The moment Zhao Ding stepped back to Suzhou from Zhao Yingluo's camp, the night was as deep as thick ink. He walked through the brightly lit streets and walked straight to the Suzhou Mansion, but his heart was mixed, and he didn't know how to open his mouth to Zhao Gou.

In the palace, Zhao Gou anxiously waited for news from Zhao Ding. He sat in the dimly lit study, his face haggard, and his eyes revealed deep uneasiness and helplessness.

When Zhao Ding's figure appeared at the door, he stood up abruptly and asked eagerly, "How?" Did Zhao Yingluo agree? ”

Zhao Ding took a deep breath, walked slowly in front of Zhao Gou, and said in a low voice: "Official, Zhao Yingluo agreed. She agreed to give you the honor of the emperor, and also agreed not to embarrass Qin Hui and other ministers for the time being. ”

When Zhao Gou heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes, a tired and complicated smile on his face, as if at this moment, he had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the unwillingness and helplessness in his eyes were even stronger.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Gou said two good words in a row, but he couldn't hide the tremor in his voice, "As long as I can keep the throne of the emperor, I will be relieved." ”

Zhao Ding looked at Zhao Gou's expression, and his heart felt sour. He knew how difficult and painful this decision was for Zhao Gou.

In the following days, Zhao Gou's army merged with Zhao Yingluo's army, and the 200,000-strong army arrived in Lin'an.

Outside Lin'an City, they merged with Han Shizhong's army again, and Zhao Yingluo, escorted by thousands of elites, entered Lin'an City with Zhao Gou.

On August 20, the day of the Great Pilgrimage Meeting came as scheduled.

Zhao Gou sat on the throne unwillingly, and glanced at Zhao Yingluo sitting beside him with complicated eyes.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a phoenix crown, and her bearing was majestic and noble.

Zhao Gou couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart, was it jealousy, helplessness, or unwillingness? He couldn't say it himself.

At this moment, the chamberlain Feng Yi read out the edict of abdication aloud.

His voice echoed through the empty hall, and every word was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

When the ministers who didn't know the inside story heard the contents of the edict, they were surprised one by one! They looked at each other and whispered as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Qin Hui's face was particularly ugly.

He stood in the middle of the court, staring gloomily at the edict in Feng Yi's hand, his hands clenched into fists.

He knew that once the edict was read, his power and position would also evaporate.

He unwillingly glanced at Zhao Gou and Zhao Yingluo sitting on the throne, and his heart was full of resentment and helplessness.

After the edict was read, Zhao Gou stood up and sat down on the right-hand side.

His movements were a little stiff and sluggish, as if at this moment he was no longer the emperor who was on top.

The palace people put Zhao Yang, who was not yet three years old, on the dragon chair.

Zhao Yang looked at this scene and cried, as if he felt the depression and heaviness in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Yingluo got up from the seat next to her, picked up Zhao Yang and sat on the dragon chair.

Her movements were gentle and decisive, as if to announce to everyone that she had taken over the power of the throne.

She looked down at Zhao Yang in her arms, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in her eyes.

As his aunt, as long as she can teach this little emperor well, the Great Song Dynasty will have a future.

Zhao Gou watched Zhao Yingluo and Zhao Yang sitting on the dragon chair, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

He used to sit in that position, enjoying the glory and power of the worship of all people.

But now, he can only watch his throne being taken away from him, and there is nothing he can do.

The hall fell into deathly silence again. Only Zhao Yang's cry echoed, as if telling the change of power and helplessness in this court.

Zhao Gou closed his eyes and let the tears slide down his cheeks.

When the ministers saw Zhao Yingluo openly sitting on the dragon chair, they were immediately shocked. They looked at each other and whispered with expressions of disbelief on their faces. Some ministers loyal to Zhao Gou angrily accused Zhao Yingluo of not conforming to the rules of etiquette and openly provoking the authority of the imperial family.

"Your Royal Highness, what do you mean?" An old minister asked in a trembling voice, "The dragon chair is the seat of the Son of Heaven, where are you leaving the official family with such an act?" ”

Zhao Yingluo sat on the dragon chair expressionlessly, her eyes scanning the ministers coldly.

Zhao Yang in her arms had stopped crying and looked at everything around curiously.

Zhao Yingluo knew in her heart that at this moment, she had to show enough majesty and momentum to deter these disgruntled ministers.

"Since I am in charge of the country, it is also in line with etiquette to sit on the dragon chair." Zhao Yingluo said coldly, "If you have any objections, just ask them, and I will answer them one by one." ”

Her voice was not high, but it exuded an unmistakable majesty.

The ministers were intimidated by her momentum, and no one dared to question it for a while.

However, at this moment, a minister with an upright personality stepped forward.

He glared at Zhao Yingluo angrily and said loudly: "Your Royal Highness Princess, although you are the royal sister of the official family, you can't trample on the dignity of the royal family so unscrupulously!" If you do this, where will you leave the official home? Where do you put the etiquette of the Great Song Dynasty? ”

The minister's words immediately struck a chord with other ministers.

They echoed it, accusing Zhao Yingluo's behavior of not being in accordance with the law of etiquette, and asked her to leave the dragon chair immediately

In the face of the accusations of the ministers, Zhao Yingluo still did not change her face.

She glanced coldly at the minister who had taken the lead in accusing her, and a wave of anger swelled up in her heart.

She knew that the reason why these ministers dared to accuse her so arrogantly was because they looked down on her as a woman and thought that she was not qualified to sit on the dragon chair.

At this moment, Wen Boyuan, who was standing beside him, pulled out half of his sword when he saw this, and the cold light of the sword body flashed, revealing a fierce murderous aura. He said sharply to the group of ministers: "Her Royal Highness the princess is in charge of the country, and it is also in line with etiquette to sit on the dragon chair!" If you dare to make noise again, Hugh blames General Ben for being ruthless under his sword! ”

Wen Boyuan's words immediately quieted down the ministers. They looked at the long sword in Wen Boyuan's hand in horror, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

They knew that now the hall was full of Zhao Yingluo's guards, and it was pointless to hold on, so they had to let Zhao Yingluo sit on the dragon chair with Zhao Yang in her arms.

Seeing this, Zhao Yingluo couldn't help but feel satisfied in her heart.

She knew that Wen Boyuan's words had already played a role in deterring the ministers. At this moment, she only needs to add another fire to make these ministers completely surrender.

So, she said coldly: "I know, you are not convinced. However, what I want to tell you is that this throne is not what this palace wants. The reason why I am sitting here is only to protect the safety of the official family and the stability of the Great Song Dynasty. If you can find a more suitable candidate to supervise the country, I will immediately give way! ”

Zhao Yingluo's words made the ministers feel an irresistible sense of surrender again, and at this moment, they were completely intimidated by her momentum, and they no longer dared to have the slightest objection.

The hall fell into deathly silence again.

Only Zhao Yang in Zhao Yingluo's arms occasionally let out a few crisp laughs, as if mocking the incompetence and cowardice of these ministers.

Zhao Yingluo looked at the nephew in her arms, and couldn't help but feel a tenderness in her heart, Zhao Yang is still young, and he must be a good little emperor under his own teaching in the future, this Great Song Dynasty will be strong again in his own hands and his hands.

(End of chapter)