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The emperor fainted, or was blown down by the wind, and the news quickly spread throughout the capital.

Now not only the officials, but also the scholars and common people knew about it. At such an important juncture, he fell in front of thousands of eyes.

No one thinks this is a good thing, and everyone is concerned about the emperor's safety.

"Brother Liang, do you think there is something weird about this matter?" Tan Sitong asked the person opposite him in the inn.

The man he called Brother Liang was Liang Qichao, whose pigtail he pulled at the Caishikou rally that day.

The two of them got to know each other through fighting, and after the meeting, they made an appointment to discuss national affairs together. After a few interactions, they became familiar with each other.

Liang Qichao was a tea lover, but his favorite was tangerine peel tea. He brought several kilograms of dried tangerine peels from his hometown Xinhui, Guangdong, and brewed one or two pieces every day, which was very enjoyable.

"What's so strange about this? Could it be that the emperor fell down because of someone else?" Liang Qichao said after taking a sip of tangerine peel tea.

Tan Sitong also took a sip, imitating Liang Qichao's example, but he felt a little uncomfortable. "That's not the case. After all, so many people were watching at the time, and it was indeed the Emperor who fell. But he fell just before his wedding, and I heard he hasn't regained consciousness yet. Doesn't that mean his succession to power is at stake again?"

"The scholars of the world have a scale in their hearts, and they know clearly what the Empress Dowager has done well and badly since she took power. If she still does not return to power after her seventy-six deaths and two marriages, then there will be a commotion, and it will be difficult to resolve." Liang Qichao saw it very clearly.

In fact, this is the same as what Cixi was worried about. If the emperor was allowed to rule the country himself, after the reform in the future, the people of the world would only praise the emperor instead of her, Cixi.

Therefore, the most ideal way is to prevent the emperor from ruling the country and let her implement reforms.

But if the emperor is not allowed to rule the country personally, I am afraid that the people will not be able to stop complaining. After all, there is a more legitimate emperor. Why should the empress dowager behind the curtain implement the new law?

However, if a younger prince is found to inherit the throne, then the new emperor will still be young, so wouldn't it be possible for the empress dowager to implement the new laws openly?

So, after she and Yi Liao Bo Chang Tang had their child, she summoned the governors of various places for several days in a row and mentioned the matter vaguely.

But the vast majority of people said that if a new emperor was appointed, it would inevitably cause turmoil in the court, so it would be better to maintain stability.

Therefore, how to make Guangxu abdicate willingly and make all the ministers accept the emperor's abdication was what gave Cixi a headache.

Fortunately, Yilin was leaning against the tomb and asked to see Cixi before the Laba Festival. After dismissing the attendants, he conspired with Cixi.

Li Lianying naturally spread the news, but he didn't hear anything useful this time.

Therefore, Prince Chun did not take the news too seriously after receiving it that day, nor did he send anyone to convey it to Yuan Shikai until the Laba fall incident occurred.

After Guangxu fell, Yi Xin was about to look for Yuan Xiangcheng to discuss the matter, but Cixi ordered him to stay in the Forbidden City to look after the emperor on the grounds that he was the emperor's biological father.

After Yuan Xiangcheng was informed of this by the steward of Prince Chun's mansion, he also became confused.

Yuan Shikai really had no idea what Cixi was up to. If he asked Guangxu's biological father to take care of the fake Guangxu, the truth would definitely be revealed!

But there was no other way, Yuan Xiangcheng could only wait outside the palace.

On the first day, the Imperial Hospital announced that the emperor was in good health and all he had to do was wait for him to wake up.

The next day, the emperor woke up and was able to drink a few bowls of hot porridge, but he was a little sleepy.

On the third day, my condition improved steadily and I was even able to get out of bed and walk after waking up.

Just when the people in the capital thought it was a false alarm and nothing serious would happen.

On the morning of the fourth day, news suddenly came that the emperor had fallen into a coma again, and neither acupuncture nor medicine was effective.

This was bad. People in the capital were in a panic, not knowing what had happened. Many scholars and officials who had previously supported the emperor felt that a disaster was about to happen.

Originally they were thinking of heating up a cold stove, but they didn't expect that the cold stove was about to go out.

What a disaster!

After the news had fermented in the capital for a day, on the fifth day, a group of military ministers, nine governors-general, and royal princes were invited to the Forbidden City.

Yuan Xiangcheng was naturally among those summoned. After hurriedly walking into the Imperial Medical Bureau, he saw Prince Chun and a group of imperial doctors kneeling on the ground, with their heads down and silent. They did not react when they saw Yuan Xiangcheng coming.

Cixi sat beside Guangxu's bed, wiping away tears from time to time.

Seeing all the ministers coming in, Cixi put away her handkerchief, glanced at the emperor lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and then wept to the ministers:

"I don't know what's wrong with the emperor. He's been like this since he fell on Laba Day.

No matter how much I called, I couldn't wake him up. I heard from the imperial physician that he was still conscious for an hour or so every day at the beginning, but in the past two days, his conscious time has become shorter and shorter. If he is not still breathing, I am really afraid of the emperor."

　Before she finished speaking, Cixi started crying again.

"I have such a miserable life. I watched Emperor Wenzong pass away, and the late emperor also passed away in my arms. Could it be that... could it be that...?"

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A group of royal princes and military ministers looked at each other, not knowing how to respond to these words. Otherwise... persuade the Queen Mother to mourn?

But according to what the Empress Dowager said, the Emperor is not dead yet and can still be conscious for a few hours every day. How can this be considered mourning?

Although they thought it was strange that the emperor fell and fell into a coma for no apparent reason when his wedding was about to take place.

