in his eyes. When Zhao Ding's figure appeared at the door, he stood up suddenly and asked eagerly: "How is it? Did Zhao Yingluo agree?" Zhao Ding took a deep breath, walked slowly to Zhao Gou, and whispered: "Guan family, Zhao Yingluo agreed. She agreed to give you the honor of the Supreme Emperor, and also agreed not to embarrass Qin Hui and other ministers for the time being." When Zhao Gou heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, a tired and complicated smile appeared on his face, as if at this moment, he was relieved of a heavy burden. However, when he opened his eyes again, the unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes were even stronger. "Okay, okay." Zhao Gou said two good words in succession, but could not hide the trembling in his voice, "As long as I can keep your throne, I will be relieved." Zhao Ding looked at Zhao Gou's expression and felt sad in his heart. He knew how difficult and painful this decision was for Zhao Gou. In the following days, Zhao Gou's army merged with Zhao Yingluo's army, and an army of 200,000 arrived in Lin'an in a mighty manner.
Outside Lin'an City, they merged with Han Shizhong's army again. Zhao Yingluo entered Lin'an City with Zhao Gou under the escort of thousands of elites. On August 20, the day of the Great Court Meeting arrived as scheduled. Zhao Gou sat on the throne unwillingly and glanced at Zhao Yingluo sitting next to him with complicated eyes. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a phoenix crown on her head, and her demeanor was majestic and noble. Zhao Gou couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Was it jealousy, helplessness, or unwillingness? He couldn't tell himself clearly. At this moment, the chamberlain Feng Yi loudly read the abdication edict. His voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word was clearly heard by everyone. Those ministers who didn't know the inside story were all surprised when they heard the contents of the edict! They looked at each other and whispered, as if they couldn't believe their ears. Qin Hui's face was particularly ugly. He stood in the courtroom, staring gloomily at the edict in Feng Yi's hand, clenching his hands into fists. He knew that once this edict was read, his power and status would disappear. He reluctantly glanced at Zhao Gou and Zhao Yingluo sitting on the throne, his heart full of resentment and helplessness. After the edict was read, Zhao Gou stood up and sat on the right side. His movements were a little stiff and slow, as if he was no longer the aloof emperor at this moment. The palace people placed Zhao Min, who was less than three years old, on the dragon throne. Zhao Min burst into tears watching this scene, as if he could feel the depression and heaviness in the air. At this moment, Zhao Yingluo got up from the seat next to her, picked up Zhao Min and sat on the dragon chair. Her movements were gentle and decisive, as if announcing to everyone that she had taken over the power of the throne. She looked down at Zhao Min in her arms, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
As his aunt, as long as she can teach this little emperor well, the Song Dynasty will have a future. Zhao Gou looked at Zhao Yingluo and Zhao Min sitting on the dragon throne, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He once sat in that position, enjoying the glory and power of thousands of people worshiping him. But now, he could only watch helplessly as his throne was taken away, unable to do anything. The hall fell into deathly silence again. Only Zhao Min's cry echoed, as if telling the change of power and helplessness in this court. Zhao Gou closed his eyes and let tears slide down his cheeks. When the ministers saw Zhao Yingluo sitting on the dragon throne, they were shocked. They looked at each other, whispering, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. Some ministers loyal to Zhao Gou even angrily accused Zhao Yingluo of being inconsistent with etiquette and blatantly provoking the authority of the royal family. "Your Highness, what do you mean by this?" an old minister asked with a trembling voice, "The dragon chair is the seat of the emperor. If you act like this, where will you place the official family?" Zhao Yingluo sat on the dragon chair expressionlessly, scanning the ministers with cold eyes. Zhao Min in her arms had stopped crying and was looking at everything around him curiously. Zhao Yingluo knew clearly that at this moment, she must show enough majesty and momentum to intimidate these dissatisfied ministers. "Since I am in charge of the country, it is in line with etiquette to sit on the Dragon Throne." Zhao Yingluo said coldly, "If you have any objections, just raise them and I will answer them one by one." Although her voice was not high-pitched, it conveyed an unquestionable majesty. The ministers were intimidated by her aura, and for a while no one dared to question her. However, at this moment, a minister with an upright character stood up. He glared at Zhao Yingluo and said loudly: "Your Royal Highness, although you are the royal sister of the official family, you cannot trample on the dignity of the royal family so unscrupulously! If you do this, where will the official family be? Regardless of the etiquette of the Song Dynasty. Where?" The minister's words immediately resonated with other ministers. They all echoed, accusing Zhao Yingluo of being unethical and demanding that she leave the throne immediately.
Facing the accusations from the ministers, Zhao Yingluo remained calm. She glanced coldly at the minister who took the lead in accusing her, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart. She knew that the reason why these ministers dared to accuse her so arrogantly was simply because they looked down on her as a woman and believed that she was not qualified to sit on the dragon throne. At this moment, Wen Boyuan, who was standing by, saw this and half-drawn his sword. The blade of the sword shone with cold light, exuding a fierce murderous aura. He said sternly to the ministers: "Your Highness, the Princess, supervises the country and sits on the Dragon Throne. It is also in line with etiquette! If you dare to make noise again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!" Wen Boyuan's words immediately silenced the ministers. They looked at the sword in Wen Boyuan's hand in horror, and couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. They knew that now there were Zhao Yingluo's guards in the main hall, and there was no point in holding on any longer, so they had no choice but to let Zhao Yingluo sit on the dragon chair holding Zhao Min. When Zhao Yingluo saw this, she couldn't help feeling satisfied. She knew that Wen Boyuan's words had already played a role in frightening the officials. At this moment, she only needs to add more fire to make these ministers surrender completely. So, she said coldly: "I know that you are dissatisfied. However, what I want to tell you is that this throne is not what I want. The reason why I am sitting here is just to protect the official family. Security and the stability of the Song Dynasty. If you can find a more suitable candidate to supervise the country, I will give up my position immediately!" Zhao Yingluo's words once again made the ministers feel an irresistible sense of surrender. At this moment, they were completely overwhelmed by her aura and no longer dared to have the slightest objection. The hall fell into deathly silence again. Only Zhao Min, who was in Zhao Yingluo's arms, occasionally let out a few crisp laughs, as if laughing at the incompetence and cowardice of these ministers.
Zhao Yingluo looked at her nephew in her arms, and couldn't help but feel tenderness in her heart. Zhao Yingluo was still young, and he would definitely be a good little emperor under his guidance in the future. The Song Dynasty would become strong again in her and his hands. . (End of this chapter)