Murong Jie did not return home but stayed in the palace.
Ministers were summoned one after another, and finally the Minister of Rites and the Director of the Imperial Observatory were summoned.
Among the people, a manifesto issued by Yuan Xueshi criticized the current emperor. The manifesto directly pointed out that the emperor ignored the lives of the people, burned epidemic medicines, and caused the epidemic to spread in Jiangdong. Its purpose was to stop medical insurance.
Murong Jie did not become a rat crossing the street, but the emperor became a rat crossing the street.
Murong Jie planned a grand ceremony to worship the heaven at this time.
Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven had to be presided over by the emperor.
The emperor has not abdicated yet, so he has to attend the ceremony in person.
Murong Jie led the way on a white horse, the imperial carriage followed behind, the imperial guards maintained order along the way, and the emperor sat on the carriage, listening to the people on both sides cursing him.
His cold and calm face finally showed the slightest crack.
He clenched his fists and shouted desperately in his heart, I didn't mean to burn the medicinal materials, that was done by a group of idiots who thought they were loyal.
On the altar, the cold wind was howling.
Since the Qingming Festival, the weather has gradually become warmer, but today there was a sudden influx of cold air, so I had to put on my cotton-padded clothes again.
The emperor, wearing a dragon robe, was supported step by step to the altar.
The last time he went up to the altar, he was on guard against the Eighth Brother, and the Seventh Brother protected him.
Now, this time, his enemy is Lao Qi. Life is so ridiculous.
He looked at Murong Jie and laughed, "Seventh brother, everything has gone as you wished. How do you feel?"
The people below pointed at him and cursed him. He was the emperor of the Great Zhou, but no one knelt down to him. There was only curses.
"I just think that the law of nature will always prevail and retribution will come." Murong Jie said coldly, pointing at the people below, "Can you hear what they are saying? No? The wind is too loud? But you can see what's on their faces, right?"
The emperor looked in the direction his finger was pointing, with a cold smile on his face.
Murong Jie gnashed his teeth and said, "It's disgust, hatred, and resentment that makes me want to kill you."
The emperor looked at everyone's face. In fact, it was too far away and he could not see the expressions on those people's faces clearly. He only remembered that every year at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the people below would cheer "Long live the emperor".
He just remembered those years.
"Seventh Brother, the day you sat on the throne, I knew you wanted me dead." The emperor slowly moved his gaze to Murong Jie's face, looking at that face that looked like his own but younger and more handsome. The past years passed through his mind, but in the blink of an eye, many years had passed. He sighed softly, "I have always loved you and doted on you. I once told the Queen Mother that if there is anyone in this world who I can trust, it is only you. Therefore, I am seriously ill and I entrust the country to you."
"You didn't believe it. If you did, things wouldn't be like this today." Murong Jie said coldly.
"Believe it, I did believe it." The emperor felt the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and dark clouds were gathering, as if a demon had appeared out of nowhere. The sky suddenly darkened. "Everyone says that I am suspicious and that I am afraid of meritorious officials and generals, but how can I not be afraid? This country was fought for by the ancestors of my Murong family with blood. I have always believed that you are not suitable to be the emperor. You are not cruel enough!"
He looked at Murong Jie's blood-stained eyes of hatred and suddenly smiled, "But I was wrong. It turns out that being an emperor does not require being ruthless. I have read the policies you submitted, and I have to say that what my father said is true. You really have the talent to be an emperor. Then, I must kill you. This has nothing to do with trust."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Murong Jie asked coldly.
The emperor smiled slightly, "That is a dispute between emperors. I have been on the throne for many years, and I cannot allow people to think that you, Murong Jie, are not more qualified to be the emperor than I am."
Murong Jie looked at the viciousness revealed on his face and said, "It's a pity that you lost. I have already taken control of the power."
The emperor looked at him and shook his head gently, "You didn't win, and I didn't lose either."
"Oh?" Murong Jie sneered, "Look at the people below, are you really not defeated?"
"I didn't lose. What I saw today was deliberately created by you, Murong Jie. The flaws do not outweigh the merits. I have been on the throne for many years and have worked hard to govern the country. The smallest flaw will not affect my wisdom. Many years later, they will only remember what I have done for the Great Zhou. The future emperor will let the historians record my great achievements because I am his biological father, and today's record will be erased."
"Really?" Murong Jie stared at him, "But one day, I will make the historian write the truth."
The emperor laughed, then shook his head, "You are indeed a little immature. You deserve to win, but you were too nervous about governing and building up power for the prince, and you didn't take precautions against other things."
Murong Jie's expression changed slightly, "What do you mean?"
"Same fate Gu," the emperor leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Sun Fang'er is not the only one who understands, there are others who understand. I have taken the son Gu, who is the mother Gu, do you know? Who is the one who put the Gu, do you know?"
His voice was almost cold, and the chill came straight out. Murong Jie felt goose bumps all over his body and couldn't help trembling, "The mother Gu is Zi'an?"
The emperor laughed and looked at him proudly. "The mother Gu is Xia Zian. Once the son Gu dies, the mother Gu will also die after seven days. The person who put the Gu was An Lu who died in Xiwei Palace. Now that he is dead, no one can cure the Gu. Xia Zian will die, and the child in her belly will die. Also, haven't you always been curious about why I married Hu Huanling? That's right, I did it for her money. What do I want that money for? With money, someone will work for you and do some shady things. I have ordered people to offer a reward of 100,000 for killing Prince Nan Huai. I am very good to you and your wife, and I will let your family of three be reunited in hell."
"You..." Murong Jie suddenly became furious and grabbed the emperor's collar.
The emperor smiled and said very proudly: "You don't dare to kill me? You'd better do it. Kill me with your own hands in front of everyone."
Murong Jie's face turned pale and blood was dripping from his lips from biting his teeth.
He did not make a move, but the emperor suddenly shouted angrily, "Murong Jie, how dare you kill the emperor? You traitor!"
Murong Jie let him go and watched in disbelief as blood gushed out of his neck and he slowly fell down.
There was a happy smile on his face. "Seventh Brother, if I die, I will bear the infamy. You will also die and bear the infamy. You will also have to watch Xia Zian die with your own eyes. I win."
As he spoke, blood gushed out from his neck. He held a razor blade between his fingers, which was stained with blood. He slowly loosened his hands and the blade fell to the ground.
The emperor looked at the dark clouds in the sky, which were becoming thicker and thicker. It was going to rain. Great, please change the weather. I am dead now, please change the weather!
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(End of this chapter)