Xu Cheng'an sat on the Dragon Throne, quietly listening to everyone's complaints. He gathered the memorials into a neat stack and said only, "I understand."
After that, he said nothing more.
He still refused to choose a consort or appoint an empress. The vast imperial harem remained empty, with scarcely any palace maids to attend him personally.
Rumors gradually spread. Some privately speculated that he suffered from a hidden ailment, while others spoke insolently, making up all sorts of stories about his preferences.
The gossip eventually reached Xu Cheng'an. He was angered, but never came forward to defend himself. It was only during one morning court session, before all the civil and military officials, that he calmly spoke his mind.
"I have no intention of marrying in this life, nor will I leave behind any children." His voice wasn't especially loud, but every person in the hall heard him clearly. "I have ruled for twenty-one years, and my actions have been worthy of all the people under heaven. I owe no one an heir."
The hall fell utterly silent.
"As for the succession, I have already made arrangements." He leaned back slightly in his chair, tapping his fingertips against the armrest. His tone was as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters. "When the day comes that I ascend to the Divine Realm, we will hold a nationwide selection of talent and choose a worthy, capable person to govern the realm."
His words once again set the officials into an uproar.
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely unacceptable!"
"The succession to the throne is a matter of the utmost importance! How can it be decided so carelessly?"
"This is a rule laid down by our ancestors! We beg Your Majesty to reconsider!"
Only after everyone had finished shouting did