Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other - Chapter 63.1

I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave the palace…”

Jing Yan stuffed the scroll into my hand, “Emperor Sister…hurry up…”

I clutched his sleeve tightly, “I don’t want…”

With tears in his eyes, Jing Yan gently wiped it away for me, “I can see the emperor again at the end…I will be relieved…It’s a pity that I haven’t been able to see the queen again…and my under-term child… ”

The people outside the door urged again, Jing Yan slowly pushed me away, “If you don’t leave, everything will be in vain… You are me, the father, the last hope of Daqing… leave…”

I finally left the palace in such a hurry, before the same scene banquet said the last goodbye.

The cold wind pierced the bones, and once again came out of the palace, the bustling scenes all over the city seemed to have been suddenly erased, and the world suddenly fell into solemnity.

Under Ming Jiansi’s arrangement, I avoided the Jingshi who had been rigorously searched for and returned to the most secret hiding place of Ming Jiansi.

This underground secret room, even if it is lit by candlelight, is more suffocating than the night.

I can’t imagine Jing Yan lying alone in the huge bedroom, slowly closing his eyes, and slowly leaving, what he would think about and how lonely he would be.

I curled up on the ground and read the edict given to me by Jing Yan many times. After all, I buried my head in my knees and couldn’t stop trembling.

This night is destined to be awake at night.

It took another two days when the news of Emperor Yanjia reached the shops.

It is said that when the people in the palace found Jing Yan in the bedroom, he had died in his sleep. For a time, there was a sorrow and sorrow in the palace, inside and outside the court, but behind that pain, more conspiracies were ready to move.

Now the courtiers handed over everything to Jing Lan to deal with, including the auspicious hour of the emperor’s death, condolences, and funeral ceremonies, all of which had to be presented to him for viewing. Although the court and the opposition did not say anything, they seemed to have treated Jing Lan. Regarded as the only heir to the throne.

Over the past few days, Xiao Jinglan has been searching the imperial city with eyeliners, but after all he dare not say who he is searching for. The shrimp soldiers and crabs do not know exactly what kind of person he wants to capture, even if I walk grandiosely on the street, they will Failed to realize the reason.

I think this may also be the last piece of advice Jing Lan gave me—all the soldiers and horses in Beijing are in his hands, and the situation is a foregone conclusion.

In fact, so far, Jing Lan’s political attitude is still humble and courteous, which also confirms what Jing Yan said-Jing Lan doesn’t know his true background, and he still regards himself as my eldest brother. Believe that even though I am annoyed by him, I will not make fun of Jiangshan Sheji, after all, he thinks that there is only one blood left in the Xiao family.

From this point of view, he would most likely be “entrusted” by the ministers in front of the coffin on the day of the spirit, and he had to take over the weight of the king of this country for the sake of the country.

It’s a pity that he has missed this crucial section, and this game is difficult to conclude.

Things change rapidly.

I never thought that one day, I would stand on the opposite side of the big emperor brother, whom I admired most since childhood.

On the day when Jing Yan was out of the funeral, I was placed in the palace under the arrangement of Ming Jiansi. After putting on a filial dress, he walked slowly into the Yanfu Palace where the coffin was placed as the emperor and princess.

Inside and outside Yanfu Palace, civil and military officials were all standing.

When the eunuchs outside the palace shouted “Princess Xiangyi is here,” everyone turned their heads and looked at me out of thin air with unbelievable eyes as they approached.

The hall was covered with white cloth tents. I walked to the gate of the palace, and at a glance I saw the coffin lying across the hall and Jing Lan, who was sitting on his knees with a filial piety belt.

He slowly stood up and looked at me, with an indescribable look in his bottomless eyes.

Before this moment, he could not stop me from entering the palace, so when I got to this point, no one in the world could stop a sister from condoning his brother.

I paused slightly, and slowly stepped into the threshold of the temple. Although the important ministers in the temple were shocked, they quickly recovered, made a way for me, and nodded slightly to me.

Jing Lan shocked her whole body as if she saw me at first sight, and said in pain, “Xiangyi, you are back…”

I did not respond to him. I walked straight to the coffin. Jing Yan was lying quietly at this moment, with a peaceful face as if he was asleep. I remembered what he said to me that night. He said: I can see the emperor again at the end. I will feel at ease.

He is the most mediocre talent among the princes. He may not be a good emperor, but he is my best brother.

But I can’t accompany him to the last moment.

I flicked my robe and knelt on the mat, bowed deeply and bowed.

The hall was silent for a while, and when I finished my worship, someone said: “Your Majesty governs the country and loves the people. It is the blessing of my Daqing… But I am jealous of the talents, but I drove away early. It is really my Daqing. Unfortunately, the ministers are all distraught…but, nowadays, the ambition of the beamer and the wolf is staring at me in the realm of Daqing… the country cannot be ruled out for a day…”

The minister Yang Lizhi who was speaking was not only the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, but also Jing Yan’s father-in-law and the queen’s father. Now he has a pivotal position in the DPRK, and he can fight against Zhao Gengnian, the chief assistant of the cabinet. I don’t know what kind of agreement Jing Lan reached with him to allow him to stand up and speak for Jing Lan, but based on this, it is not difficult to guess that this Yang Shangshu not only did not know that his daughter was harmed by Jing Lan, but also I don’t know if my daughter survived with the dragon son, so that, in this Manchu dynasty’s civil and martial arts, Jing Lan will be established to inherit the throne.

“…The officials thought that His Royal Highness King Qing was the best choice for the new emperor…”

After the words, he bowed and knelt, “The minister Yang Lizhi recommended His Royal Highness Qing to succeed the general…” At the same time, nearly half of the courtiers in the hall also knelt down. Although Zhao Gengnian looked confused and hesitated, but the general trend, He really couldn’t find a more suitable candidate. He was so old that he had to kneel down even though his heart was like a mirror.

Of course, Jing Lan would hypocritically reject it, but the courtiers said so, presumably he still “had to” take the burden of this world after all.

During this, I never said a word.

I stood up at the moment when everyone spoke and elected Jing Lan as emperor in unison.

When I got up, the few veterans who kneeled nearby were all startled, and Yang Lizhi couldn’t help but reminded: “Princess, princess… Now, His Royal Highness King Qing is the choice for successor…”

I turned my eyes to look at Yang Li, “Successor? What is the successor?”

There was a moment of dead silence in the hall, I turned my head, raised my eyes to Jing Lan, slowly raised the corners of my mouth, and said, “As long as I don’t recognize Xiao Qitang, he can’t succeed him as the emperor!”