As per tradition, while preparing for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the Crown Prince Ceremony was also underway.
In every past event, the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony had chosen the prince who was most in line with the national fortune to pray with the emperor. After the prayer, he would be immediately named the Crown Prince on the spot, thus becoming the legitimate heir.
Such a Crown Prince not only conformed to public opinion but also to the will of heaven. Plus, with the Zong family tradition, unless the emperor’s favored prince was weak in power, such as when Emperor Yuan was almost assassinated by the eldest prince before his ascension, the Crown Prince Ceremony was considered settled.
As per tradition, while preparing for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the Crown Prince Ceremony was also underway.
In every past event, the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony had chosen the prince who was most in line with the national fortune to pray with the emperor. After the prayer, he would be immediately named the Crown Prince on the spot, thus becoming the legitimate heir.
Such a Crown Prince not only conformed to public opinion but also to the will of heaven. Plus, with the Zong family tradition, unless the emperor’s favored prince was weak in power, such as when Emperor Yuan was almost assassinated by the eldest prince before his ascension, the Crown Prince Ceremony was considered settled.
If other princes still have rebellious hearts, the Crown Prince could also resort to force under appropriate circumstances. After all, every change of the throne in the imperial family involved a fight, and there were hardly any peaceful transitions. This was the norm.
The biggest reaction to the result shown on the wooden plaque was still from the other princes.
Who would have thought that the final result measured by the wooden plaque would be the always unfavored Third Prince?!
Zong Yongliu’s face was ashen, Zong Hongjiu looked resentful, and even the hypocritical Zong Chengsi broke his composure, his fingers deeply carved into his palm, leaving a few crescent-shaped bloodstains. On the contrary, Zong Yuanwu, with a silly smile on his face, seemed quite happy for his Third Imperial Brother.
Apart from the princes, the families who sided with different princes also had some complaints. The courtiers, on the other hand, all had their heads bowed, observing. Imperial Censor Xue had a gratified look on his face, while Pei Qianxue was utterly astonished, even the memorial tucked in his sleeve hadn’t had time to be pulled out.
Of course, the most astonished was Zong Luo.
The white-robed prince was pushed onto the altar in a daze, like a silly goose.
Because of what happened last night, by the time he cleaned himself up and rushed to the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, Zong Luo’s mood had strangely calmed down.
So much so that when he knelt at the bottom of the altar, when the Great Witch summoned the wooden box, and the other princes craned their necks in anticipation, hoping that their names would appear on the wooden sign, he was still as calm as water.
Because he already knew all about the developments to come.
In his previous life, he was kneeling here just like this, couldn’t help but quietly raise his head, but bumped into Emperor Yuan’s icy gaze, followed by thunderous fury. Then be kicked out of the Third Prince’s Mansion, exiled to the frontier.
At worst, it was because he took the initiative to inform in this life, when Emperor Yuan got confirmation from the wooden plaque, suspected that he had been fooled for so many years, then issued the death decree in anger.
There were only these two results.
From knowing this to now, it has been more than half a year. Pain was pain, but after confessing everything, Zong Luo could also face the result calmly, no matter which one.
However, what he didn’t expect was that the last thing Emperor Yuan read was his name.
Even more unexpectedly, the wooden plaque that lit up with golden light was actually engraved with the two characters ‘Zong Luo’.
After the witch announced that the next appointed crown prince was the Third Prince, the entire Imperial City boiled over. Or to describe it with the word boiling was a bit light, the streets and alleys were really jubilant, and the cheers were deafening.
“Great, the Third Prince is our future emperor!”
“Sure enough, it’s the Third Prince, indeed, such an immortal-like character!”
The people didn’t know what it meant to seize the crown, the family’s position, and what the court factions were fighting. They only know that the Third Prince was a good person, who could do everything from marching to war and sympathizing with the people. The inn at the city gate that served porridge all year round was the Third Prince’s, the physician who offered free consultations in the pharmacy was from the Third Prince’s Mansion, and the first to take action in disaster relief on weekdays was also the Xuan Cavalry.
Almost at the moment when the wooden plaque lit up, the Great Witch who had been standing in the middle of the altar and holding the bone staff suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
In contrast, the blood flowing from the neck of the alien beast in the Quartet With Temple to the blood trough quickly turned pale. After this, the Great Witch closed his eyes, murmured, and seemed to age a lot in an instant.
