The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 630 It Turned Out to Be an Acting (2)
Prince Wuji was slightly taken aback, and after recovering, he said coldly: "Cheng Zhaoming seems to have forgotten that the Eastern Sacred Emperor's Dynasty belongs to the Xiao family, not you... the Ming family's country, could it be that you also want to..."

He said some suggestive words, and slowly looked at the crowd, hoping that someone would stand up to support his statement, but unfortunately he was disappointed, and the courtiers of Dongsheng were not moved.

Just when his eyes were gloomy, he heard the people above him disapprovingly say: "What's so difficult about this matter, I originally planned to pass on the throne to the prime minister, and I wanted to announce this matter to the world after my wedding, since Prince Wuji If you mention it, I will announce it in advance."

"Director Sun drafted an order. From now on, I will pass on the throne to the Prime Minister Ming Qingyang. I will choose a day to ascend the throne and announce it to the world. There must be no mistakes."

"Long Live Long Live Your Majesty!"

Xiao Jintian stood up from the dragon chair leisurely, and stood beside the dragon chair with a smile on his face. Although his expression was leisurely, it could be seen that he was eager to give up the throne.

Mu Zhaoming, no, Ming Qingyang turned his back to everyone, and stepped up to the high platform gracefully and calmly.

Walking in front of the Nine Dragon Emperor's Seat, immediately, with a breath, a moment of turning around, Ming Qingyang seemed to have changed into a different person, the majesty of the emperor, the aura of the emperor, the domineering aura of the emperor, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, the vastness of the void...

Prince Wuji looked at the man sitting indifferently on the throne, with one look, looking at the world with contempt, with one breath, ignoring all living beings, and with one breath, the world surrendered... There is an urge to worship.

"Long live His Majesty, long live, long live!"

The courtiers in the hall knelt one after another. Although Mu Zhaoming was only dressed in the court uniform of the prime minister, it did not damage his imperial prestige in the slightest.

Raising his arms in vain, Mu Zhaoming said flatly, "All the gentlemen are at peace."

Seeing this scene, Prince Wuji thought it was a big joke.

Others worked hard to become the king, but Mu Zhaoming only needed one sentence and wanted to laugh out loud, but he couldn't laugh at all, because he didn't understand.

"Why?" Prince Wuji looked at Xiao Jintian.

"Because I already have what I want." Xiao Jintian said flatly, his family is safe, and he will stay with his beloved forever.

Prince Wuji sneered silently, looked at Mu Zhaoming and said, "If this palace says that the princess Jinghua inside is fake, and that she is our princess Wushuang in disguise, will you believe it?"

The real Princess Jinghua is still in his hands. I don't believe that Mu Zhaoming will disregard Princess Jingjie and go to war with the sky.

"Zhen, I'll give you time to bring the real Princess Jinghua here." Mu Zhaoming didn't even blink his eyes, and his tone was cold without any warmth.

The courtiers of Dongsheng and Huaxia's envoys all showed indignant expressions when they heard what Prince Wuji said. Prince Wuji was too arrogant and too much.

"Maybe what you see with your eyes may not be true. This hall requires inspection..."

Prince Wuji was so confused by this accident that he forgot to ask Princess Jinghua if she was alive or dead.

At this time, he remembered himself, and he had overlooked a lot of things.

For example, just outside the palace, how could Wushuang know the conversation he had with Princess Jinghua when he was pretending to be Fancha.

For example, Wushuang obviously doesn't know how to make tea, so how could he use water vapor to transform into such a beautiful plum blossom.

For example, coral, the personal maid, doesn't know that there is a special mark on her master.

Another example is that with Mu Zhaoming's familiarity with Princess Jinghua, how can he not see that Princess Jinghua in front of him is someone else pretending to be.

Because the people just now were really amazing, they were all acting.

When the answer appeared in his heart, Prince Wuji suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

It turned out that it was not Princess Jinghua who fell into his trap, but he fell into a bigger trap, a trap that could destroy the sky.

As Princess Jinghua, Huaxia will send troops, and with the affection of the men above for Princess Jinghua, Dongsheng will also send troops. The history of the whole world attacking Dongsheng will repeat itself in the Sky Emperor Dynasty.

He has to find out about this matter, he can't be the sinner of the sky, no.

Thinking of this, Prince Wuji's mind became clear, and he said calmly: "This hall thinks this matter is strange, please give this hall some time, Your Majesty, to prove that the person Lue hurt was not Princess Jinghua, but Princess Wushuang of our court. .”

He can now be sure that the people before entering the palace and those who participated in the ceremony must be unparalleled.

But the person who participated in the banquet must not be Wushuang. As long as he finds evidence that proves that this is a trap, he can get rid of the crime, and the Chinese emperor can't send troops because of this, and the crisis in the sky can be resolved.

At this time, Mu Zhaoming couldn't see any emotion on his face. With his slender fingers, he tapped on the armrest steadily, and said lightly: "Since Prince Wuji insists on his own ideas, I will give you a chance to find out about this matter. otherwise……"

Mu Zhaoming paused for a moment, and said coldly: "I also ascended the throne on the first day of the new year. The day I ascended the throne is also the day when I dispatched troops. Congratulate me on my ascension with the death of the sky."

"Okay. Princess Jinghua..." Prince Wuji eagerly wanted to know whether the people in Litong were alive or dead.

"Although it is dangerous, there is no danger of life, but this will not change the fact that Princess Lue stabbed her." When mentioning this matter, Mu Zhaoming's voice was more indifferent than before.

Glancing at the stunned two people, they said: "Come here, temporarily imprison Princess Lue and Fanchazi in the prison."

The two sluggish people were dragged away by the guards, and Prince Wuji clasped his fists together: "This hall will leave first." He strode out of the Hall of Longevity.

Mu Zhaoming looked at Xiao Jintian and said, "Today is your big wedding, and this matter is a big success for you."

The corners of the mouths of the people in the hall immediately twitched, but the person involved smiled disapprovingly and said, "Your Majesty, holy, when you get married, I will also give you a big house, and we are all happy." He gritted his teeth secretly.

"The Palace of Eternal Life will continue to be lent to you, and the banquet will continue, and you all celebrate slowly." Mu Zhaoming turned around and walked towards the apse, not caring at all that he had just announced that he would be enthroned, and everyone didn't take it seriously.

In the back hall of the Hall of Eternal Life, Mrs. Jiang personally bandaged Bo Qing with medicine. When she saw Mu Zhaoming coming in, she said with a faint smile, "Lan Ling's golden needle technique is not inferior to his old master, and the poison of hundred-day drunkenness has not been released yet. It can keep Qing'er awake for such a long time."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mu Zhaoming said lightly, "Mother, how is Qing'er hurt?"

Jiang wiped off her sweat and said, "It's really dangerous. It's only a little bit close to the vital point. Fortunately, the wound is not deep."

"The master has calculated everything, but he missed that bastard Fancha, but he was really that bastard." Shan Shan said angrily, "Just now I really wanted to cut him into pieces and cut him into pieces."

"Don't worry, when Qing'er wakes up, she will definitely." Mu Zhaoming said disapprovingly, holding his tender and cold little hand.

(End of this chapter)