Chapter 1045: First Volume, Chapter 1045: Nu Huang Ascends the Throne

First Volume, Chapter 1045: Nu Huang Ascends the Throne

The Old National Preceptor had become like mud—he had believed he could ruin Qin Feng and incite all factions to rise in rebellion, allowing his Clan to profit from the chaos, even possibly become the "leader."

But the killer move Qin Feng unveiled shattered the Old National Preceptor's illusions completely.

In despair, the Old National Preceptor dropped to his knees and screamed desperately: "Marquis Qin, I am an old fool—I was blinded by His Majesty… no, by that traitor who stole the throne."

"I never imagined he was so shameless—he murdered the late Emperor."

"Marquis Qin, please, out of pity for my old age and dim senses, spare me and my clan."

Looking at the Old National Preceptor kneeling and begging, Qin Feng's eyes showed not the slightest ripple.

Since the Old National Preceptor came here to disrupt things, it meant he had already coordinated with his clan—they would launch a Bandit Collaboration from within and without to overthrow Qin Feng.

Qin Feng would show no mercy to such a man.

"Every Monarch has some secret that cannot see the light."

"Aren't you sworn to serve the Northern Di Monarch faithfully? What did the Northern Di Monarch do? What does it have to do with you? Just keep serving him!"

At these words, the Old National Preceptor was utterly humiliated.

Around him, the Officials all cast looks of contempt.

"Hehehe, utterly hypocritical!"

"Old National Preceptor, you kept saying you'd die loyal to His Majesty—so why did your loyalty vanish the moment you learned what dirty deeds His Majesty once committed?"

"Even if His Majesty has stains on his record, what does that have to do with you? You are both a loyal minister and an Imperial Cousin—you should follow him blindly, without question."

Facing the mockery, the Old National Preceptor felt no shame—he didn't care about these Officials' taunts; the only person he cared about was Qin Feng before him.

Qin Feng grew tired of further words and simply waved his hand.

The previously noisy front hall fell silent instantly; under everyone's stunned gazes, Jing Qianying stepped forward.

At this moment, Jing Qianying had shed her former brisk demeanor and now wore a luxurious, dignified phoenix robe.

The deep crimson robe, embroidered with golden threads into lifelike phoenixes, perfectly concealed her graceful figure.

Her jet-black hair was coiled high atop her head, crowned with a brilliant golden phoenix diadem.

This attire was that of an Empress, not a Monarch.

Clearly, even if Jing Qianying became Monarch of the realm, she first and foremost was Qin Feng's future wife—thus she identified as "Empress," not "Emperor."

Feeling Jing Qianying's piercing gaze, Wu Fangxu was the first to react.

He dropped to his knees and shouted: "Your servant pays homage to Your Majesty!"

At Wu Fangxu's cry, the other Officials snapped out of their shock and knelt in unison to pay respects.

Soon, the chorus of "Your servant pays homage to Your Majesty!" rose and fell.

Most among them knew only of Jing Qianying's existence—they had never seen her in person.

Now that they finally saw the real person, their hearts held not just awe, but deep reverence.

They couldn't help but marvel: no wonder she was the future Monarch, Qin Feng's woman—even standing there silently, her aura radiated overwhelming authority.

Looking at the sea of kneeling ministers, Jing Qianying's emotions were complex.

After so long, she had finally returned to her homeland and taken her late Father Emperor's place, reclaiming control of this nation.

More than relief, she felt happiness—because all of this was thanks to Qin Feng.

She cast one tender glance at Qin Feng; seeing him nod, she declared with full sovereign authority: "All loyal ministers, rise."

Wu Fangxu led the cry: "Thank Your Majesty!"

Whoosh—

The Officials rose in unison; this bow had proclaimed to Heaven: Jing Qianying was the new Monarch of Northern Di.

The Old National Preceptor still knelt, trembling: "Your servant pays homage to Your Majesty."

He might have been silent, but the moment he spoke, Jing Qianying's piercing gaze snapped to him.

Jing Qianying stood tall, eyes slightly lowered, looking down with supreme disdain upon the Old National Preceptor.

This aura of sovereign dominion over Heaven seemed innate.

Or rather, Jing Qianying's aura surpassed Qin Feng's—after all, she was of royal blood, while Qin Feng cultivated a people's touch; the two were utterly different.

Feeling the icy gaze from above, the Old National Preceptor trembled violently, terrified beyond measure.

Just as he prepared to beg for mercy, Jing Qianying's voice cut in first.

"Drag him out and behead him!"

The crisp, decisive order struck straight to the heart.

By the time the Tianji Camp Guards rushed forward and pinned the Old National Preceptor to the ground, he still hadn't recovered from shock—surely Jing Qianying, as a woman, should be even more "benevolent" than Qin Feng.

The couple: one plays the good cop, one the bad cop…

But the outcome was the opposite—Jing Qianying was harsher, more decisive than Qin Feng.

At this moment, the Old National Preceptor finally understood: Qin Feng was the one playing the good cop.

With Qin Feng's backing, the phoenix-enthroned Jing Qianying was the true Sha Fa Guo Jue Monarch—ruthless, without mercy…

Too bad—he realized it too late.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The Old National Preceptor's voice echoed through the Headquarters front hall, growing fainter and fainter until it vanished.

All present Officials drew sharp breaths—no one had expected the new Monarch's first act upon ascending the throne would be mass execution, not amnesty or benevolence.

Instantly, every heart filled with awe.

Unlike Qin Feng's patient guidance and strategic planning, Jing Qianying cared nothing for such things—even if Heaven collapsed, Qin Feng would hold it up for her; she only needed to act as Monarch, without restraint.

"Issue my Military Order: thoroughly investigate the entire line of this old villain!"

"Anyone found with even the slightest connection—execute on the spot!"

Seeing the Tianji Camp Guards depart upon receiving their order, Wu Fangxu hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, this is inappropriate."

"The Old National Preceptor's lineage are imperial in-laws; their strength is not to be underestimated. If crushed with brute force, they will surely resist."

"Why not…"

Before Wu Fangxu could finish, Jing Qianying coldly interrupted: "All who resist shall be massacred!"

"At this point, does anyone still think resistance is possible?!"

Feeling the intense aura emanating from Jing Qianying, Wu Fangxu fell silent. He stole a glance at Qin Feng beside her, unable to suppress a silent sigh.

Indeed, with Qin Feng—this fiercely protective husband—standing behind her, who could possibly resist Jing Qianying?

Qin Feng did not intervene, for indeed, a warning example was needed now: to crush the rebellious intentions of those still plotting, the Old National Preceptor's clan served as a bloody one.

Moreover, Jing Qianying knew her limits—she said "thorough investigation," not indiscriminate slaughter.