Making a princess the heir apparent seemed impossible a thousand years ago.
But over the past thousand years, the ministers of Jiutian seem to have stopped sticking to red tape, and there is nothing wrong with a woman being the emperor.
This is an enlightened dynasty, and no one will look down on women.
What's more, Princess Shitong is the sister of Emperor Jingyan.
Princess Shitong is also His Majesty's biological heir, although according to rumors, the princess has never grown up in the past thousand years, and her appearance has been stuck at the age of ten.
However, it seems that it is natural to establish it as a reserve. But for some unknown reason, Emperor Ying has been unwilling to appoint Princess Shitong as his heir in these years.
I also refuse to give birth to any more children...
And the princess has never been found.
The ministers' "forced palace" was only for the sake of peace of mind of the people of the world, but it was selfless.
Emperor Ying naturally knew this, but for some reason he still didn't want to, as if he didn't want to mention the past or anything else.
Emperor Ying, who was on the dragon throne, looked at the ministers in the palace and waved his hands tiredly.
"This matter will be discussed later."
The kneeling veteran still refused to get up and spoke again, "Your Majesty..."
Ying Huang's face turned cold and his voice was cold.
"I said we'll discuss it later."
The old minister knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, please appoint Princess Shitong as your heir apparent!"
Ying Huang was furious and slammed his hands on the dragon case.
"Xu Xixi, you are so presumptuous!"
All the ministers were stunned. When they heard Emperor Ying calling Mr. Xu Ge by his first name, they knew that the emperor was really angry.
But the old minister surnamed Xu raised his head and shouted to Emperor Ying as if he didn't know whether to live or die.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Jing Yan is dead!"
boom!
When the emperor is angry, the color of heaven and earth changes.
Emperor Ying's face turned pale, as if he had heard something he least wanted to hear in his life.
"Xu Xixi, say it again..."
Everyone could hear the endless murderous intent in Ying Huang's words.
But Mr. Xu Ge was still not afraid. He just knelt on the spot tremblingly, lowering his head and whispering in a low voice.
"I know that Your Majesty has always wanted to wait for Emperor Jing Yan to return, so he does not want to give birth to any more princes, nor does he want to establish a heir apparent!"
"But Emperor Jingyan...he is already dead..."
Xu Ge raised his head, tears streaming down his old and wrinkled face.
His voice was choked and it seemed difficult to speak, "Emperor Jing Yan... has been dead for more than a thousand years."
He raised his head tremblingly, as if recalling the lingering and unforgettable past.
"Back then, Emperor Jingyan rescued the old minister and his sister from a sudden change in the sky."
"At that time, I was just a young man. I studied hard on the path of immortality and read poetry and books, just to pay homage to the late emperor Jingyan's legacy."
"And now, I am already a thousand years old. I am about to die, and I really don't want to see His Majesty continue to be depressed..."
The appointment of the crown prince was a lie. What they really wanted to do was to hope that Emperor Ying could get over the pain of losing his son that had lasted for thousands of years.
Emperor Ying's current fatigue is well known to all the ministers.
If Emperor Ying cannot let go, it will be extremely difficult to make a breakthrough...
The cultivation level in the realm of transformation into gods only lasts for more than a thousand years!
They hope that Emperor Ying can live again...
Listening to Mr. Xu Ge's words, Ying Huang seemed to think of that high-spirited young man and everything that happened when he was still alive.
Eyes getting red...
Ying Huang looked up at the sky, stood up suddenly, turned around and walked away, leaving only two words behind.
"Retreat from the court..."
The ministers in the palace had not dispersed for a long time, looking at Emperor Ying's back with disappointed expressions.
Among them, only the old minister surnamed Xu was a person who stayed from that era. They did not understand the emotions in the hearts of people who were born in that era.
But they knew that their Majesty was also trapped in the past.
A slightly younger civil servant walked up to the old minister named Xu and helped him up, "Mr. Ge..."
Mr. Xu Ge stood up tremblingly, raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve.
"Nothing, I'll go and persuade Your Majesty."
If this continues, after his death, it may not take more than a hundred years for Emperor Ying to follow in his footsteps.
This is the only thing he wants to do now...
...
In the imperial garden of the dynasty, the scenery of the small Jiangnan town that was built back then was still there.
Small green bridge, thin flowing water, lotus dew and water lilies in the pool.
Everything is the same as it was back then...
In the pavilion in the pool, the woman in the phoenix robe also had an old look on her face, and there were also traces of gray on her temples.
She was still sewing the white dragon robe there.
It seems that this is the only thing she wants to do now...
In the long stone path of the imperial garden, Emperor Ying walked into the pool step by step in despair. He looked at the woman's sewn dragon robe in the pavilion in the pool and calmed down his expression.
I walked over...
The woman in the pavilion seemed to feel something. She turned to look at the approaching Emperor Ying, put down the needle and thread in her hand with a smile, "Yuan Yin..."
Emperor Ying nodded and walked to the woman's side. He looked at the embroidered dragon robe in the woman's hand, and his hands couldn't stop trembling.
The woman looked at Emperor Ying and asked calmly: "Is Xu Xixi forcing you to establish a heir again..."
Emperor Ying nodded, "Yes, it's this old man who keeps forcing me."
The woman smiled helplessly: "Don't blame him. He is the only one left in the court since our time."
"He was saved by Mo'er himself back then. He spent his whole life just to repay Mo'er's kindness, and he has been pursuing the four heartfelt questions Mo'er left back then."
"He is a rare loyal minister, but..."
The woman sighed and said no more.
Emperor Ying nodded and raised his hand to touch the woman's hair. The shocking whiteness there made him feel a little astringent.
Seeing Emperor Ying's silence, the woman slowly lowered her head and looked at the dragon robe in her hand.
The size of the dragon robe is obviously not suitable for the burly body of Emperor Ying...
"Yuan Yin..." the woman called softly.
"Huh?" Ying Huang responded.
"I miss Mo'er so much." The woman suddenly whispered, making Yinghuang's eyes turn red again.
Emperor Ying opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything...
The woman turned to look at the vast sky, "You said... the disappearance of Mo'er's body must be because something happened. Maybe Mo'er is still alive."
"But we have been waiting for more than a thousand years..."
"Can we really wait for him?"
Ying Huang forced his smile and nodded, "Yes... you have made so many royal robes for him. He will definitely come back one day and wear them!"
The woman seemed to be looking at the dragon robe in her hand with some sadness, and choked on her words, "But when will that be? A thousand years? Ten thousand years? If Mo'er really returns one day, we will no longer be here."
"How sad he must be..."
"His affectionate temperament may make him sick again..."
It seemed that what she feared most was not that she would not be able to see the child before she left. But I am afraid that the child will be sad when he comes back and sees that they are gone...
"No, there is still a girl waiting for him. The girl is now..."
Ying Huang raised his head to look at the woman, but saw that the woman was sluggish in one direction, with tears streaming down her face.
Emperor Ying's consciousness suddenly felt the familiar aura that had lasted for thousands of years, and he turned his head sharply to look...
I saw the lotus pond.
A wanderer who had been away from home for a thousand years stood there dressed in white.
Standing there with a crystal clear face, looking at them...
The man in white seemed to be smiling, but he was crying at the same time.
The gentle breeze came, blowing up Bai Yi's white hair, blowing the crystal on Bai Yi's face, and falling into the pool.
The water in the pool reflects the white clothes, with undulating waves...
