Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

The next morning.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yunhuan took off his linen mourning clothes and, with the help of eunuchs and palace maids, put on a very complicated black crown.

The emperor has twelve emblems, six of which are woven on his clothes: the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountain, the dragon, and the Chinese insect. His skirts are embroidered with the patterns of Zong Yi, Zao, Huo, Fen Mi, Fu, and Fu. He wears a crown with twelve white pearl tassels on his head.

Zhu Yunhuan moved the crown in front of him somewhat uncomfortably.

Actually, although he had already ascended the throne and was in charge of state affairs, this was the first time he wore this outfit.

Wearing a crown is not only a formal attire, but also a formal authority.

Even though Zhu Yunhuan has always been calm, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

From outside the vermilion lacquer gate, Ren Hengtai's respectful voice rang out: "Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived, the altar is ready, and I respectfully invite Your Majesty to depart for Zhongshan to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth and inform our ancestors!"

The coronation ceremony is a complicated process.

Compared to the procedure of sitting on the dragon throne in Fengtian Hall, the Zhongshan Heaven Offering Ceremony was actually more important. It was the time to formally establish the status and accept the imperial authority under the witness of all the people in the world.

Under the arrangement of Minister of Rites Ren Hengtai.

Zhu Yunhuan sat in the imperial dragon chariot, surrounded by countless Jinyiwei holding golden axes and white banners.

Behind the dragon chariot procession, royal family members, dukes, earls, civil and military ministers each lined up in neat rows and followed slowly.

The weather is clear and clear.

The wind blew the flags and banners into the air, making them flutter and rustle. Amid the sound of bells and drums, the scene seemed even more solemn and dignified.

Under the watchful eyes of the people along the way.

The ceremonial procession went all the way from the Qianqing Palace to the main gate of the imperial palace, passed the main road of Yingtian Prefecture, went out of the city gate, and headed for Zhongshan.

Vast and majestic!

……

Side hall of the East Palace.

When Zhu Yunwen and the mother and son Lu heard the sound of bells and drums resounding throughout Yingtian Prefecture, they did not get angry but laughed and exchanged ecstatic glances.

"Mom, it's started!"

Zhu Yunwen said excitedly.

As a member of the royal family, he was no stranger to the procedures of some grand ceremonies in the royal family. Although he was locked in the room, he could imagine the scene outside just by listening to the sound of bells and drums - the focus of everyone's attention and the majestic ceremonial procession.

But he knows.

Zhu Yunhuan’s pride won’t last long!

When he arrives at Zhongshan, everyone in the world will know that he is a man who plotted to murder his brother and usurp the throne, and his uncles who are away from home will not let him off easily!

"Yeah, it's started..."

Mrs. Lu's face also turned red with excitement.

According to the information she received, someone would soon come to the East Palace to kidnap the mother and son and send them to Zhongshan as evidence. At the Zhongshan altar, the upright civil servants in the court would also take the opportunity to expose everything in front of the people of the world!

From yesterday until now, until she heard the sound of bells and drums of the coronation ceremony outside, her heart was finally at ease - she had not received any news that was unfavorable to the plan, and now... it was done!

She put her arm around Zhu Yunwen's shoulders, pricked up her ears to listen to the sound of bells and drums outside, her eyes narrowed slightly, but with a hint of madness at the corner of her mouth, she cursed in a low voice: "Zhu Yunwen! You have harmed my mother and me to this point, and you will never have an easy life!"

Her eyes were filled with resentment, anger, madness... and many other emotions.

Originally, her son should have been the one wearing a royal crown, sitting in a dragon chariot, the center of everyone's attention, and the one with great power and splendor!

And she will also be the rightful empress dowager, with great honors.

But all this.

They were all ruined by Zhu Yunhuan.

……

Zhongshan is not far from Yingtian Prefecture.

August day.

Neither cold nor dry.

As the sun rose, it hung obliquely above the azure sky, and the sunlight poured down, as if coating the nine-tiered altar of Zhongshan, as well as every banner and every blade of grass around it, with a layer of light gold.

Zhu Yunhuan slowly got on the dragon chariot.

Slowly looking up over the nine-story altar to the top, my heart unconsciously began to beat faster and faster.

Even though he had vision and insight that even Zhu Yuanzhang did not have.