There was a tradition in this world of a father dying and a son succeeding him, and there were also special cases of an older brother dying and a younger brother following him, but while the old man was still alive, the son ascended the throne. Since when had such logic ever existed in this world?
Zhu Di opened his mouth and desperately wanted to lodge a protest, but... that sense of submission flowing in his blood made it utterly impossible for him to voice any doubt toward the Five Emperors. With no other choice, he could only grit his teeth, grit his teeth, and grit his teeth once more, finally letting out a heavy sigh: "Sigh!"
He cursed that peach-picking bastard of a son countless times in his heart.
At the same time, Zhu Gaochi looked at the imperial robe worn upon his body, felt the Twelve-Strand Ceremonial Crown resting upon his head, and felt his mouth grow somewhat parched. Gazing at the Five Emperors before him, he said: "Are you honored ones truly..."
Very well, halfway through this question, Zhu Gaochi automatically closed his mouth.
That sensation within his blood made him, a person who had never laid eyes on the true forms of the Five Emperors, certain that the five individuals before him were the ancient, great co-rulers whom the Human Race had revered for countless years, the five holy lords and enlightened monarchs who had led the Human Race to rise.
However, the Five Emperors were supporting him as emperor-was this truly right? He felt somewhat afraid, fearing that he was unequal to the task and could not make a good emperor. Thinking this, he said to the Five Emperors: "Your Majesties, I... I am of shallow talent and meager learning, and I fear I cannot..."