Zhou Jun lightly removed his hat, and the "yin" in his eyes was deep and profound. The hall was originally hot and dry, but with one glance from him, it added a layer of coolness.

  "Your great general is still detained in the imperial prison."

  The emperor said faintly, his words hinting at what was meant without explicitly stating it, and not intending to utterly humiliate the person.

  Zhou Jun did not take kindly to this and retorted with a cold laugh: "A treacherous lord seeking glory, according to my military law, should be roasted to death in an iron cage."

  He talks about this terrible topic, still elegant and refined, as if smiling, discussing poetry and tea, not taking the 'life' of love seriously at all.

  The emperor was furious in his heart, and he immediately wanted to push that person out of the imperial gate. As the words reached his lips, the pair of clear and cold eyes that had been haunting him appeared before his eyes.

  He recalled the faintly beseeching beauty in those limpid black eyes, and the emperor's heart softened, the anger in his chest was suppressed.

  "The great general's demeanor is indeed profound and solemn, I can be said to have seen it today... But you disguised as an envoy to the capital, won't just be to ask me for punishment?"

  The emperor asked calmly, no longer wanting to entangle himself in trivial matters, and instead asked about his true intentions.

  "How dare I... The thunder and rain 'dew' are all your kindness, everything is just blaming my daughter's bitter fate!"

  Zhou Jun said in a low voice, his tone was unpredictable, seemingly devoid of joy or anger, but upon closer listening, it sent shivers down one's spine.

  In his dark eyes, under the sunlight, a layer of sorrow was born, making the atmosphere in the room stagnant.

  Until he spoke again, this icy dark tide slowly flowed ---

  "In these few days, various vassal kings will gather together. Your humble servant's heart is not without worries..."

  The emperor was shocked and just about to rebuke him for his ulterior motives, but suddenly caught sight of a smile in his eyes that seemed to be both laughing and not laughing at the same time, extremely cunning.

  A sudden gleam flashed in his mind, and he growled: "What do you know?!"

  "Your humble servant only knows... someone is by the Emperor's side, 'plotting' to overthrow the dynasty."

  Zhou Jun's words were cold and gloomy, the candles in the hall flickered as if they too had been startled by him.

  "Who is it?"

  The emperor sat upright in the center, never once showing any anxiety or loss of composure, only a sharp gleam flashing in his pupils.

  Han Fei said: "Those who are not close will be kept at a distance... Your Majesty should be cautious and cherish this, I will also temporarily stay in the capital to prevent unexpected events." Zhou Jun's tone was full of concern and sincerity. The emperor was old and familiar with such tricks, as soon as he heard it, he knew that he wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, so as to reap benefits from it.

  He was furious, but still didn't want to lose his composure, so he gritted his teeth and smiled: "The great general has been living in the capital for a long time, it's no big deal --- Two days later, Xiang Wang also arrived in the capital. He was a prisoner waiting for punishment and did not show off as usual. Instead, he traveled lightly with a simple retinue and entered the specially set up post house under the welcome of officials from the Ministry of Rites.

  In a few days, the remaining royal princes who had traveled from afar also arrived in the capital one after another.

  On the twenty-eighth of June, the Emperor ascended to the throne in the Taihe Hall, with all officials lined up below the Danzhu steps. They performed the grand ceremony of worship and shouted "Long live the Emperor" in unison. The Emperor smiled and nodded in approval, his eyes calm and composed.

  "Eunuchs loudly proclaimed: 'All vassal kings enter the palace for an audience ----'"

  For a moment, the drums and music were solemn, seven or eight vassal kings with their crowns and robes in order, entered one after another. Only before the great hall of the imperial garden, there was a bronze crane flapping its wings, with wisps of smoke and cloud coming out of its mouth. Under the fragrance that filled the air, there were eaves and halls as high as the sky, the nine-layered throne, stood solemnly, but it was unknown where it was located.

  The leaders, who were the former emperor's brothers, had always been honest and upright, and they were the first to kneel down and pay their respects. Behind them, the two princes of Anping exchanged a subtle glance before also kneeling down, followed lastly by Xiang

  The emperor smiled and slightly bowed his head, saying: "Uncles have traveled a long distance, it's really tiring!"

  He bowed his head in respect, listening to the routine eulogy beside his ear, but his heart was lost in thought.

  Until he finished speaking in a beautiful and elegant tone, he came back to his senses and couldn't help but comfort these few flesh-and-blood relatives with warm words.

  Soon after, a banquet was bestowed upon them, and with such harmony and joy, they gathered together in one hall, needless to say.