Zong Luo, who was pushed forward, continued the process of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony with Emperor Yuan in a daze.
First was the formation, incense, chanting witch music, picking up mugwort branches, the leaves soaked in dark green liquid sweeping from the air, scattering out, drop by drop raising dust.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony was still going on.
In the middle of the sky, the pale golden cloud was getting brighter.
The Kui pattern totem seemed to come alive, constantly circling above the clouds with one horn and one foot, the long tail curled up like a hook, opening its huge illusory mouth.
“May heaven bless my Great Yuan!”
The emperor in the black gold dragon robe stood beside him, raising the bronze wine cup in his hand.
The cold wine was spilled on the ground of the altar. In an instant, the mysterious patterns engraved on the altar seemed to light up and wake up, echoing the totem in the sky.
Zong Luo also raised his hand in a daze.
“May heaven bless my Great Yuan!”
There were waves of shouts in the Imperial City, one louder than the other, turning up the sound waves.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony lasted a long time, from morning to noon.
It wasn’t until the Great Witch left the stage to change his clothes that Zong Luo finally had some breathing room.
The palace maids holding trays in their hands came forward one after another.
Inside was a nine-chapter ceremonial robe, five chapters of black clothes, four chapters of red clothes, a total of nine chapters. Single in white gauze, five colors of ribbons, three small ribbons, clear lines. It was printed with dark gold patterns, the stitches were fine, there were gold hooks on it, strung with jade beads, and even the Kui pattern that just appeared in the clouds, extremely complicated and luxurious.
On the other side of the velvet pad was a nine-tassel crown, all strung with tassels of gold and jade, with a red tassel strung at the top. Adorned with nine shining jade beads.
It was the crown prince’s ceremonial robe that the Clothing Bureau accidentally gave to Zong Luo before on Emperor Yuan’s birthday.
The crown prince’s ceremonial robe was the same dark red color as the emperor’s, extremely dignified and majestic. Apart from this, the other princes’ ceremonial robes couldn’t use this color.
After the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the Crown Prince Ceremony was next, and he had to go up after changing his clothes.
The servants helped him put on his splendid clothes, and Zong Luo was like a puppet, allowing others to manipulate him.
Unparalleled nobility, symbolizing supreme power, the luxurious robes of the next emperor’s successor were added to him one by one, followed by the belt and ornaments.
Under the altar, the courtiers who had stood up again all breathed a sigh of relief.
When they came here early this morning, the emperor’s face was so dark that it could almost drip ink, looking very unhappy. Everyone was scared enough.
If other princes still have rebellious hearts, the Crown Prince could also resort to force under appropriate circumstances. After all, every change of the throne in the imperial family involved a fight, and there were hardly any peaceful transitions. This was the norm.
The biggest reaction to the result shown on the wooden plaque was still from the other princes.
Who would have thought that the final result measured by the wooden plaque would be the always unfavored Third Prince?!
Zong Yongliu’s face was ashen, Zong Hongjiu looked resentful, and even the hypocritical Zong Chengsi broke his composure, his fingers deeply carved into his palm, leaving a few crescent-shaped bloodstains. On the contrary, Zong Yuanwu, with a silly smile on his face, seemed quite happy for his Third Imperial Brother.
Apart from the princes, the families who sided with different princes also had some complaints. The courtiers, on the other hand, all had their heads bowed, observing. Imperial Censor Xue had a gratified look on his face, while Pei Qianxue was utterly astonished, even the memorial tucked in his sleeve hadn’t had time to be pulled out.
Of course, the most astonished was Zong Luo.
The white-robed prince was pushed onto the altar in a daze, like a silly goose.
Because of what happened last night, by the time he cleaned himself up and rushed to the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, Zong Luo’s mood had strangely calmed down.
So much so that when he knelt at the bottom of the altar, when the Great Witch summoned the wooden box, and the other princes craned their necks in anticipation, hoping that their names would appear on the wooden sign, he was still as calm as water.
Because he already knew all about the developments to come.
