Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 258 I am the Son of Heaven, and my life span is as long as the heaven!
Everyone entered the Qitian Hall, but Zhao Qi'an was stopped.

"My Lord, please stay here."

The one who stopped him was an official from the Ministry of Rites. He looked apologetic, but he stood in front of Zhao Qi'an and refused to budge. "It's not that I'm embarrassed, but officials from the Ministry of Rites are not allowed to enter here. Only the Dukes can go in."

Ji Liyuan said, "My dear nephew, please stay here. It's cool here and you can see the ceremony clearly."

"Yes."

Zhao Qi'an had no objection and nodded in agreement.

He watched Ji Liyuan lead his men in, and then the official from the Ministry of Rites found a stool for him from somewhere and placed it in front of him: "Prince Consort, please sit down first. But when the ceremony starts, remember to stand, otherwise it will be troublesome if the censors see you."

"Thank you. I can stand for a while."

"Then please do as you please, my Lord. I have other matters to attend to."

The two men bowed to each other and then the official from the Ministry of Rites left on his own.

Zhao Qi'an stood on the corridor of the Qitian Hall, silently observing the palace in front of him.

The Hall of Prayer for Heaven is different from ordinary halls in the palace. It is built very much like a Taoist temple and is divided into two halls, front and back. At the moment, he is in the main hall of the Hall of Prayer for Heaven, where the emperor's ceremonial guards are enshrined. The back hall is where the tablets of the emperors of the Daqian dynasties are located.

Zhao Qi'an stood quietly in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, like a sculpture.

He stood there until the sky began to brighten, and the first rays of morning sunlight shone on his face.

"Boom~"

Inside the Hall of Prayer, a dull bell rang out.

Zhao Qi'an's gaze was not towards the hall behind him, but towards the front.

Not far away, a huge group of people came from the direction of the imperial palace.

Several sturdy eunuchs in the lead were carrying a sedan chair, which was covered with a curtain so that the inside could not be seen clearly.

Behind the sedan chair, several princes lined up and followed on foot.

After the princes came the beauties in the palace, headed by the empress, followed by Concubine Zhen and Concubine Zhou, and then the other concubines.

Behind the palace concubines were the civil and military officials. The left prime minister, Wu Yong, wore a fur crown with seven tassels, his clothes were embroidered with five-chapter patterns, and he wore a gold-decorated sword, which showed his extraordinary demeanor.

This momentum can truly be described as massive.

Zhao Qi'an frowned slightly because he noticed that one of the princes was missing.

The missing person was none other than his elder uncle, Ji Qingkong!
Ji Qingkong didn’t come?
He noticed that Concubine Zhen was obviously absent-minded. She looked back in the direction of the palace from time to time, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

From this we can know that Ji Qingkong did not come to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony, and even Concubine Zhen was probably unaware of it.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong and couldn't help but glance towards the palace.

At this time, an official from the Ministry of Rites came hurriedly and said, "Sir, please follow us first. His Majesty will pass by this side soon."

"Oh."

Zhao Qi'an then withdrew his gaze, responded, and followed the official down the stairs, blending into the team of the Ministry of Rites.

As the Emperor Tianwu's team arrived in front of the Qitian Hall, a eunuch walked out of the team quickly and shouted loudly: "Play music!"

The musicians had already made preparations, and at the command, they started playing the sacrificial music.

Amid the sound of heavy and solemn ritual music, the door of the Hall of Prayer Heaven slowly opened.

The leading Duke of England changed out of his duke robe and put on the sacrificial robe from the ancient times. He walked out with a solemn face, holding a golden bowl with a green willow branch stuck in it.

Behind him, the royal family members walked out slowly, holding various sacrificial utensils, to greet Emperor Tianwu's team.

There are a wide variety of offerings and sacrifices, numbering at least hundreds.

However, when Emperor Tianwu's team arrived in front of the Qitian Hall, a small incident occurred.

Emperor Tianwu did not get off the chariot!
Zhao Qi'an could only hear the officials from the Ministry of Rites whispering to each other:

"Why doesn't your majesty get off the chariot?"

"Are you going to ride in a sedan chair into the palace? This... today we are meeting our ancestors, how can we be so disrespectful?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Not only the officials of the Ministry of Rites were discussing this, but even the officials at the back of the team began to discuss this. Only the left prime minister Wu Yong, who was standing at the front of the officials, still had a calm face, lowered his head, looked at his nose, and looked at his heart, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Apart from him, the four princes closest to the chariot also had indifferent expressions, as if they had expected it.

Just as the discussion was getting more and more intense, the Fifth Marquis Qiansui walked out of the ranks and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty has been in poor health recently and cannot stand the wind. I have ordered you to ride in the sedan chair into the palace!"

For a time, the controversy became even greater.

An official came forward and pleaded with Emperor Tianwu to get off his chariot and enter the palace.

But there was no movement in the chariot, and no one paid any attention to it.

wrong!

Zhao Qian'an raised his head and looked at the chariot. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick gauze curtain and see inside.

The chariot was empty, there was no sign of Emperor Tianwu!
Your Majesty...didn't come at all!

Zhao Qi'an had already anticipated that something was wrong because he did not see the imperial teacher accompanying him.

If Emperor Tianwu comes here in person, there is no reason for the Imperial Master not to come.

Even if the others were too far away to see whether there was anyone in the chariot, there was no reason why the four princes closest to it could not see it.

In other words, many people actually knew that Emperor Wu did not come tomorrow.

The sacrificial music continued, and the ancestral hall would certainly not stop at this point.

In the end, the chariot could only be carried into the temple and the ceremony could continue.

……

At the same time, in the palace.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was in a mess.

Emperor Tianwu sat in this palace that was almost in ruins, breathing heavily and looking around with confusion in his eyes.

The fat on his body was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin had become translucent and one could almost see the blood vessels beneath the skin.

"How long have I been absent-minded?"

"Three breaths."

The voice of National Master Shui Yuexian sounded, floating in from mid-air.

Although she still looked as ethereal as ever, the hem of her usually clean skirt was half ruined, and her strangely twisted arms were returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of Emperor Tianwu: "Why didn't you discuss with me about eating the mad god in the Demon Suppression Tower?"

Although the sound was calm, a dull sound like thunder was heard in the surrounding air, and electric arcs kept jumping in the space.

Emperor Tianwu grinned and said, "I have completely digested it!"

"The aura of Lingyuan Heavenly Dao Wheel on you is already very strong."

"Look, my injuries have healed."

Shuiyuexian refused to speak and expressed her dissatisfaction through silence.

Emperor Tianwu laughed at himself and said, "It doesn't really matter. I can't even last until I go crazy."

Shui Yuexian said in an extremely firm tone: "You will become a true immortal!"

"I think so too."

Emperor Tianwu nodded in agreement: "However, I can become a true immortal and control the wheel of heaven, so this little impact is nothing and can be solved in a few minutes. You see, the problem has been solved, and you have no reason to be angry."

Shuiyuexian fell silent again, but this time she seemed to be choked by Emperor Tianwu's words and couldn't say anything back.

She slowly walked up to Emperor Tianwu, raised her hand and punched him on his fat belly.

The flesh on her belly piled up on the ground. Her punch didn't seem to have much power, and it just made the area bounce.
"Don't die before me."

Emperor Tianwu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am the Son of Heaven, and my life span is as long as the heaven. I will be the emperor for thousands of years, how can I die so easily?"

(End of this chapter)