Chapter 277

"My Lord, should we?"

Song Wan saw that Zhang Jie seemed to be in a difficult position in dealing with the two fake Song Emperors,

so he raised his right palm and made a clean cut across his own neck.

Rather than being in a difficult position later and leaving a bad record in the history books,

it would be better to solve these two troubles directly now.

Drag them directly to the side hall, hack them to death with chaotic blades, and then set a fire,

and then just say they learned from King Zhou and set themselves on fire, ending it once and for all.

Anyway, anything could happen in chaotic times.

Li Dequan felt his legs trembling: if the Benevolent King really intended to do this,

wouldn't he, a little eunuch, be silenced nine times out of ten?

"Wuwu."

On the dragon chair, Zhao Huan, feeling that there was no way out, sobbed softly.

You say, why was he so unlucky?

Not to mention being a trembling Crown Prince for decades, he was also pulled in by his unscrupulous old father to take the fall.

He had been Emperor for less than half an hour, and his Great Song had fallen at the speed of light.

Although the status of a Crown Prince of the previous dynasty didn't get any good treatment in the new dynasty,

it was still better than the last emperor of the previous dynasty, right?

Zhao Ji's face was even paler.

If he could barely be considered a living person just now, he had already stepped into the gates of hell now.

Although he had decided the life and death of countless people on the dragon chair,

when it was his turn, he realized he was not as open-minded as he had imagined.

Hardships through the ages, only death is the only difficulty!

"Find a courtyard in the Ten Princes' Mansion and let them live there."

The Ten Princes' Mansion was the mansion specially used by the Great Song to settle the royal clan.

Zhang Jie thought for a while and decided not to kill Zhao Ji and the others directly.

What was good about the New China's treatment of Puyi?

It was good because they didn't kill him directly,

didn't let him die for the forces he was with like that little mustache,

turning him into a spiritual totem to inspire certain people, but transformed him into an ordinary citizen.

If anyone still wanted to make trouble, a sentence like "When Puyi was locked up in the management center, why didn't you or your elders go to save him?

Your loyalty doesn't seem as deep as you claim!"

or "Forget it, Puyi has become an ordinary commoner,

and you still want to ride above the people and engage in privileges?",

could directly block their mouths and leave them speechless.

In Puyi's own words, it was:

Forget it, my Great Qing has already fallen~

He was also prepared to keep Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan, who could be considered the orthodoxy of the Great Song,

to save other Great Song royal clansmen from thinking their opportunity had come and making trouble.

Later, he would also transform them using the Puyi template.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for not killing us; thank you, Your Highness, for not killing us!"

Knowing that they didn't have to die for the time being, Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan wept with joy and thanked Zhang Jie repeatedly.

Even if Zhang Jie changed his mind later and wanted to kill them, at least they didn't have to die now, right?

It is better to live a miserable life than to die.

If one can not die, who wants to die so early?

"Of course, you don't have to think about the treatment of an emperor; just live like ordinary people."

Zhang Jie continued.

He spared Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan's lives, but not to let them enjoy themselves like emperors;

three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, and hundreds of eunuchs and servants serving them were impossible.

Letting them live like ordinary people could already be considered a heaven-sent grace.

It was just that he really couldn't bring himself to do it, otherwise he would have found them a cellar,

a Bianliang version of the Wuguocheng cellar.

"Well, as for the concubines, let their original wives take care of them."

Considering that neither of them had any ability to live,

and if there was no one to help them, they would likely starve themselves to death, Zhang Jie continued.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Although he didn't quite understand, Song Wan still executed Zhang Jie's order without compromise.

"Your Highness, my, my original wife has already passed away."

Zhao Ji, who had already assumed the identity of a subject, rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"Uh..."

Zhang Jie then remembered that Zhao Ji's original wife, the Empress, had already passed away.

His original wife, Empress Xian Gong, Lady Wang, was born in Kaifeng in 1084,

married Zhao Ji, who was still Prince Duan, in 1099, was made Empress in 1100,

and passed away in 1108 at the age of 25, buried on the west side of the Yu Mausoleum.

By the way, she was also the biological mother of Song Qinzong Zhao Huan.

"Then let Empress Zheng go with you."

Zhang Jie remembered Zhao Ji's current Empress, Lady Zheng, and spoke up.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The two fallen rulers who wouldn't die for the time being were taken away.

As soon as they left, the dragon chair they had occupied was vacated.

"This is the position that makes all the heroes in the world bow down!"

Zhang Jie walked slowly onto the high platform, stroked the dragon chair carved with lifelike dragon patterns, and felt deeply moved.

In the TV series "Ming Dynasty 1566" before he transmigrated, the conversation between Jin Douzi and Yu Qian left a deep impression on him.

Jin Douzi asked: What do the history books say?

Yu Qian: Vast as the sea, all-encompassing!

Jin Douzi was very disdainful: That's why you are a corrupt scholar!

Looking at all the history books, they are just four words: "Strive, to, be, Emperor!"

Jin Douzi's words made a lot of sense; the so-called "Twenty-Four Official Histories"

were just the family histories of the royal families of the twenty-four dynasties.

The so-called history books were, in the final analysis, just biographies of emperors, generals, and ministers.

The common people appeared in history books, often in a few simple but not simple words:

In the XX year, there was a great famine, and people ate each other!

Feeling the bumps on the armrests of the dragon chair, Zhang Jie actually wanted to sit on it directly for a moment,

to perceive what it felt like to be the most noble and powerful person in the world.

He thought so, and he did so; no one here could stop him.

He straightened his body and slowly sat down on the dragon chair.

"Long live, long live! Long live, long live, long live the Emperor!"

Song Wan and Li Dequan looked at Zhang Jie, who, set off by the dragon chair, looked like a god descending to earth,

filled with a captivating majesty, and knelt down in a frenzy.

"Long live, long live! Long live, long live, long live the Emperor!"

The guarding soldiers, and the few remaining palace maids and eunuchs found from other palaces,

also knelt down one after another, shouting at the top of their lungs.

But Zhang Jie, sitting on the dragon chair, found that he was not that excited.

"The sacred deeds of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have deceived the endless travelers..."

Zhang Jie stood up calmly from the dragon chair and said:

"Everyone, get up."

At this moment, he clearly understood that, in the final analysis, it was not the dragon chair that gave power to the person sitting on it;

but rather, after the person with power sat on it, the dragon chair symbolized power!