Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2037

Civil and military officials held their breath and concentrated, many of them felt confused and overwhelmed. The court was changing so fast, was it possible that the emperor was going to be replaced again?

Before they had time to get familiar with Emperor Zhaowu's governing style, the throne changed again.

By the way, what was Emperor Zhaowu’s governing style?

Is it kindness? Is it an iron fist? Or...

The ministers suddenly fell into collective contemplation. It seemed, as if, perhaps... they were simply following the steps of the retired emperor, without any distinct or original ideas of their own.

Actually, yes!

The emperor guards the country's gates! This emperor was once ambitious and full of passion!

However, after returning from Lingzhou, Emperor Zhaowu had changed... no, perhaps he was sick.

All the civil and military officials in the court looked up, only to see that the emperor's face looked sickly pale under the flickering torches.

His brows were furrowed, his lips were blue, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. How could this be the young emperor who was full of vigor and vitality in the court in the past?

This is really a serious illness!

Everyone’s quarreling in the court in recent months has been in vain!

The four great families are to blame for this! This is more than just a plot to murder the emperor! This is going to shake the century-old foundation of Beiyi and its eternal foundation!

The whole court was filled with grief, and some of the more emotional ministers cried out, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor...Long, long live the Emperor..."

Then the officials knelt down and cried bitterly, as if Emperor Zhaowu had passed away.

Emperor Zhaowu, who never passed away: "......"

It was at this moment, looking at the kneeling figures of civil and military officials in the court, that Emperor Zhaowu suddenly felt a sense of attachment he had never felt before.

He didn't care in the past.

He was placed on the throne, and he didn't know what he should do.

Because the emperor has already managed all the political affairs very well. Whatever he does is just icing on the cake.

Emperor Zhaowu lost his target.

The throne came too easily. He even felt like going back to his fiefdom to plant crabapple trees.

He reviewed boring memorials day after day, but he couldn't find even a decent problem to solve.

The Vice Minister of Rites always ended his sentences with "I humbly await Your Majesty's advice" and the Minister of War would always end his sentences with "I rely on the majesty of Heaven". He could even memorize the habitual expressions of these ministers. There was nothing original about them and he felt bored.

He enjoyed the feeling of being persuaded to sit on the throne.

The emperor's father persuaded him, the emperor's sister persuaded him, and the prince consort supported him wholeheartedly... It turned out that he was destined to be the one, he was the chosen one!

I am not without pride in my heart!

He even dreamed that when he was in power, all the court came to congratulate him; in his hands, the Northern Wing became increasingly powerful, and the people all praised him as a good emperor.

He gradually lost himself and felt that he was just as Eunuch An said, a genius that only appears once in hundreds of years!

Such an amazing talent is worthy of the best and most intelligent woman in the world!

......

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes were red. He didn't dare to look at his father, let alone the beautiful woman who was a few steps away.

Whenever that woman saw him, she would always smile and call him "Royal Brother", with her eyes as gentle as jade.

But now, she lowered her head, exuding a cold and resolute air that kept strangers away.

He would never hear that gentle voice of "Royal Brother" again, nor would he ever get a glance from her again.