Would You Like to Have a Drink

Fortunately, the Third Prince successfully became the Crown Prince, and the emperor’s face visibly cleared up from the storm, even reaching a peak in history. With a wave of his hand, he said he wanted to reward and pardon the world, which left the courtiers stunned.

The emperor’s heart was unpredictable, and everyone shook their heads in their hearts, indeed, the emperor’s heart was unpredictable.

“Today is a day of great joy, why is the mind so distracted?”

After changing his clothes, Emperor Yuan looked at the third son in front of him, dressed in splendid clothes, thinking about his many years of hard work and cultivation, and finally brought him up. He was proud in his heart, and although his tone was stern, he couldn’t help but soften a bit.

Originally according to the rules, after the Crown Prince changed his clothes, on the high platform, the emperor should personally put the nine-tassel crown on him.

There were two people standing on the high platform, even if they were the focus of everyone’s attention, they were still whispering.

But since Emperor Yuan wanted to talk to Zong Luo at this time, others naturally didn’t dare to criticize a word, they just dared to wait like this.

The hand gathered under the sleeve embroidered with gold thread suddenly tightened, Zong Luo gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, “This son is not distracted, but Father Emperor, you were drunk last night, do you remember what happened during the drunkenness?”

A servant on the side was kneeling on the ground with a tray, and couldn’t hear anything.

Emperor Yuan frowned and said, “Why wouldn’t remember? Zhen was also in the army back then, not to mention a thousand cups without getting drunk, at least a hundred cups is no problem.”

That means he heard it.

Zong Luo looked up in astonishment, “Then why did Father Emperor…”

The emperor did not answer his words, but instead took out Zhanlu from the tray.

Although earlier, Emperor Yuan had given this emperor’s sword to Zong Luo. But after all, it was given privately, not on a grand scale, and not everyone who saw the scabbard of Zhanlu knew what Zhanlu looked like.

Now that it was brought up in public, it was to let everyone know about this.

The Emperor’s Sword Zhanlu, the real number one sword in the world. If he was not satisfied with this Crown Prince, why would he give it?

“What why?”

Emperor Yuan personally helped him tie the sword, and said casually, “But speaking of this, it’s strange, Zhen did have a nightmare last night.”

“Zhen dreamed of you kneeling in front of Zhen, saying that you are not of Zhen’s bloodline, and also took off Zhanlu, took out the immortal pill and the Xuan Cavalry tiger talisman, and put them on the couch. When Zhen woke up, there were indeed Zhanlu and the tiger talisman on the couch. If it weren’t for not seeing the immortal pill, and today’s ceremony not going wrong, Zhen’s afraid Zhen would have been haunted by that nightmare.”

Those trembling ministers certainly didn’t expect that it was because of this nightmare that the emperor was under low pressure all morning, fearing that it was a prophetic dream, and the nightmare becoming reality.

Listening to this, Zong Luo felt a chill in his limbs. “No immortal pill?”

But he clearly remembered that before he kowtowed, he honestly placed these three things neatly on the long couch, confirmed repeatedly, and then left.

How could there be no immortal pill?

“What nonsense, that immortal pill was eaten by you a long time ago, could it be that you also had a nightmare?”

“But I really am not—” Zong Luo wanted to say, but was speechless for a moment.

The wooden plaque lit up, the immortal pill was gone, he simply couldn’t prove that he was not of Emperor Yuan’s bloodline.

Today was a great day, and it was in public, Emperor Yuan did not mind Zong Luo’s abnormality, and his gaze fell on the prince’s pure white hair. “If Zhen had known that the immortal pill had such side effects, Zhen should have used the method of the medical sage, it’s safer, and not rush to achieve results.”

“But since your eyes are better, it’s also a good thing. If dragged on, it’s not good.”

If dragged on, Zhen’s afraid…

This cold and stern tyrant paused for a while, and reached out to take the last thing from the tray.

The Crown Prince, dressed in a nine-chapter gown, was kneeling in front of him.

The nine-tassel crown hanging with jade strings was picked up steadily and gently buckled on the head of the white-haired prince, just like the twelve-tassel Mian Diao symbolizing supreme power on Emperor Yuan’s head.

In the end, Emperor Yuan took a step back.

He looked deeply, deeply at Zong Luo for a long time, and finally said with satisfaction. “Not bad, quite like Zhen’s style.”

This set of Crown Prince’s ceremonial robes, worn on Zong Luo, was really more than appropriate.

Even he himself, at this moment, only felt like he was in a dream.

Thinking back to this life’s rebirth, Zong Luo’s original goal was to seize the throne.

It’s just that halfway through, after many twists and turns, he finally gave up voluntarily, and it was because of his identity. Who would have thought that after all the twists and turns, this set of clothes would actually be worn on him.

Just like in front of him, standing on the high platform, accepting the worship of courtiers and the people, all the people were submissive, but it was also something that he dared not even think about.

Even if the other princes were unwilling in their hearts, the emperor and the crown prince were the ones they needed to kneel and worship.

“Pay respects to His Majesty! Pay respects to the Crown Prince!”

The sound was deafening.

Emperor Yuan was clearly standing next to him, but his voice was as distant as if it was through a fog, full of emotion. “Zhen has been waiting for this day for too long.”

Yes, it’s been too long.

According to the rules of the Zong imperial family, it was not until the day before the ascension that all the ancestral teachings could be passed down and the truth told to the prince. If it weren’t for Zong Luo’s death escape in this life, causing Emperor Yuan to lose and then regain, and if it weren’t for drunkenness, Zong Luo might not know how long he would be kept in the dark.

“Pay respects to His Majesty! Pay respects to the Crown Prince!”

The cheers were still continuing.

In a daze, standing between heaven and earth, looking at the heads of people who were bowing and worshiping below, Zong Luo felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Because he knew this was fake.

How could the immortal pill he put next to Emperor Yuan disappear for no reason? The only possibility is that it was taken away by someone.

The wooden plaque was engraved with the name Zong Luo, he was not of Emperor Yuan’s bloodline at all, it should be clean, and nothing should be measured.

The ceremonial robe worn on him should have been worn on another person.

The person who enjoyed all this should not be him.

But he had already been unable to argue, unable to explain.