On the first day of the first lunar month of the 18th year of Zhengping, Pei Yinzhou ascended the throne and changed his name to Chengque.
During the enthronement ceremony, the beautiful jade beads swayed in front of his eyes, and the twelve beads cut the world into countless tiny fragments.
He looked at the courtiers who were kneeling before His Majesty Dan. He didn't have any pride in conquering the world. He only had one thought that had been polished in the secret prison of Xuanjing Division for twelve years:
The first nine people who have sat on this chair are all dead. He wants to live.
Live to sit on this chair, live to find out why the late emperor passed the throne to a man with a foreign surname, live to save your own life in this imperial city that eats people without spitting out their bones.
As for the clan members in the court who saw him as a thorn in their side, the cabinet ministers who secretly sharpened their knives, Beidi who was eyeing him at the border, and the remnants of the old party who were hiding in the dark and waiting for their chance -
Pei Yinzhou thought of the wall covered with torture instruments in the secret cell of the Xuanjing Division.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
He is familiar with this job.
