The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

On the long table, two bright yellow imperial edicts were neatly placed one above the other.

The characters written above have naive and smooth strokes, are thin and strong, and have a natural and vivid charm. This is exactly the running script that Emperor Jianyuan is good at.

The late emperor’s enlightenment teacher was Chang An, the former president of the Hanlin Academy, and President Chang was the grandfather of Mr. Jiang Wuye.

Master Jiang Wu has profound attainments in calligraphy. Although his style is different from that of Emperor Jianyuan, it is not impossible to imitate him to perfection.

Although no one has expressed this speculation at the moment, it does not mean that the ministers do not have such thoughts in their minds.

Zhao Xu clenched his hands, looked at the ministers who were wavering and unable to make a conclusion, and said:

"The edict of succession in my hand was taken out from behind the plaque of "upright and bright", and the one in my third brother's hand... just like him, the prince, appeared inexplicably!"

The atmosphere in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was so solemn that it was suffocating.

Queen Cao's eyes slowly swept over the second and third princes, pondering and weighing in her heart.

If the second prince inherits the throne, then given Concubine Jing's personality, it would be difficult for the harem to accommodate two empress dowagers coexisting.

If the Third Prince's will to succeed the throne is true, and Imperial Concubine Chen has a feud with the new Emperor over her mother's murder, her fate will depend on the weight of the Chen family in the Third Prince's heart.

There is a rift between the Jiang family and the Chen family because Imperial Noble Consort Chen once hurt the eldest princess.

As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain. The relationship between the two sides is tense and they can only maintain superficial peace.

For Queen Cao, between the second prince and the third prince, she prefers the third prince.

Empress Cao sat steadily in the chair, her face dignified, her eyes firm as she spoke:

"The late emperor once told me that although the third prince grew up among the common people, he has a pure heart and will surely be a wise ruler who works hard and loves the people in the future."

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, and the expressions of the ministers in the hall became intriguing.

Upon hearing this, Imperial Concubine Jing screamed, "The late emperor has passed away. Who can prove what you said, Queen? Was there anyone hiding under the bed who heard your conversation with the late emperor? My son has the edict of succession in his hand. It was left by the late emperor!"

Empress Cao frowned, her face stern, and shouted, "Come here, slap him!"

Fang Ruo and Wang Quan cooperated well, one held down Concubine Jing, while the other swung his arm and slapped her in the face.

"When the late emperor was alive, he thought your rude words were fun. Now you are insulting him. A slap in the face is the least of your worries." Empress Cao said coldly, looking at Concubine Jing's swollen cheek.

Master Jiang Wu retracted his gaze and looked at Grand Secretary Yang, "I wonder if Master Yang can tell whether the edict of succession is authentic or not."

Lord Yang frowned, and his old face looked tired under the candlelight. He shook his head slightly and sighed:

"The Second Prince's will is flawless, but the Third Prince's... is similar to the previous emperor's writing style, but there are still some differences."

Fu Chi said bluntly: "Master Yang, why don't you speak frankly? The imperial seal on this imperial edict is forged!"

Wang Fengliang, who pointed out the differences between the two jade seal imprints, took a step back and made room for Dong Gaozhan next to him.

Dong Gaozhan quickly echoed, his eyes filled with determination and conviction: "Forging an imperial edict is a serious crime. The Third Prince may lose more than he gains."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Nansheng meaningfully.

Jiang Nansheng glanced at the sky outside. The night was as dark as ink, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made him even more worried about Jin Chu.

He couldn't help but look gloomy, and said in a cold voice: "Bring the things from the late emperor's desk here, and everyone will know once they see it, and they will make their own conclusion."

The Jinyiwei had already led people to clear out the Jinwuwei in the Yangxin Palace. The guards holding lanterns and torches stood in rows in the courtyard, the candlelight was bright, as bright as day.

Qin Lang had to admire Jiang Nansheng. He used the stage built for him by the Second Prince to allow him to witness his glorious rise, and then watched himself fall from the peak.

Killing people and killing people's hearts is nothing more than that.

Huang Tong quickly brought people to bring the things over. Next to the two "succession edicts" were the memorials and letters that the late emperor had seen in the morning, as well as the jade seal.

Qin Lang stood beside Master Jiang Wu, wanting to say something to him, but he saw him looking at the dark night in the distance, his lips tightly pursed, and his usually gentle and calm face now showed an unprecedented indifference.

She swallowed the compliments for this "virtuous son-in-law", followed his gaze, and whispered to him: "Don't worry about Jinchu, everything is arranged properly, and there are crossbowmen protecting him in secret."

Yang Daxueshi read the letters one by one, and then handed them to several old ministers beside him. When they finished reading all the letters and memorials, everyone's face showed an expression of disbelief.

The imperial edict that the third prince took out had an indentation on the jade seal that was exactly the same as the crack on the jade seal in front of him.

Obviously, this edict of succession was the final decision made by the late emperor after he learned that the second prince was colluding with the Fuso people and received a memorial from General Zheng that presented a lot of evidence.

Zhao Xu suddenly felt something bad and stood up from his chair.

Concubine Jing beside him was frightened by this sudden action and trembled all over, like a frightened bird.

The Jinyiwei behind them instantly became on high alert, and their aura was terrifying. They didn't know when they, mother and son, had become people under surveillance.

Zhao Xu seemed unaware of this, and spoke hastily, "I wonder what the relationship is between these letters and the will? Although it is a very cold season, my father's body cannot be left unattended like this. There are still many matters waiting to be dealt with..."

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly solemn. Grand Scholar Yang held onto the table in front of him, slowly turned sideways, and looked at Jiang Nansheng.

Master Jiang Wu smiled slightly and gestured with his hand: "Lord Yang is highly respected in the court and is the most trusted person of the late emperor. Please announce the late emperor's last will to the world."

Scholar Yang nodded, stood up straight, bowed his head to adjust his clothes, held the imperial edict in both hands, and said loudly in a tired and trembling voice:

"I have inherited the great cause of my ancestors with my cool virtue for twenty years, and have been busy day and night trying to govern...

The emperor's third son, Zhao Yu, is a piece of unpolished jade and pure gold, with natural virtues. He should ascend to the throne. The ministers in charge of cultural relics should work together to assist me in governing the country and fulfill my wish.

The funeral ceremony shall be in accordance with the imperial father's will, with the day replaced by the month, and mourning clothes removed on the 27th day. Music and marriage are not prohibited. The princes of the royal family are responsible for the protection of the country and cannot leave their own country without permission...

My beloved concubine, Imperial Concubine Jing, is gentle and kind and has been with me for a long time. I cannot bear to leave her even in the underworld. Now I have left a will that this concubine should follow me in the underworld to fulfill her love and service.

Among my sons, I posthumously confer the title of Prince Kang on my eldest son Zhao Kang. The fourth son is the Prince of Jin, the seventh son is the Prince of Yan, and the ninth son is the Prince of Zhou...

After the sacrificial ceremony, the princes went to Shu and were not allowed to enter the capital without an imperial edict.

After I am gone, the new ruler should treat me as a brother, and together we should protect the country and pass it on to future generations.

Admire this. "