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Just then, a series of steady footsteps suddenly echoed through the hall.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a burly but slightly aged man slowly walking up into the hall.

Every step he took seemed to contain immense power, making him someone not to be underestimated.

As they approached, they could finally see his resolute face and his deep, unfathomable eyes.

The man said in a booming voice:

"Little Eleven, by acting in this way, aren't you putting your elder brother in a dilemma?"

"How could Your Majesty dare to accept your military tally so easily? You must know that the military tally for these 400,000 Xuanjia Army soldiers was bestowed upon us by the late Emperor,"

"The late emperor once said that when you return victorious at the age of twenty-five, whichever prince succeeds you as the new emperor,"

"You will all become the rightful regent of the Eastern Jing Kingdom!"

Having said that, he slowly turned around, his gaze steadily falling on the emperor seated on the dragon throne. He then bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice:

"This old minister pays his respects to Your Majesty." It turned out that this person was the younger brother of the late emperor, and the current emperor's ninth uncle—Prince Qi Junmo.

He was highly respected in the court and commanded 200,000 troops in the north, making his strength unfathomable.

Seeing his ninth uncle bow so respectfully, the emperor dared not remain composed and hurriedly rose to wave his hand, saying:

"Uncle, please rise. Your excessive courtesy makes me uneasy."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the entire court became solemn and dignified.

Then the emperor slightly raised his hand and whispered instructions to the eunuch beside him:

"Quickly, give the Imperial Uncle a seat." The eunuch hurriedly responded and brought over an exquisite grand chair, placing it in the court.

Jun Mo clasped his hands in a salute to the emperor, thanked him, and then slowly turned around, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Jun Jiuxiao standing to the side.

He calmly and deliberately took out a bright yellow imperial edict from his wide sleeves, then held it with both hands, his face solemn, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the late emperor's last edict!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the court.

The Minister of Rites was the first to step forward, his brow furrowed, and he questioned with a face full of doubt:

"Your Highness, you have no proof! If there is such an important edict, why didn't you show it sooner? This delay is truly puzzling."

Upon hearing this, Jun Mo abruptly turned around, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the Minister of Rites. He gave a cold snort and said in an icy voice:

“When I fought alongside the late emperor, your mother was still living in seclusion.”

"How dare you question this old man like this? You have quite the nerve!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the court suddenly became tense.

Junmo's already solemn face was now even more gloomy, and his cold gaze was like a sharp blade piercing straight at the Minister of Rites.

The Minister of Rites felt a sudden tightness in his chest under his gaze, but he still tried his best to calm himself down.

Immediately afterwards, Junmo turned his head to face the emperor again, and respectfully bowed, saying:

"Your Majesty, the late Emperor's last instructions state that if His Highness the Prince of War returns to his residence at the age of twenty-five unharmed, then this imperial edict will automatically become invalid."

"However, if anyone dares to surround, intercept, or even assassinate him in secret, they can take out this imperial edict to set the record straight."

"Therefore, when I learned that the King of War had returned wounded, I dared not delay for even a moment and immediately rushed back to the capital."

After speaking, Junmo slowly unfolded the imperial edict in his hand.

As the imperial edict was gradually revealed to everyone, the entire court fell into complete silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Whether the imperial edict was genuine or not, before the late emperor's edict, everyone had to kneel, straighten their clothes, and listen to the imperial decree with reverence.

Jun Mo gazed at the kneeling crowd and said in a deep voice, "By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees..."

"If, after my passing, the eleventh prince—Jun Jiuxiao—is able to return before his twenty-fifth birthday,"

"Regardless of who succeeds to the throne, Jun Jiuxiao is the only regent of my Dongjing Kingdom who commands 400,000 Xuanjia soldiers, and he shall never be removed from office."

"Anyone who disagrees may come to the imperial mausoleum and discuss this with me in person. This is my decree."

After the imperial edict was read aloud, Jun Mo glanced at the kneeling crowd and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"My brother is truly the far-sighted Holy Martial Emperor. Even though he has been gone for a long time, a single imperial edict can still make them tremble with fear."

Junmo, with a solemn expression, held the bright yellow imperial edict in his hands with steady and respectful hands. He slowly walked to Changping and then bowed slightly.

The imperial edict was placed steadily in front of Changping.

His voice was deep and resonant, as if each word carried the weight of a thousand pounds:

"Your Majesty may send a special person to investigate the authenticity of this imperial edict."

Emperor Changping, his face ashen, reached out and took the imperial edict from Junmo's hand.

A moment later, his cold gaze swept across the court below, and he loudly summoned the officials of the Six Ministries to come immediately to examine the handwriting on the imperial edict.

Before long, officials from the six ministries arrived in a hurry. They gathered together, their eyes all focused on the imperial edict.

When I saw that handwriting that was so familiar, it was as if I were seeing the deceased Emperor Shengwu in person.

When he read the sentence, “You may go to the imperial mausoleum to discuss this with me in person,” he was even more convinced that this must be the decree left by the shrewd and cunning Emperor Shengwu.

This is because, apart from him, looking across the world, probably no one else would dare to do such a shocking thing.

Upon thinking of this, the usually arrogant officials of the Six Ministries were now all silent and trembling.

Although they knew the Emperor was present, they were truly terrified that the Holy Martial Emperor might suddenly appear and visit them in the middle of the night; the fear was indescribable.

Therefore, the officials could only nod tremblingly and say in unison:

"Your Majesty, this imperial edict is indeed the will of the late Emperor, and there is absolutely no falsehood in it!"

After a moment, Emperor Changping clenched his teeth, trying his best to suppress the complex emotions surging in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and quickly composed himself, instantly reverting to his solemn, serious, and unsmiling demeanor.

Then, with steady movements, he handed the significant imperial edict to Jun Jiuxiao and personally helped Jun Jiuxiao up.

Then, Emperor Changping slowed his speech and spoke earnestly to Jun Jiuxiao:

"Eleventh brother, you must not speak nonsense again. I have always trusted you and have never had the slightest doubt."

"From this day forward, you shall be the rightful Regent of my Eastern Jing Kingdom!"

Jun Jiuxiao's expression was solemn. He steadily raised his hands and solemnly accepted the bright yellow imperial edict.

He bowed slightly, expressed his sincere gratitude, and then turned and walked steadily to his seat.

On the seat, there was a chair, exquisitely carved from the finest sandalwood, placed neatly.

This chair has an elegant design and natural lines, and exudes a faint sandalwood fragrance, clearly the work of a skilled craftsman.

Upon seeing this, Jun Jiuxiao did not hesitate at all and calmly sat down.

He was very familiar with this spot and this chair; in his previous life, he had sat here for eight years.

However, due to various circumstances in this life, he sat on this chair two years earlier than in his previous life.

At this moment, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt down and kowtowed, shouting in unison, "Your subjects pay homage to the Regent!" The sound reverberated throughout the palace, creating a magnificent atmosphere.

Jun Jiuxiao slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling officials below. Then, he lightly flicked his sleeve and said in a calm and authoritative tone, "Rise."

Every movement he made exuded solemnity and dignity, naturally radiating an air of nobility, as if everything before him was under his control.

After receiving their orders and expressing their gratitude, everyone stood up straight.

However, at this moment, the Minister of Rites felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Although he was filled with fear and unease, what could he do? The newly appointed regent, Jun Jiuxiao, was always cautious and impeccable in his actions.

The assassination attempt on the Prince of Yan has caused such a stir that he must have solid evidence, otherwise why would he have launched such an attack so easily?