In his previous life, he was kneeling here just like this, couldn’t help but quietly raise his head, but bumped into Emperor Yuan’s icy gaze, followed by thunderous fury. Then be kicked out of the Third Prince’s Mansion, exiled to the frontier.
At worst, it was because he took the initiative to inform in this life, when Emperor Yuan got confirmation from the wooden plaque, suspected that he had been fooled for so many years, then issued the death decree in anger.
There were only these two results.
From knowing this to now, it has been more than half a year. Pain was pain, but after confessing everything, Zong Luo could also face the result calmly, no matter which one.
However, what he didn’t expect was that the last thing Emperor Yuan read was his name.
Even more unexpectedly, the wooden plaque that lit up with golden light was actually engraved with the two characters ‘Zong Luo’.
After the witch announced that the next appointed crown prince was the Third Prince, the entire Imperial City boiled over. Or to describe it with the word boiling was a bit light, the streets and alleys were really jubilant, and the cheers were deafening.
“Great, the Third Prince is our future emperor!”
“Sure enough, it’s the Third Prince, indeed, such an immortal-like character!”
The people didn’t know what it meant to seize the crown, the family’s position, and what the court factions were fighting. They only know that the Third Prince was a good person, who could do everything from marching to war and sympathizing with the people. The inn at the city gate that served porridge all year round was the Third Prince’s, the physician who offered free consultations in the pharmacy was from the Third Prince’s Mansion, and the first to take action in disaster relief on weekdays was also the Xuan Cavalry.
Almost at the moment when the wooden plaque lit up, the Great Witch who had been standing in the middle of the altar and holding the bone staff suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
In contrast, the blood flowing from the neck of the alien beast in the Quartet With Temple to the blood trough quickly turned pale. After this, the Great Witch closed his eyes, murmured, and seemed to age a lot in an instant.
Zong Luo, who was pushed forward, continued the process of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony with Emperor Yuan in a daze.
First was the formation, incense, chanting witch music, picking up mugwort branches, the leaves soaked in dark green liquid sweeping from the air, scattering out, drop by drop raising dust.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony was still going on.
In the middle of the sky, the pale golden cloud was getting brighter.
The Kui pattern totem seemed to come alive, constantly circling above the clouds with one horn and one foot, the long tail curled up like a hook, opening its huge illusory mouth.
“May heaven bless my Great Yuan!”
The emperor in the black gold dragon robe stood beside him, raising the bronze wine cup in his hand.
The cold wine was spilled on the ground of the altar. In an instant, the mysterious patterns engraved on the altar seemed to light up and wake up, echoing the totem in the sky.
Zong Luo also raised his hand in a daze.
“May heaven bless my Great Yuan!”
There were waves of shouts in the Imperial City, one louder than the other, turning up the sound waves.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony lasted a long time, from morning to noon.
It wasn’t until the Great Witch left the stage to change his clothes that Zong Luo finally had some breathing room.
The palace maids holding trays in their hands came forward one after another.
Inside was a nine-chapter ceremonial robe, five chapters of black clothes, four chapters of red clothes, a total of nine chapters. Single in white gauze, five colors of ribbons, three small ribbons, clear lines. It was printed with dark gold patterns, the stitches were fine, there were gold hooks on it, strung with jade beads, and even the Kui pattern that just appeared in the clouds, extremely complicated and luxurious.
On the other side of the velvet pad was a nine-tassel crown, all strung with tassels of gold and jade, with a red tassel strung at the top. Adorned with nine shining jade beads.
It was the crown prince’s ceremonial robe that the Clothing Bureau accidentally gave to Zong Luo before on Emperor Yuan’s birthday.
The crown prince’s ceremonial robe was the same dark red color as the emperor’s, extremely dignified and majestic. Apart from this, the other princes’ ceremonial robes couldn’t use this color.
After the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the Crown Prince Ceremony was next, and he had to go up after changing his clothes.
The servants helped him put on his splendid clothes, and Zong Luo was like a puppet, allowing others to manipulate him.
Unparalleled nobility, symbolizing supreme power, the luxurious robes of the next emperor’s successor were added to him one by one, followed by the belt and ornaments.
Under the altar, the courtiers who had stood up again all breathed a sigh of relief.
When they came here early this morning, the emperor’s face was so dark that it could almost drip ink, looking very unhappy. Everyone was scared enough.
