Chapter 1919: Chapter 1919
Luo Linhao was startled, but he no longer resisted.
The Emperor saw that he had stepped aside, and then noticed that none of the ministers stood up to oppose, suddenly feeling utterly bewildered.
"Haha, are you surprised?" Prince Le could naturally understand the Emperor’s astonishment and disbelief.
"With someone like you as Emperor, which minister would still dare to marry a beautiful wife in the future?"
That one sentence hit straight to the concerns and worries of everyone present.
"You are all traitorous ministers, you are all traitorous ministers!"
At this moment the Emperor seemed about to lose his mind, "Baili Han, you are a disgrace! You poisoned your own father, you used poison to control him, that imperial edict was all fake, fake! Fancy Red Pavilion is yours, the strange illness in Shandong was also caused by your poison, all these evil deeds were done by you. How can someone who disregards the lives of the people be Emperor?"
No matter how he shouted, he was still taken away!
Only then did Prince Le turn to look at the people atop the grand hall.
The Lord Prime Minister, long shocked speechless by various events, now had his mind racing at high speed, taking the first step forward, he rushed over to kneel, saying, "I respectfully request the new Emperor to ascend the throne!"
"I respectfully request the new Emperor to ascend the throne!" Those able to discuss matters in the Golden Throne Hall were not fools; in an instant many were kneeling, requesting Prince Le to ascend the throne.
But Prince Zhuang and others along with the Zhou Defensing Faction remained standing unmoved.
If it weren’t for the Emperor’s rant, the original Zhou Defensing Faction would have been unlikely to stand up and question.
After all, hearing what Prince Le said about those matters, they were extremely disappointed at the Emperor’s character.
Add to this Prince Le’s formidable military power, it wouldn’t be wise for them to come forward and seek death.
But now it was different, as those of the Zhou Defensing Faction made it their duty to protect Great Zhou; regardless of who was Emperor, or what surname held the throne, their loyalty was to Great Zhou’s people.
The matters of Fancy Red Pavilion they naturally heard of, and they also knew about the strange illness in Shandong. If the facts were as the Emperor claimed, they could not support a person who disregarded the lives of the people as Emperor.
"Dare I ask Prince Le, are the matters mentioned by the Emperor true?"
"Of course!" Prince Le admitted it, openly and squarely, "I did it all, so what?"
"You! Prince Le, with such ruthlessness, how do you face the ancestors of the Imperial Family of Baili?"
"Old man, are you questioning me?" Prince Le casually glanced at an old prince among them and, without waiting for an answer, drew a sword from one of his black-clothed men and swiftly stabbed it in, "Do you have the right to question me?"
"Absurd, absurd, Heaven must be forsaking Great Zhou! Boo hoo..." The Imperial Censor burst into tears. He never imagined the Emperor had such poor character, while this one clearly killed indiscriminately. How could such a person be Emperor?
With someone as Emperor, Great Zhou’s people would surely live in calamity and chaos.
"Nonsense!" Prince Le was displeased, "Lock him up in prison for me."
"And these people, lock them all up in prison, not a single one left!" He pointed, and Ye Zi’an, Prince Zhuang, State Duke Tong, along with those Imperial Censors and others, were all taken to prison.
At this moment, neither Ye Zi’an nor Baili Yan resisted. It was clear manpower was insufficient here; resisting meant marching to death. Although they had the Imperial Army, the force at West Mountain camp was several times that of the Imperial Army.
Besides these black-clothed men, they couldn’t fight their way out; moreover, their families were still back at the mansion, likely surrounded by this time.
And they were not wrong in their thinking; outside the gates of Prince Zhuang’s Mansion and Prince An’s Mansion were soldiers.