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The voice came from Eunuch Huang who went to the princess's residence yesterday to deliver the princess's imperial edict. The voice had a unique tone, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky, echoing back and forth in the huge palace.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zifen hurriedly followed the crowd and slowly stood up.

But even so, she still kept her eyes downcast, not daring to raise her head rashly to peek at the emperor's face.

At this moment, the entire hall was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of solemnity. Everyone present held their breath and dared not even breathe.

Even those who are usually arrogant and domineering are silent at this moment, fearing that the slightest carelessness will bring them death.

Ye Zifen could clearly feel the extremely tense atmosphere around her, as if even every speck of dust in the air was frozen in place, weighing her down so heavily that she could hardly breathe.

Ye Zifen knew very well that the fear rising in her heart did not come from herself, but under such a solemn and depressing atmosphere, she could not help but be drawn to it.

Although her palms were slightly sweaty, she still tried her best to maintain her composure and calmness.

The new emperor sat high above everyone else on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power. Even if he was not angry, his majesty was enough to inspire awe.

Those eyes, as deep as a pool of water, seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts and see through everything in the world.

The entire court was filled with a solemn atmosphere. All the ministers, without exception, kept their heads down, and even their breathing became cautious, for fear that the slightest mistake would bring them death.

Ye Zifen quietly raised her eyes, took a quick glance, and then quickly lowered her head again.

The new emperor's face was as cold as if it was carved, and his expressionless look made it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

At this moment, it was difficult for many ministers to remain calm.

Their hearts were beating like rapidly beating war drums, and the thoughts in their minds were chaotic and overwhelming.

As the saying goes, "A new emperor appoints his own ministers." Everyone is wondering in their hearts how the newly enthroned emperor intends to replace the ministers in the court with his trusted people.

Some people silently pray to God for blessings in their hearts, hoping to maintain their current status and power; while others secretly plan and scheme, trying to seek greater benefits in this new and ever-changing situation.

Finally, the supreme emperor on the dragon throne above slowly spoke.

His voice was steady and majestic, as if the entire court had become solemn and dignified because of these words.

"This is the first time that Princess Fuxia has come to the palace for the morning court, and she has not yet held any official position. I wonder if the princess has any place she would like to go to test her skills?"

The emperor's eyes fell on the graceful and elegant woman below.

Ye Zifen walked out lightly and bowed to the emperor respectfully, saying, "Fuxia greets His Majesty. In the past, I never dared to hope to discuss state affairs here with all the respected civil and military officials. Today, I am able to stand here, all thanks to the great grace of Your Majesty. As for where I will be assigned to serve, everything will be decided by Your Majesty's will."

After saying this, Ye Zifen lowered her head slightly, with just the right amount of respectfulness in her eyes.

At this moment, she was wearing an extremely gorgeous palace dress, the hem of her skirt fluttering gently in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

However, even though she was dressed so gorgeously, she never dared to show off in the slightest.

After all, the atmosphere in the court was extremely solemn, and everyone's eyes were fixed on her like a spotlight.

Ye Zifen thought to herself that at this moment, she must not rashly say where she wanted to go to serve as an official.

If she accidentally arouses the emperor's suspicion and he thinks she has ulterior motives, then the result will be more harm than good.

So, she quickly gathered her thoughts and let them race like the wind, but her face still maintained a calm expression.

The emperor paused for a moment, then said, "In that case, I will think carefully about where to place you. If you have anything to report to me, please feel free to speak up."

Upon hearing this, the emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Then I will have to think carefully about where to send you. If you have important matters to report, please feel free to speak up now."

After saying this, he glanced at everyone vaguely.

Ye Zifen's heart trembled violently. She knew very well that this arrangement concerned her own future. Once the emperor gave the imperial decree, there would be no room for maneuver.

So, she quietly retreated to where she had just stood, with her head lowered. She seemed to be standing quietly, but she had already...

At this time, the Minister of Rites stepped out, bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, after careful calculations by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, your coronation ceremony and the ceremony of conferring the title of Empress have been determined to be held on November 23. The weather will be getting colder by then, and the Ministry of Rites must prepare for various matters in advance. However, the imperial edict to confer the title of Empress has not yet been issued. I dare to ask your Majesty what is your will on this?"

The emperor frowned upon hearing this, and after a moment's hesitation, he responded, "The empress's enthronement ceremony does not need to be held at the same time as my coronation ceremony. You can focus on preparing for the coronation ceremony first."

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the court.

"Your Majesty! The coronation ceremony and the empress-crowned ceremony have always been held together. This is the rule set by our ancestors. How can we change it so rashly?"

The respected old minister with gray hair had a red face, veins bulging on his forehead, and a look of anxiety. He took small steps forward hurriedly and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is against etiquette!"

Another minister quickly followed suit. He bent his body, clasped his hands together, and nodded and bowed to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, please think twice! If you act this way, I'm afraid it will cause unrest in the court and the country!"

Another minister spoke worriedly, his brows furrowed, his face full of worry and fear.

"Your Majesty, please follow the old rules and do not easily break the rules that have been passed down for generations!"

Upon seeing this, other ministers also began to advise. For a moment, the court was filled with noise, and the ministers argued endlessly with each other. The scene was in chaos, just like a pot of boiling water.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang". It turned out that the emperor slapped the beautifully carved armrest of the dragon throne in front of him and stood up suddenly.