Chapter 500: The throne is finally in hand

"Old Ancestor, are these words true? Has Prince Zhong really woken up?" Li Liangcheng asked boldly.

The Old Ancestor was very straightforward, "Little Wei, go bring Prince Zhong. Today we are electing an emperor; since he has woken up, he should not be absent."

Wei Wubing bowed to accept the order, turned and walked out of the hall, and with a 'whoosh', performed an on-the-spot vanishing act. They were all Grandmasters, but only in front of the Old Ancestor would they be as well-behaved as little quails. Away from the Old Ancestor, they were the 'gods' of the human world.

Imperial Consort Gao suddenly stopped crying, "What should be done about my son? The throne was originally his; he is so miserable! Old Ancestor, someone poisoned my son and snatched his throne; please, Old Ancestor, preside over justice."

"Justice will naturally be presided over; later I will clean up the house."

"But, the throne was originally my son's; even if he cannot make it, it should be inherited by his eldest son."

"Impossible! A young emperor with an elder uncle is a recipe for disaster. Right now, the world is in chaos, and the court needs an emperor in his prime, not a child emperor." The Old Ancestor said in a flat tone, instantly extinguishing Imperial Consort Gao's delusions.

The ministers nodded one after another, expressing agreement. That was the logic; a young emperor with an elder uncle is a recipe for disaster! The Old Ancestor saw things far more deeply.

"May I ask the Old Ancestor, who is capable of being emperor?" Li Liangcheng bowed and asked, even more respectfully than when facing Emperor Taixing. If Emperor Taixing had a spirit in heaven, he would probably be furious.

"Just vote and elect according to your method; whoever is elected is the one. I will accompany you today until a new emperor is elected. Ensuring that everyone present is safe."

The implication was that with him there, there was no need to worry about anyone poisoning them. Regardless of who was elected emperor, they would surely be able to ascend the throne safely and become the new Son of Heaven of the empire.

Li Liangcheng let out a long sigh of relief; the Old Ancestor not interfering in the selection of the heir and not interfering in the voting made him feel much more relaxed. If the Old Ancestor insisted on interfering, he would feel very empty inside, not knowing how to stop it. In fact, he couldn't stop it at all.

The Old Ancestor was worthy of being the Old Ancestor; he was the stabilizing needle of the imperial family, and even more so the stabilizing needle of the entire world.

"Zhou Mobai, Liaochen, the altar explosion, the late Emperor's coma, and final passing. Do you two know your mistakes?"

"Please, Old Ancestor, punish us."

Taking advantage of the fact that Prince Zhong hadn't arrived and the voting hadn't started, the Old Ancestor suddenly pointed his spear at the two Grandmasters. It looked like he was going to resolve the case of Emperor Taixing's sudden passing in front of all the officials.

"You two should have been protecting the late Emperor, ensuring his safety. When the altar exploded, where were you two?"

The Old Ancestor's expression was faint, looking not severe. However, Zhou Mobai and the other broke out in a cold sweat together.

These two were both Grandmasters.

Between Grandmasters, there were clearly walls. The gap between Grandmasters was even greater than the gap between humans and dogs.

"Reporting to the Old Ancestor, because I was injured, I have been recuperating outside the city. When the altar exploded, I was not in the city." Zhou Mobai lowered his head and explained.

Liaochen recited a Buddhist chant and said: "The late Emperor's temperament was quite stubborn and he refused to let this old monk protect him. He said that this old monk believes in Buddhism, and Buddhism and Daoism clash, which would delay his cultivation. When the altar exploded, this old monk was in seclusion at Wu Xiang Temple. Amitabha, this old monk neglected his duty; please, Old Ancestor, punish me."

"This calamity was destined!" The Old Ancestor said flatly: "But the fact that you two neglected your duty is also indisputable. Do you accept punishment?"

"We accept!"

"Accepting is good!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Mobai and the other suddenly knelt on the ground, their faces ferocious and fearful, sweat soaking their clothes, seemingly enduring great pain, yet not daring to let out a sound.

All the officials present looked at this scene, their faces showing fear. Some timid ones screamed on the spot.

One by one, they were all pale, not looking like living people.

The air in the hall seemed to be frozen, cold enough to make people stiff all over.

It wasn't until Wei Wubing arrived with Prince Zhong, who had just woken up, that this terrifying scene was broken.

The pressure suddenly vanished, and Zhou Mobai and his companion collapsed to the ground, looking as if they had just been fished out of water, their bodies weak and sprawled in a heap.

The Old Ancestor said slowly: "Considering your past merits, I will spare your lives. I will ask about the various things that happened during the late Emperor's coma one by one later. You two withdraw first."

"Yes!"

Zhou Mobai and the other supported their weak bodies, almost crawling, crawling out of the hall. Those were Grandmasters!

The officials looked at the unremarkable Old Ancestor, their hearts filled only with fear. They were afraid that the next one would be themselves.

"Prince Zhong is already unharmed." The Old Ancestor's attitude suddenly changed, warm and kind.

"Many thanks to the Old Ancestor for saving my life." Prince Zhong, with a face that had just recovered from a serious illness, stepped forward, bowed deeply, and paid a great tribute.

"If you want to thank someone, thank the Imperial Consort; if it weren't for her risking danger to wake me up while I was in seclusion, I wouldn't have been able to save you."

Prince Zhong was very teachable and immediately turned around to thank Imperial Consort Gao.

Imperial Consort Gao was full of regret, anger, and at a loss.

She had invited the Old Ancestor, but failed to protect Prince Yan's throne, and even failed to protect Prince Yan's life.

She wailed, "What should I do!"

"Consort, rest assured, I will provide for you in your old age." Prince Zhong immediately expressed his stance.

"No need. I have my own grandson; it's not your turn to show courtesy." Imperial Consort Gao refused sternly, without any politeness. She had no intention of using this opportunity to repair their relationship.

There was only regret for the past.

If she had known this would be the result, she wouldn't have invited the Old Ancestor out. In that way, she wouldn't have benefited Prince Zhong.

Imperial Consort Gao was unable to cry.

This place had nothing to do with her anymore; everything was over. She left in low spirits, leaving this place of sorrow.

Prince Zhong went to the side hall to wait.

His sudden appearance made other imperial princes and kings panic for a moment. What they thought was a done deal was instantly full of variables again.

Once Prince Zhong arrived, who could block his edge?

It's over!

Prince Jin was even more soul-lost, as if his throat had been strangled by fate, and every breath was a pain from the bottom of his heart.

With the Old Ancestor sitting in town, the voting scene was quiet and solemn.

Everyone subconsciously put away their little thoughts.

Regardless of what they thought emotionally, at this moment, as a court official, they thought most calmly and rationally, casting their sacred vote.

The final result was Prince Zhong winning by a large margin. More than ten votes ahead of the second-place Prince Jin. An indisputable heir to the throne.

Seeing this result, the Old Ancestor nodded, "Very good!"

He clearly recognized this result and recognized Prince Zhong's ability.

The ministers were relieved, as if they had finally completed a destined task, exhaling together and wiping the sweat from their foreheads together.

When Qiu Defu came to the side hall to announce the result, as expected, everyone had been mentally prepared.

After twists and turns and several setbacks, the throne finally fell into Prince Zhong's hands.

The Son of Heaven, destined by fate!

Emperor Taixing exhausted his efforts, not hesitating to destroy the Great Wall to depose the Crown Prince, but in the end, the throne still fell into Prince Zhong's hands. If Emperor Taixing had a spirit in heaven, would he be angry enough to lift the coffin lid and crawl out to bite everyone to death? ===== CHAPTER 501 =====