Seeing the heavy cavalry entering the Imperial City first, the noble family of the Wei Kingdom whispered among themselves.
It was not until the chariot carrying the Yan Emperor rolled in with a golden glow that they fell silent, adjusted their attire, and prepared to negotiate with the Yan Emperor. The old aristocratic families of the Wei Kingdom would not accept the new policies of the Yan Kingdom.
The Yan Emperor’s chariot came to a stop beneath the alabaster-high platform. Feng Yao quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and took Murong Yu’s hand from Xiao Rongyan, helping Murong Yu descend from the chariot.
Murong Yu was breathing rapidly, standing below the high steps, gazing at the majestic hall above and the countless steps, his vision began to blur again.
He was the Yan Emperor, representing the Yan Kingdom. If he could not ascend these steps, it would inevitably cause these surrendered ministers to doubt whether the Yan Kingdom could truly rule the Wei Kingdom.
Murong Yu’s back was soaked with sweat; had it not been for the heavy attire and armor today, everyone would have seen his embarrassing state.
He released Feng Yao’s hand...
"Master!"
"Father Emperor!"
Feng Yao and Murong Ping were deeply worried.
Murong Yu squinted up at the grand hall and, gripping the sword at his waist, held his breath and began to ascend the high steps.
Xiao Rongyan followed behind Murong Yu, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. He knew how difficult each step was for his brother.
The scorching sun made one dizzy; Murong Yu’s vision darkened, and his steps faltered...
Xiao Rongyan immediately stepped forward, supporting Murong Yu from behind, seemingly effortlessly climbing two steps before holding Murong Yu’s arm, exerting all his strength to support Murong Yu.
Even though Murong Yu’s dizziness was intense, as if the world was spinning, he knew he could not stop to rest.
If he stopped, he would never be able to move again!
He lifted his trembling leg, barely stepping on the jade steps without the strength to ascend; it was entirely Xiao Rongyan who gritted his teeth to help him up.
Murong Yu’s entire weight was on Xiao Rongyan; his strength was only enough to lift his legs. Without Xiao Rongyan’s assistance, he feared he wouldn’t be able to climb even a single step.
Feng Yao and Murong Ping followed closely beside Xiao Rongyan, knowing that Murong Yu could no longer hold on, but they dared not support Murong Yu from either side to avoid revealing any flaws to these newly surrendered Wei people.
"Directly support His Majesty into the hall; once His Majesty enters, immediately close the hall doors! Send for the Imperial Physician to enter from the side door!" Xiao Rongyan ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Feng Yao responded with sorrow.
"Deploy heavy troops to surround the residences of the old aristocratic families; kill any who try to forcibly enter or exit. Not even a bird can be let out!" Xiao Rongyan instructed Murong Ping again.
"Understood!" Murong Ping responded.
Feng Yao, the Yan Emperor’s personal eunuch, stepped forward and shouted, "Kneel!"
The Yan Emperor ascended the final step, Xiao Rongyan already sweating profusely...
"Long live His Majesty! Long live the Yan Kingdom!"
"Your eldest brother is mediocre, and you are valiant but not a great talent in governing the country! Your third brother excels in poetry and books, Ah Li is precocious but very young! Your Ninth Uncle aims to unify; his vision and strategy surpass yours by several measures. Only by entrusting the Yan Kingdom to your Ninth Uncle can I rest assured! Regardless of your eldest brother, you, your third brother, or Ah Li... all must wholeheartedly assist your Ninth Uncle! Help our Yan Kingdom... unify the world!" Murong Yu’s vision had completely gone dark, but he still clasped his son’s hand tightly.
Murong Ping glanced at Murong Yan, who wore a silver mask with tightly pursed lips, expression unreadable, choking, and nodded, "I know, Father! I... will surely assist Ninth Uncle!"
"Uncle Feng!"
"This old servant is here! This old servant is here! Master... this old servant is here!" Feng Yao knelt beside Murong Yu, responding with tears.
"Take the brush and ink, write the edict... the throne will be passed to the Ninth Prince Murong Yan!" Murong Yu swallowed the blood he wanted to spit out, his voice very weak, completely blocked by the blood in his throat, "After I’m gone, keep it secret, and only announce to the world after... the Wei Kingdom is defeated and the situation stabilizes."
Xiao Rongyan felt a coldness all over his body; he knew... his brother’s end was near.
Feng Yao personally drafted the edict, took the Yan Kingdom’s Jade Seal, and pressed it onto the document. Murong Yu asked Murong Ping to take out his private stamp soaked in blood from his chest and stamped it next to the Jade Seal.
"A Yan... brother is going to see mother now." Murong Yu’s eyes were already unfocused; he tightly grasped his brother’s arm, and his lips curled as if in relief, "The Yan Kingdom... unification depends on you..."
With his last words, Murong Yu finally closed his eyes, his hand slackened from Xiao Rongyan’s arm.
Inside the hall, there were suppressed, low sobs; no one dared to cry out loud.
The Yan Emperor just entered the Wei Kingdom’s capital and died; this provided a pretext for those Wei people already resentful and intending to rebel against Yan... claiming it was heaven’s will or an intent to follow heavenly destiny to resist Yan, which would cause endless trouble for the Yan Kingdom.
Feng Yao sobbed silently, trembling all over, holding the edict and Jade Seal high, respectfully bowing toward Murong Yan, "Little Master..."
Murong Ping took a deep breath, holding back his grief, looked at Murong Yan, whose emotions were completely hidden beneath the silver mask.
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