My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

A group of old ministers paused slightly, their faces showing confusion.

Why was His Majesty attacked, yet the Empress Dowager was confronting the King of South Ming?

What did she not agree to?

What kind of disaster did they refer to from all those years ago?

What had the King of South Ming done recently that angered the Empress Dowager?

The Court officials were puzzled, and the Imperial Guards following close behind were equally baffled.

We were just about to search the Divine Palace.

To see what commotion was inside.

Just as the group was about to enter the Divine Palace in search of Emperor Zhou, they were stopped by the King of South Ming.

The King of South Ming stood in the path leading to the Divine Palace, his handsome face marked with a sorrowful expression.

His mournful voice, mixed with Qi, resonated powerfully into the ears of all the officials of the Great Zhou Court, the nobles, royal kin, and the crowd of Imperial Guards.

"Gentlemen, my royal brother has passed away. It's likely the crown prince was secretly plotting chaos, colluding with the Devil Clan to assassinate my brother," he said.

"I wish to ascend the throne and proclaim myself emperor today, but the Empress Dowager disagrees. A nation cannot be without a ruler for a single day, and today I must defy the Empress Dowager's word and succeed to the throne of Great Zhou."

As soon as he said this,

Shenyue Mountain, which was still somewhat chaotic, instantly fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze, plunging into the silence of death.

Many of the old Court officials were shocked, even more so than by the news of Emperor Zhou being attacked.

"How is this possible? Even if His Majesty were attacked, he might be injured, but he couldn't possibly die outright!"

"His Majesty is a Sky-Man! How could this happen!"

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Some of the old ministers, in their shock, turned their gaze to the King of South Ming and accused him:

"King of South Ming, even if His Majesty has passed on, you seek to ascend the throne on the day he died, isn't this too hasty?"

"Such wild ambition! Now I highly suspect whether you are related to the assassination attempt on His Majesty!"

The King of South Ming, hearing these old ministers' words, looked at their faces and sighed.

He remembered each of their faces; when he was about to take the throne previously, many officials had abruptly pledged allegiance to Wu Shang, including these old ministers.

He just shook his head: "How could I, who am so concerned about my royal brother, conspire with the Devil Clan to assassinate him?"

"Now, in the entire dynasty, I am the only one qualified to inherit the throne."

The King of South Ming's hand slowly twisted the jade disc in his hand, his voice calm and unhurried, as he spoke.

As the King of South Ming spoke, his eyes briefly glanced at Wu Ling to the side.

"That girl, the new Crown Prince, is only at the fourth or fifth rank of cultivation. She truly is not fit to be an emperor."

When the King of South Ming said this, the group of old court officials in front of him became confused.

Because they realized that if Emperor Zhou really had been assassinated in a surprise attack by the Devil Emperor and lost his life, then, at the moment, the only one who could inherit the throne of Great Zhou might be the King of South Ming alone.

But this...

But this...

Though the group of old ministers was somewhat unwilling to accept this, it seemed they had no other choice under the current circumstances. Read the latest fiction on M-VL-em|p,yr

If it were the crown prince staging this scenario, they would have reason to organize the officials to resist, for even when he was Crown Prince, he became dissolute, and the people despised him deeply.

But now, facing the King of South Ming, they had no grounds for objection.

Allowing the King of South Ming to succeed to the throne might present minor issues, but after all, these were internal issues of the royal family, and they, as ministers from outside, had no place to comment.

Compared to Wu Ling, whose cultivation and strength were not very formidable, the people might more readily accept the King of South Ming, who was older and of higher cultivation, as the new emperor.

For a moment, a host of old officials were in turmoil.

It was then that a young official from among the Court officials who had arrived later disregarded the solemn atmosphere and immediately knelt down.

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day. Now that Emperor Yongtai has ascended to heaven, I respectfully request that the King of South Ming ascend to the throne!"

"And promptly lead an army to the Devil Region to avenge Emperor Yongtai!"

The many Court officials silently watched the young official at their feet.

"The son of the Assistant Minister of Rites?"

"Does this also represent the Assistant Minister of Rites' intentions?"

"The Assistant Minister of Rites is showing his loyalty quite early, isn't he a bit too eager?"

Their minds churned as they looked toward the Assistant Minister of Rites, Zhou Lei.

Zhou Lei, facing the crowd's gaze, smiled awkwardly, "I apologize, my son was a bit overeager."

"That's not how it ought to be."

"I, as his father, should be the one to do this first."

Saying this, he suddenly knelt before the King of South Ming.

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day. I respectfully request that the King of South Ming ascend to the throne!"

The host of old Court officials, upon witnessing this scene, couldn't help but twitch their lips and their expressions shifted uncertainly, turning their attention to the King of South Ming standing in front of the Divine Palace.

Before they could react, a group of officials, Court ministers, stepped out of the ranks and knelt before the King of South Ming.

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day. I respectfully request that the King of South Ming ascend to the throne!"

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day. I respectfully request that the King of South Ming ascend to the throne!"

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day. I respectfully request that the King of South Ming ascend to the throne!"

These Court officials were not of low rank; those of lower position could not have been present at this royal ceremony.

At the very least, they were third-rank ministers.

Among them was also the Minister of Rites, a high-ranking official in the Court.

The Minister of Rites, Wen Shouren, with his bewildered son Wen Qinghe, knelt down.

A host of officials declared their loyalty with loud voices.

The King of South Ming, seeing this unfold, a faint smile grew in his eyes, but his face was still marked with grief and responsibility.