Yinshan Record

Chapter 510 The Ming Dynasty's Statutes: Outside the Taiji Hall
A better Yuwen Rui?

The emperor gazed at the neon lights in the distance.

The magnificent rainbow light was slowly dissipating, as was the lingering Vermilion Bird star energy above the Jiankang Palace. The deathly intent emanating from the Seven Mansions of the Vermilion Bird was gradually fading away, just as solid ice melted under the blazing sun.

All of this points to one thing.

That person came in.

"It seems that nothing of it matters anymore."

The emperor looked at Su Che: "The struggle between you and me today..."

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

Su Che flicked his wrist, and the sword light flashed across the emperor's head.

The chilling sword intent instilled a sense of fear in the otherwise confident emperor.

He really wants me dead.

How dare he? How could he?
Swords flashed, and the emperor looked up to see his hair in disarray.

Su Che's sword cut off the white hair on his head, cutting it off completely close to his scalp.

“Even if you are the emperor, you will still be punished.” Su San Gongzi’s voice was extremely cold: “And while you are being subjected to this punishment of shaving your head, we will have a long time to get to know each other and visit each other often.”

The emperor reached out and touched his bald scalp, his face contorted with rage.

The punishment of shaving one's head.

This form of punishment existed as an alternative to castration before the Middle Ages.

Before the Middle Ages, if a member of the royal family committed a crime punishable by castration, the punishment of shaving their head would be substituted for castration.

Su San's meaning was quite obvious.

"I am the Emperor, and you... you..."

"I work at sunrise and rest at sunset, I dig a well to drink from, and I till the fields to eat from. What virtue has the Emperor bestowed upon me?"

Su Che removed the protection from the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden, slowly walked to the emperor, and gently patted his face.

"The world would be better off without you."

"you?"

The emperor knelt on the ground, his body bowed. He looked up and saw that half of Su Che's body was surrounded by sunlight, and his movements were like those of a god.

“That’s right, I will create an era without emperors.” Su Che smiled slightly. “In the world of the Five Emperors, there is no need for people like you.”

The palace crumbled, the emperor lost his hair, and Su Che raised his head and laughed heartily.

Su Gui arrived as quickly as a gentle breeze.

He was dressed in white, and his appearance was somewhat similar to a reflection of the emperor before him.

Old Su frowned slightly. He didn't look at the emperor kneeling on the ground, but instead asked Su Che, who was not far away.

"came back?"

Su Che nodded slowly.

"It's good to be back."

Su Gui had a handsome face, and one could vaguely see his dashing appearance in his youth. His eyebrows and eyes bore a three or four-point resemblance to Su Che.

There was no trace of energy flowing around him, yet he stood there as if he had merged into this world.

"Today is a big day."

Old Su stepped forward and gently patted Su Che on the shoulder.

"Out with the old, in with the new. Good child, look at this land and its rivers and mountains."

Inside the palace, horns could be heard everywhere, and war drums thundered from all directions. Su Che could even clearly hear the sound of horses' hooves hitting the imperial road.

Knights clad in black armor filed in from a distance, their faces bearing menacing iron masks. The lead knight reined in his horse not far from the two men.

Feng won't do.

The fifth-rank martial artist, who had once taught Su Che sword techniques, bowed respectfully to the person in front of him.

"Reporting to Lord Su, the Northern Imperial Guards have secured all the palace gates, and Commander Wei's army has entered the city. I wonder if Lord Su..."

No one looked at the emperor on the other side, whose head had been shaved, as if he were already dead.

"An earthquake struck the palace, causing the Chenhan Hall to collapse, and His Majesty was frightened."

Su Gui gently shook his clothes: "No, you must take good care of His Majesty." "Yes, Lord Su."

"His Majesty is frightened and unable to handle state affairs. However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Let us go to the Taiji Hall."

Taiji Hall was the true main hall in the palace city, built in imitation of the Luoyang Palace City of that time. However, because the emperor built Chenhan Hall instead, this main hall was somewhat abandoned.

As he spoke, Old Su took Su Che's forearm and they walked south together.

There were no guards or attendants around. In the present world, few people could truly pose a threat to this Lord Su.

Old Su's body was seven feet in circumference, which was Su Che's safest range.

The two were almost neck and neck, with no clear winner.

The majestic Taiji Hall was almost right in front of him, and with Su Che's eyesight, he could already see the officials in court attire in front of the hall.

The preparations are truly thorough; it seems the formalities can be completed on the same day after the coup.

Su Che suddenly felt like laughing.

The emperor once thought he was on high pedestal over Chen Han, but now it seems that his power is nothing but an illusion, like a mirage.

"Would you be interested in becoming emperor?"

Old Su suddenly asked a question.

Su Che shook his head.

"Commanding the world, holding life and death in our hands." Old Su's voice came from the side: "After a few years of diligent governance, we will launch a northern expedition. Once we unify the world, we will have achieved great success, and then we can abdicate and pass it on to our sons and grandsons. It will be a very pleasant thing."

"To become an immortal."

Su Che never imagined that his first meeting with Su Gui would involve such a conversation.

"Is there a conflict? Many emperors in the Middle Ages also attained immortality. Once you achieve immortality, you can leave the throne to your descendants."

The court officials, dressed in their formal court attire, could already be seen on both sides. The civil officials wore black court robes, while the military officials wore nearly crimson ones. They stood on either side, neatly arranged in front of the Taiji Palace, each with their eyes downcast and seemingly oblivious to the fact that today's court assembly was not of any importance.

"Let's talk about it later. Uncle, won't you consider it?"

In terms of seniority, Old Su is the great-uncle of the three Su brothers.

"Me? I want to become an immortal too."

Old Su smiled as he spoke and gently patted Su Che's shoulder.

"Come, follow me to the palace."

Su Gui walked slowly forward, with Su Che following behind.

It seemed as if someone had given a silent command, and all the civil and military officials on the left and right bowed in salute.

Neatly arranged, even the leaders of the Wang and Xie families lowered their heads.

It seems as if the one being crowned today is not the Crown Prince, but Old Su.

"It's finally ripe for the harvest."

A figure clad in armor emerged from the hall. He was quite tall, with a snow-white beard.

Wei Huaiwen stroked the long sword in his hand with one hand, squinting as he looked at Su Che on the other side.

"Of course, but there are still occasional setbacks."

As he spoke, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Third brother, long time no see, you've done a great job."

Squeak.

The palace gates of Taiji Hall slowly opened, and eunuchs emerged from inside.

"Ascend the throne..."

"Ascend the throne..."

The shouts rang out from the Taiji Hall and carried further afield.

The Black Cloud Cavalry, who had reined in their warhorses, responded, as did the Iron Feather Cavalry's elite soldiers, the Northern Imperial Guards, and Wei Huaiwen's various deployments.

All the sounds converged into a torrent, washing over the sky above Jiankang City.

Whether they were pedestrians on the street or children reading at home or playing outside, everyone stretched their heads out and looked up at the sky.

A merchant selling almanacs slapped his forehead and hurried toward his shop. The ordinary year of the Great Liang Dynasty was over, and next year would be a new year.

(End of this chapter)