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Chapter 397 Riding Xu Qi'an's Beloved Little Mare (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

Huaiqing's breath hitched slightly as he felt an unprecedented emotion instantly fill his heart.

Joy, happiness, or perhaps the trepidation and excitement of possibly becoming emperor.

It seems to be both, but it isn't either.

Suddenly, she met Wu Xian's gaze and sensed an indescribable meaning in it.

It's a feeling of trust and being recognized.

So that's how he's always seen me.

As he thought this, Huaiqing's vision gradually blurred, and his eyes seemed to well up with tears.

"Absurd! How can a woman be an empress!"

Just then, seemingly realizing what Wu Xian had said in his last question, one of the cabinet ministers instinctively spoke up in rebuttal.

Who says a woman can't be an empress?

However, before Wu Xian could speak, Wei Yuan retorted first:
"This has been the case since ancient times, with the Great Sun Empress setting a precedent for all ages!"

Dayang was a dynasty that existed two thousand years ago.

According to historical records, during one period, the dynasty's power weakened, and various feudal lords rebelled, even capturing the capital of Dayang and massacring members of the royal family, wiping out almost all the men.

At that time, a princess of Dayang had an exceptional talent in martial arts. Later, during a rebellion in which her father, brothers, and almost all the male members of her clan were slaughtered, she resolutely stood up.

She rallied an army and, with her formidable strength as a second-rank Dao cultivator, quelled rebellions across the land. After many years, she finally brought an end to the chaos among the feudal lords.

Finally, she ascended the throne and became empress, which brought about a revival of the Yang dynasty and made her the first female emperor in the history of the Central Plains.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wei Yuan mention the Empress of the Great Yang, the minister who had objected fell silent, but still protested, "How can they be the same? The Empress of the Great Yang was a second-rank martial artist..."

"I am also a second-rank official."

Wei Yuan said calmly, while looking at Wu Xian: "Mu Zhi's strength is even greater than mine, and don't forget that there will be super-grade powerhouses who intend to destroy the Nine Provinces in the future. Whether the emperor is strong or not is not important. What we need is a leader with a firm enough stance so that we can gather the fortune for the Great Feng and resist powerful enemies."

"Lord Wei is right."

Wu Xian smiled slightly, then said in a meaningful tone:

"Furthermore, to become a Martial God, one needs a sufficiently large amount of Qi as a foundation. The only way to share the fortune of the Great Feng Dynasty without becoming the emperor is to cultivate with the emperor. Therefore, only Huaiqing meets this condition."

Dual cultivation...?!

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, their gazes shifting between Huaiqing and Wu Xian, their expressions gradually becoming strange.

Especially the male members of the royal family, such as the crown prince, never expected that one day, their proud manhood would become the biggest obstacle to their struggle for the throne.

How infuriating! Why isn't Wu Xian a woman?!
"Um, Your Excellency, I wonder if there's any way for men to cultivate together in this world..."

Suddenly, a member of the royal family's eyes lit up, and he asked Luo Yuheng curiously.

Before he could finish speaking, a sparkling halo suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and then, with a scream of weightlessness and falling, he disappeared from the main hall.

Wu Xian was speechless, then glared fiercely at the crowd looking over, the warning meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

As for Huaiqing, upon hearing the term "dual cultivation," his cool and refined face gradually turned red, as if he were thinking of some indescribable things.

Incidentally, Luo Yuheng, who had just been asked a question, also seemed to be deep in thought.

Male-male dual cultivation is indeed a bit disgusting, but female-female... doesn't seem so bad!
"Cough cough!"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Shou coughed and then, meeting everyone's gaze, said:
"I support Huaiqing's ascension to the throne, but although there are precedents for a woman to become emperor, the idea of ​​male superiority and female inferiority is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Not to mention court officials, even the common people may not be able to accept it easily. This matter may need to be dealt with slowly."

Wei Yuan nodded upon hearing this, clearly agreeing with Zhao Shou's point of view. "Dean, you're overthinking it."

Wu Xian smiled and said, "I have just killed many corrupt officials on the execution ground. The court is in a vulnerable position at this time, so it is a good opportunity for the great scholars of Yunlu Academy to fill the gap. I believe that with your knowledge, you will not be troubled by this matter."

"As for the common people... it may sound harsh, but most of them are easy to fool. As long as you give them enough benefits and hope, such as a three-year amnesty or tax exemption, they probably won't object and might even applaud it."

"Of course, to ensure everything goes perfectly, I will also create some auspicious omens, and you will know about them then."

After saying that, Wu Xian looked at everyone again and repeated what he had said before.

"I intend to elect Huaiqing as the new emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan stepped forward and knelt down to greet Huai Qing.

"Your subject Wei Yuan pays respects to the new emperor. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years! Ten thousand years! Ten thousand years!"

Seeing this, Wang Zhenwen sighed slightly, then stepped forward and shouted.

"Your subject, Wang Zhenwen, pays respects to the new emperor. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years! Ten thousand years! Ten thousand years!"

With these two leading the way, the cabinet ministers, the imperial family of Dafeng, and even the princes who were dissatisfied all bowed their heads and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Looking around, in the entire Golden Palace, apart from Luo Yuheng, who was sitting motionless on the table, there were only two other figures still standing.

Turning his head to look at Huaiqing, who seemed somewhat dazed, Wu Xian smiled slightly and asked:

"Your Highness, I have done everything I can, but I don't know if you are confident that you can take on this important national responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Huaiqing took a deep breath, his chest, which was even more magnificent than those of Lü Qing and Luo Yuheng, heaving up and down. Then, a melodious, clear, and firm female voice said:
"I dare not ask, for it is indeed my wish!"

……

An hour later, after discussing all the details of Huaiqing's ascension to the throne, Wu Xian left the palace and rode the little mare he had borrowed from the Xu family, which was Xu Qi'an's beloved little mare in the original work, along the quiet, deserted streets.

Ascending the throne and becoming emperor is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Currently, only a small group of people at the very top of the court have reached a consensus. Next, the cabinet will quietly pass on this news.

It is conceivable that the capital will soon enter a period of chaos, and the major powers will need to be reshuffled.

Won over those who can be won over, eliminate those who cannot, and of course, compromise where necessary and make certain concessions.

He didn't need to worry about these things; Wu Xian trusted that Huaiqing would handle it.

After all, she is not fighting alone. Not to mention that Duke Wei and Yunlu Academy will do their best to help her, even the Grand Secretary Wang Zhenwen will do his best to ensure the stability of the court and help her sit on the throne.

As for Wu Xian... he has more important things to do now.

"Da da da--"

And so, Wu Xian rode Xu Qi'an's beloved little mare through the streets of the capital, and after a while, they arrived at a magnificent mansion.

There are two white marble lions in front of the gate, the central gate is two zhang tall, the golden door studs are arranged in an orderly manner, and the door knockers are larger than those of ordinary princes and nobles, indicating the noble status of the mansion owner.

My gaze shifted slightly upwards, and there were the three characters "Huaiwang Mansion" clearly written on the plaque.

Looking at these three words, Wu Xian suddenly recalled that fleeting glance from several years ago, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a smile:

"It's time to meet this most beautiful woman in the Great Feng Dynasty."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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