novelaction Chapter 1226: Turbulent, Night King's Morning Court
Chapter 1226: Turbulent, Night King's Morning Court
For a moment, the atmosphere in the court and the capital became extremely serious.
Not only did Gao Yang lose a group of old and conservative forces in the court left behind by her and her father and mother, but Emperor Haolian also lost a lot of old and new subordinates.
Of course, the Night King's actions against Emperor Haolian within the court weren't limited to the past two days. A few days ago, he had already announced his high-profile actions: he was also participating in the crackdown in the capital city related to the Nether Nine Layers.
Afterwards, after severely suppressing a group of Dali Temple officials headed by Liu Wuzheng, he used two methods to report and advise the censors and the regent to clean up those officials who were in office but doing nothing.
At today's morning court session, Emperor Haolian looked at the reports submitted by the censors and heard the noisy arguments among the civil and military officials, which made him feel overwhelmed.
He knew he was going to lose another group of lackeys...
The emperor waved his hand, indicating that the court would thoroughly investigate these matters.
"I believe that the emperor will give a fair explanation."
Suddenly, an indifferent voice echoed in the huge hall.
When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw a tall man walking against the light at the entrance of the hall.
The morning light shone on his tall and slender body, and his whole body was full of majesty, like a god walking out of the light.
Isn't he a god? Zhongyue's War Lord. The War Lord renowned across the five nations of the Star-Moon Continent.
Everyone's heart couldn't help but tighten.
It's the Night King! The Night King hasn't attended the morning court in a long time!
The officials who were originally arranged in an orderly manner quickly separated, lined up on both sides, and stood with their heads bowed.
Ye Xiaohan was wearing a dark purple official uniform. Under the attention of officials on both sides, he strode forward and approached the emperor on the high throne step by step.
He nodded slightly and saluted.
"I have met the emperor."
"No need for formalities." Although Ye Xiaohan didn't bow much, Haolian Di still put on a gentle attitude to refuse the formalities.
The emperor put on a friendly look and exchanged a few words with Ye Xiaohan.
Ye Xiaohan also responded one by one, but the smarter court officials could also feel the undercurrent between the two brothers, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent, choosing to play the role of turtles.
The emperor asked Ye Xiaohan why he suddenly came to attend the morning court. Ye Xiaohan calmly said that he came to visit as he had not attended the morning court for a long time.
Regent Prince Zhongyue had the privilege of not attending the morning court, and official duties were generally handled at home in the Yewang Palace. He was aloof and aloof, and certainly would not appear in the bustling and noisy court. He had spent most of the previous few years on the battlefield, and even after returning victorious, he rarely attended the morning court.
Today he rarely wore court robes to attend court, and he walked with a pair of agile long legs. His imposing demeanor was so dazzling that it dazzled the ministers.
People exclaimed in their hearts: The Night King has regained his former glory and risen again.
Or perhaps it could be said that the Night King had never fallen from power! He simply watched others' ups and downs in the dark, indifferently. This meant that even if the Night King had been poisoned, severely injured, or had a broken leg after returning to the throne, he had recovered quickly and simply kept it a secret.
Who are they? How could they be worthy of being told the details by a figure like the Night King?
Among the ministers, those under the Night King and Duke Meng's camp were filled with pride, practically strutting their stuff. Their prince had long been well, but the others simply didn't deserve to know. The others, manipulated by the prince, only realized belatedly that he had already risen to power. It was truly a relief!
Those neutral factions including the Right Prime Minister and the Duke of Ju, as well as those factions in the Hanlin Academy represented by General Bai and Scholar Su who were inclined to side with the Night King, could not hide the joy and admiration on their faces.
King Di stood in front, staring at Ye Xiaohan with obscure expressions together with the people in his camp.
The Crown Prince, who had been ill for a long time and had been confined to his home, finally emerged today, his eyes filled with complexities as he looked at Ye Xiaohan. Crown Prince Ye Chu'ao was, after all, a man with a simple mind and a strong body. He couldn't even conceal the jealousy and vigilance he felt towards others.
The faces of the members of the Jing family behind the Crown Prince were slightly gloomy. Meanwhile, the Gao family, the Fifth Prince's maternal grandfather's family, followed the Fifth Prince's calm demeanor and displayed no significant negative emotions. Instead, they looked at the Night King with subtle kindness and gratitude, as the Night King's wife had kindly treated the Fifth Prince.
The Crown Prince rarely appeared in public, and Prime Minister Yun also rarely appeared in the court. Ever since he and Princess Ye began to fall out, Prime Minister Yun had repeatedly failed to perform his duties, been punished by the Emperor, and suppressed by the Night King. Dragging a weakened body, he had not been able to attend court for a long time.
Now, he was able to attend court, but he stood unsteadily, not like a prime minister, but more like a lame old beggar.
However, unknown to everyone, Yun Xiang's return to the court was also the work of the Night King. After Yun Mujiu severed ties with Yun Xiang some time ago, the Night King had been suppressing Yun Xiang, preventing him from ever being seen by the Emperor again. Now that the Emperor's newly promoted Dong Cun was being suppressed by the Night King, the Emperor was left with no choice but to try and bring back Yun Xiang, his lackey. This move by the Emperor was precisely what the Night King had planned. He wanted Yun Xiang back at court so he could implement his next plan...
At today's morning court session, a special figure appeared, and it was his first appearance in such a solemn occasion...
The Seventh Prince, dressed in dark court robes, stood upright among the courtiers. Previously, he had never been qualified to attend court. Recently, he had shown filial piety at the Emperor's bedside, and had previously successfully handled several substantial matters for the Emperor, including dealing with the Night King and his wife.
Now, the Third Prince had just returned from the Northern Realm and had been there for years, the Crown Prince was too weak to be of much use, and the Fifth Prince hadn't fully recovered and his foundation was still shallow. The Emperor was willing to give the Seventh Prince a chance to show his abilities when he needed someone. Furthermore, despite being powerless, the Seventh Prince was handsome and elegant, possessing the aura of a royal aristocrat. He could be considered a genuine member of the royal family. The Emperor felt that he should be used whenever possible, wanting to squeeze every bit of value out of Ye Chufeng.
In addition to these advantages, the Seventh Prince's long-standing disability, his eyesight, had been completely healed. In other words, the Seventh Prince was completely free of any other major ailments. At the very least, he was handsome, elegant, and in good health, which was enough to impress everyone. A healthy prince without a disability always held some hope for success in his pursuit of the throne or a chance at a position of power.
In short, the already turbulent court became even more turbulent because of the arrival of the Night King. The surface of the discussion lake seemed calm but was actually turbulent.
Ye Xiaohan's eyes were calm as he scanned the surrounding people's gazes. Most people lowered their heads, especially the emperor's confidants, who were sweating profusely on their backs.
There was no way. The Night King's pressure was too strong! They couldn't bear it! You know, the Night King was a martial arts genius who was close to being a martial god at such a young age. How could their bodies withstand the power of a martial god?
The martial genius Ye Xiaohan glanced coldly over and took in everyone's reactions...