Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

When Patriarch Lieyang finished reading the decree, the entire Chaoyang Palace went wild.

The ministers were talking about it, and the princes and lords were all livid, obviously unable to accept that Chu Jinghong would choose a dead man to succeed the throne.

The Sixth Prince couldn't help it first, and said directly: "Ancestor, are you sure you didn't read it wrong? Did the Holy Ancestor really let Uncle Qing succeed to the throne?"

"Do you think I read it wrong?" Patriarch Lieyang had no expression.

"But..."

The Sixth Prince swallowed his saliva, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "But Uncle Qing has passed away, how can a dead man succeed to the throne?"

"Yes, letting a dead man succeed to the throne, isn't this a joke?"

"The Holy Ancestor would never be so confused, could this decree..."

"Don't talk nonsense, how could the Ancestor falsely convey the decree, maybe... maybe the Ancestor got the wrong decree?"

Everyone talked about it, occasionally saying some disrespectful words, and I don't know if they were deliberately testing?

But at this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from outside the hall: "Hahahaha, Lao Liu, what you said is wrong. The emperor's uncle is alive and well, how could he die?"

"What?"

Everyone turned around in shock.

A round ball came from outside the hall. It was the one who should have died long ago in everyone's eyes... Prince Qing!

"How is it possible? At the execution ground, we clearly saw Prince Qing being captured by Wanyu Taoist. How could he still be alive?"

"Yes, when Prince Qing was captured, he was only half dead, and was handed over to Yun Zhongyi and his daughter by Wanyu Taoist. Didn't the father and daughter kill him?"

"What a joke, Prince Qing killed Zhao Xinlan. Yun Zhongyi and his daughter hated him to the bone. How could they let him go?"

At this time, Prince Qing had walked into the hall and came to the front of everyone.

He glanced at everyone and smiled lightly: "Everyone, don't guess randomly. What Wanyu Taoist captured was just my clone."

Clone?

Everyone was stunned and didn't believe it.

Everyone knew that this rotten prince had a very poor talent for cultivation and was even more pitifully weak.

What kind of person is Wanyu Daoren? He is the most powerful person in the Southern Region today. How can anyone cheat him by making a clone?

"Why, you don't believe it?"

A playful smile appeared on the corner of King Qing's mouth.

Suddenly, his eyes condensed slightly, and a terrifying aura suddenly surged out, covering the entire Chaoyang Palace.

Under the pressure of this aura, all the ministers and princes at the scene were shocked.

Even many people were injured by this aura because of the huge gap in strength, and their faces turned pale.

"Saint... Saint?"

"Impossible, how could he, a notorious rotten prince, have the strength of a saint?"

"Damn it, why do I feel that King Qing's strength is stronger than that of the old ancestor Lieyang? Is it my illusion?"

The hall was once again filled with discussions.

Everyone looked at King Qing in shock, with an incredible look on their face.

They felt that it was more unbelievable than the sun rising from the west that the rotten mud prince actually had the cultivation of the saint realm.

This... is simply a ghost!

This rotten mud prince is hiding so deeply!

King Qing glanced at everyone: "I know that almost everyone in the court and the country is secretly scolding me as a piece of rotten mud that can't be helped."

Everyone's eyes dodged. Indeed, almost everyone said this behind their backs.

"Haha, there's no need to be nervous. I won't blame you. After all, this is the effect I want."

King Qing stood with his hands behind his back.

His figure, which usually looked a little funny, now looked particularly solemn.

He said calmly: "Although my mother is not like Prince Jing's mother, she is just a lowly maid, but her family's power is not that great, far less than my brother's."

"So I knew from a young age that I had no chance of becoming the emperor, and even if I performed too well, I might be killed."

"So I have been deliberately hiding myself all along, making everyone think that I am just a useless prince, so naturally no one will guard against me."

"After all, risking the infamy of killing brothers and killing a member of the royal family who poses no threat to oneself, no one would do this as long as the emperor has a little brain."

"But even so, my life is still in the hands of others, and I am unwilling to be like this forever."

"So for thousands of years, I have been practicing hard in secret. Fortunately, my talent for practice is good, even higher than that of Prince Jing, and In his early years, he also obtained a top-notch technique. "

"Everyone thinks that Prince Jing is the first among our brothers to break through to the sage level, but they don't know that I broke through earlier than him."

Speaking of this, Prince Qing showed a hint of sarcasm on his face: "The Wanyu Taoist has a high level of cultivation, but so what?"

"He doesn't know that my technique is special, and it is difficult to distinguish the true and false clones I have refined. Let alone the immortal realm, even if a master of the calamity realm comes, if he doesn't check carefully, he can't see through my clones at all."

"Wanyu Taoist thought that I had been killed by Yun Zhongyi and his daughter, but he didn't know that I used him to hide myself perfectly."

"During this period of time, I have been secretly planning to get the approval of the Saint Ancestor with my own ability, and now I have finally succeeded."

He took the decree from the hands of the Lieyang Patriarch: "Now that the Saint Ancestor has canonized me as the Son of Heaven, who among you objects?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. No one expected that this rotten prince in everyone's eyes would hide so deeply.

With this person's scheming and means, even if the late emperor was not assassinated, he would eventually take the throne, right?

Wait... No!

The late emperor was poisoned to death by his personal eunuch, and everyone has always believed that there was a mastermind behind the murderer.

But now that I think about it, Prince Qing hid so deeply, could it be that he was the mastermind back then?

For a while, many people looked at Prince Qing with deep fear.

It's a pity that the incident was done too cleanly back then. Now everyone has no way to prove whether the mastermind of the assassination of the late emperor was Prince Qing?

The Sixth Prince was unwilling to give up, and looked at the Shangshu Zuocheng Lin Zhun without leaving a trace.

Lin Zhun has always supported him, so he hopes that the other party can stand up and oppose Prince Qing's enthronement as emperor.

Seeing his eyes, Lin Zhun hesitated for a moment, and then stood out from the crowd.

The Sixth Prince was delighted to see this, it seems that Lin Zhun is really loyal to him.

"Very good, it is obvious that most people in Chaoyang Palace are against the enthronement of Prince Qing, but they are afraid to speak out because of their concerns."

"Now as long as Lin Zhun stands up and speaks first, it is equivalent to making a gap in everyone's hearts, and more people will definitely come out to oppose it next."

"As long as there are enough people who oppose, even with the will of the Holy Ancestor, Prince Qing will not be able to easily succeed the emperor."

The Sixth Prince was satisfied with his plan.

As for whether Lin Zhun would anger the Lieyang Ancestor and behead Prince Qing if he stood up and opposed first at this time, he didn't care.

For him, subordinates are used.

As long as it can delay Prince Qing's succession to the throne, it is still worth sacrificing a subordinate of the fourth rank.

At this time, Lin Zhun spoke: "Your servant, Lin Zhun, the left chancellor of the Shangshu, kowtows to my emperor, whose divine power is mighty and immortality will last forever!"

Kowtow... to my emperor?

The Sixth Prince turned around suddenly and stared at Lin Zhun in disbelief!

How could he...dare?