Everyone listened to Ming Zhaotian's abdication decree. Some lowered their heads, some watched, and others wept.
When one emperor left, his ministers went with him. Ming Zhaotian's abdication meant trouble not only for him, but also for the countless people who had followed him. There was nothing he could do about their fate.
"From this day forth, I pass the throne to King Mu, Ming Zhaoshu. Heaven's Mandate is upon him, and all of the Shenwu Empire shall accept him." As Ming Zhaotian's voice fell, some people in the palace knelt in unison. "We pay our respects to the Emperor!" "We pay our respects to the Emperor!"...
Ming Zhaoshu stepped forward and stood beside Ming Zhaotian, gazing down at the people below with excitement. His eyes swept across them as more and more people knelt and bowed. In the end, everyone except the outsiders knelt—even Ming Hao went down on one knee.
Outside the palace, countless voices rang out. "We pay our respects to the Emperor!"...
Ming Zhaoshu had waited for this moment for far too long. He was good at biding his time, but patience came at a price. The more fiercely and deeply he held himself back, the more violently he would erupt.
Even he could barely stop himself from throwing his head back and roaring. He had never expected things to go so smoothly. If Ming Zhaotian had refused to yield and fought to the death, even if Ming Zhaoshu had killed them all, he would have been trapped in a prolonged war. Now, he had the rightful claim.
From this day on, the Shenwu Continent belonged to him.
Lu Yin looked at Ming Zhaoshu. Was he excited? After waiting and holding back for so many years, he had even placed his own people among the four