Li Qinglin ascended the throne.
A king who could not even be bothered to deal with the Western Wasteland invasion, leaving it to his son instead—one could well imagine how weak his control over the army had become. Li Qinglin had not even needed to coerce him. He had merely temporarily taken control of the palace to prevent any accidents after something happened to him. That alone was enough for the king to sensibly announce his abdication.
While Li Qinglin was still throwing a tantrum at home, the edict had already spread throughout the city.
No matter how little the king cared for state affairs, he was still a standard politician. He knew that if he did not take the initiative, he might not even be able to keep his life. By acting of his own accord, he could instead become a carefree retired emperor and continue cultivating his Dao.
Of course, he did not know that he had only a few days left to live anyway.
The king's voluntary abdication did make Li Qinglin's claim far more legitimate, avoiding much of the undercurrent and unrest that might otherwise have arisen. Amid the capital's cries of slaughter as it searched for "the remnants of Dong Huazi, the demonic Daoist of the Western Wasteland," Li Qinglin formally ascended the throne.
Qin Yi sat in his room cultivating and did not join in the grand occasion.
Li Qinglin's immediate ascension meant that he truly would not give up the throne.
Qin Yi felt conflicted about it. The best path for Li Qinglin's current condition was truly to relinquish the throne and seek immortality, but while that path was good for Li Qinglin, it was not so good for Li Qingjun. She would have to remain trapped in the Golden Hall, becoming a