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In the midst of the fervent preparations for the Northern Expedition, Su Zhe made an important decision—to formally hold his coronation ceremony.

A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

Everything he did as the regent prince—whether it was the great victory in the capital, the purge of powerful families, or the upcoming Northern Expedition—ultimately needed a legitimate imperial title to confirm its legitimacy.

He needed to announce to the world that the Great Qian Dynasty had turned a new page and a brand new era had arrived.

When the news came out, not a single person in the entire country objected.

Whether it was the civil and military officials in the imperial court, the common people in the capital, or even the prefects and generals in various places, they all considered this to be a matter of course.

Su Zhe proved he was qualified for that position with an undisputed, resounding victory and subsequent swift and decisive iron-fisted measures.

His prestige has long transcended the constraints of bloodline and legal lineage.

Preparations for the coronation ceremony encountered a minor "trouble".

Led by Wei An, officials from the Ministry of Rites brought a thick stack of procedures and classic texts, as big as a small mountain, and presented them to Su Zhe.

"Your Majesty," the Minister of Rites, a white-bearded old scholar, said tremblingly, "according to the rules passed down from our ancestors, the ascension of a new emperor is a grand ceremony of state, and cannot be taken lightly." He continued, "First, one must fast and bathe for three days to show reverence to Heaven. Then, one must personally go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices to the ancestors. Next, a grand ceremony to worship Heaven must be held to bestow divine mandate upon the monarch. After that, the imperial family must be appeased, the empress's palace bestowed titles, and a general amnesty granted..."

He went on and on about the complicated and tedious etiquette procedures, which made Su Zhe frown slightly.

Wei An, observing the situation, whispered, "Your Majesty, although the Minister of Rites' words are verbose, they are rules passed down through generations. Now that our Great Qian has just experienced a great war, the people yearn for stability. Following ancestral rules will help appease the people and demonstrate the legitimacy of our dynasty."

Su Zhe reached out and casually swept the mountain of memorials to the ground.

"Now is an extraordinary time, and extraordinary measures must be taken."

"All those formalities are hereby abolished! I have no time for such empty gestures. My throne was not obtained through worshipping heaven and ancestors, but through the lives of my soldiers and the blood of my enemies, fought and fought for with every single sword and spear!"

He stood up and glanced at the trembling officials from the Ministry of Rites.

"My coronation ceremony will consist of only three parts!"

"Firstly, it's a sacrifice to Heaven! Not to pray for divine protection, but to comfort the spirits of the tens of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country in the defense of Beijing!"

"Secondly, ancestral worship! It's not to boast of achievements, but to tell our ancestors that the great undertakings they failed to complete will be accomplished by me! Repelling the barbarians in the north and pacifying the southern coast, I will ensure that the banner of the Great Qian flies over every corner of this continent!"

"Thirdly, I will hold court! I will receive the homage of all my officials, and I will let the whole world see that a brand new and powerful Great Qian will rise in my hands!"

He wanted to use the simplest, most direct, and most powerful method to announce to the whole world that a bloody era belonging to Su Zhe had officially arrived!

On the day of the coronation ceremony.

As dawn broke, the Forbidden City and its surroundings were already packed with people.

Civil and military officials, dressed in brand-new court robes, stood solemnly in the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony according to their rank.

Further away, hundreds of thousands of Beijing residents, having heard the news, flocked to the city, crowding every street and alleyway, eagerly awaiting to witness this historic moment.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Three deep and powerful chimes rang out, breaking the tranquility of the morning.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Zhe, dressed in a black robe with gold patterns and twelve tassels, wearing a flat-topped crown, appeared on the steps of the palace, surrounded by a group of personal guards.

His steps were steady and powerful, each one in step with the pulse of history.

He walked along the long imperial road and ascended the high steps. Behind him were Chen Baipao, the commander of the Mo Dao team, and a group of imposing military generals. Further back were civil officials such as Wei An and Qian Kun.

But he did not go directly to the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power.

He stopped in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, turned around, and faced the sea of ​​civil and military officials in the square, and the endless stream of people in the capital in the distance.

He saw the undisguised reverence and fervor in the eyes of the generals, the fear and submission deep in the eyes of the civil officials, and the heartfelt enthusiasm and expectation on the faces of the people in the distance.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

It's unclear who was the first to kneel down and shout, but then a deafening roar erupted from every corner of the square, converging into a thunderous sound that soared into the sky.

Amidst the uproar, Su Zhe slowly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He didn't use any amplification tools; he simply poured his inner strength into his voice, allowing his words to clearly resonate throughout the entire square.

"I, Su Zhe, hereby rule the world from this day forward!"

"I hereby swear an oath!"

"As long as I reign, not an inch of land in the Great Qian Dynasty will be yielded!"

"All citizens of my Great Qian Dynasty who violate this law shall be punished!"

There are no empty words of benevolence and morality, no hypocritical words of humility, only overwhelming domineering aura!

This is not like a new emperor's declaration of ascension to the throne, but more like a war proclamation issued by an unparalleled overlord to the whole world!

Everyone was awestruck by this domineering aura. They prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly with excitement and awe.

They knew that from this day forward, the world of Daqian had changed.

From a bullied and useless prince to a truly ruthless emperor who reigns supreme and whose words carry the weight of the law, Su Zhe has finally completed his ultimate transformation in identity.

He sat on the dragon throne not because his surname was Su, nor because of any so-called bloodline inheritance, but because of the illustrious military achievements he had earned with his own sword and spear, and because of his unparalleled prestige.

He looked down upon the vast land below and the kneeling civil and military officials, truly deserving of the title!

Amidst the worship of the masses, Su Zhe finally turned around slowly and strode to the long-empty dragon throne.

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, he turned and sat down.

He gripped the handrails carved with nine dragons, leaned forward, and gazed down at the kneeling masses below.

His gaze pierced through the dome of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking towards the distant northern grasslands, towards the vast southern marshes, and towards an even wider, unknown world.

After ascending the throne, this was the first real morning court session.

The first thing Su Zhe had to do was to formally issue the edict for the Northern Expedition, defining the upcoming war as a national war.

Just as he picked up the imperial brush, preparing to affix his seal to the edict, a long-lost, golden-glowing notification appeared in his mind.

[Congratulations, host, on ascending the throne and achieving the milestone of "Ruling the World"!]

[System module upgrade... The "National Fortune" module is now unlocked!]

[Current national fortune level: Everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt.]

[Note: A nation's destiny is related to multiple factors, including its overall strength, territory, public support, and prestige. Increasing the nation's destiny level will grant special rewards and unlock higher privileges.]