But this time everyone was close, and everyone could see it clearly. Who else could be lying on the bed except the current emperor?

With a broad forehead, a prominent nose bridge and thin eyebrows, it is undoubtedly Guangxu.

When Yuan Xiangcheng saw this scene, he also became suspicious. Could it be that I was wrong on that Laba Day, and the person on the high platform was Guangxu?

But if the person in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony that day was not Guangxu, then who was the person lying on the bed?

Cixi's meaning was very clear. "Guangxu" had been in a coma for a long time since the fall. Even if he could wake up for a while every day, he would soon fall into a coma again.

If this continues, can he still retain the throne of emperor?

At this moment, Yi Lianzun said, "Your Majesty, for the sake of the eternal prosperity of the Qing Dynasty, I request that the throne be established!"

"Huh?" Yuan Xiangcheng was suddenly startled and looked up at Yi Li.

Unexpectedly, Yilin accepted the request of his son to quit the party.

It is said that the national foundation is to be enthroned, but according to the current situation of "Guangxu", the national foundation may be able to ascend the throne on the same day of the enthronement!

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Yuan Xiangcheng looked at Prince Chun who was kneeling on the ground in the hall. After hearing what Yi Liaohuangben said, he still hung his head dejectedly and did not say anything more.

It's as if I have given up hope.

Yuan Xiangcheng was completely confused. What was going on?

He was originally very sure that the person wearing the yellow robe on Laba Day was not Guangxu, but now Guangxu was lying on the bed more than ten meters in front of him, and his biological father was kneeling beside him, as if acknowledging this situation. So who was the fake one?

Is the Guangxu during Laba Festival a fake one, or is the Guangxu on the bed now a fake one, or is YiX lying to him?

Just as Yuan Xiangcheng fell into self-doubt, Cixi sobbed again:

"The emperor has just laid down in bed, and you are already thinking about the emperor. How heartbroken the emperor would be if he knew!"

"Old Buddha, if the foundation of the country is unstable, the national situation will be unstable day by day. Now is an extraordinary time, and we should do extraordinary things!"

"No, I don't believe the emperor will always be like this!" Cixi cried even louder, as if Guangxu was his own son.

"Old Buddha, if you really miss the Emperor, why not get married earlier and see if you can use this joyous occasion to bring happiness to the Emperor!

At the same time, instead of appointing a crown prince, choose a member of the royal family as the eldest prince to temporarily reassure the court officials!" Yi Liaoshao Huaijian gave a seemingly best-of-both-worlds answer.

On the one hand, continue to push forward the wedding ceremony. If Guangxu wakes up, everything will be fine.

On the one hand, not appointing a crown prince but only appointing an older prince would not be considered disrespectful to Guangxu.

"Prince Chun, do you think this is okay?" Cixi sobbed softly and asked Yi Xin who was kneeling beside her.

Yi X seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes dull and he said sadly, "I will obey the Queen Mother's order."

"Where are the ministers?" Cixi looked at the military officials and governors in the hall.

Since their own father has agreed, why should they object?

What's more, all the ministers saw the emperor lying unconscious on the bed. In order to stabilize the court, it would not be against etiquette to enthrone the eldest prince.

Yuan Shikai's simple attire could only keep in line with the other ministers and express his agreement with Cixi's arrangement.

Just like that, the next day, the news of the emperor's early wedding and the enthronement of the eldest prince spread throughout the capital.

Those who knew the inside story, in addition to preparing red cloth at home, also prepared white cloth in advance, planning to wear mourning clothes after the wedding.

Originally, Yuan Xiangcheng planned to rely on Guangxu to fight back against Cixi, but after seeing Guangxu lying on the bed, Yuan Xiangcheng knew.

His plan was completely disrupted!

Chapter 121: Great Riot in the Capital

The establishment of the eldest prince was approved so openly. Since the nine governors-general, important military officials, eight iron-hat kings and even the emperor's biological father agreed to it, no one dared to say anything more about the eldest prince.

However, the imperial edict was vague about the condition of the current emperor, Guangxu, without any detailed description, and only said in general terms that "the emperor has been in a coma for a long time."

She even used the early wedding to fool everyone in the world, as if the emperor would wake up as long as he got married.

If anyone's family encountered such a thing, it would attract the attention of neighbors, let alone the emperor of the time.

As a result, the people of the capital became concerned about the emperor's coma. At first they were curious, and then their feelings gradually developed into sympathy.

Many people in the court also sympathized with Guangxu. After all, everyone could see the current national situation of the Qing Dynasty. It was really time to cheer up.

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The vast majority of middle and low-level officials looked down on what Cixi had done in recent years, and all had expectations for Guangxu, who was supported by the reformists.

But at such a critical juncture, Guangxu, who was eagerly awaited by scholars all over the world, was bedridden.

After the eldest prince was confirmed, Prince Chun Yix was allowed to return home to pack his luggage and tidy himself up.

After staying in the Forbidden City for three or four days, his body had already become smelly and his hair and beard had grown a lot longer.

"Wei Ting, are you worried about the eldest prince?" Yi X didn't have to hide from others when meeting Yuan Xiangcheng this time.

Moreover, he felt that there was no need to hide any longer. With his son becoming like that, all his previous plans had come to nothing.

"Ugh..."

With a long sigh, Yi X and Yuan Xiangcheng sat at a breakfast stall on the street like two common people, stirring the tofu pudding in their bowls with a spoon from time to time.

Even after it was stirred into pieces, Yi X didn't take a sip.

Yuan Xiangcheng had no intention of drinking it either. He was worried about the future of the Red Confucian Society and the Jiashen Right Army.

His original plan was to launch a desperate counterattack against Cixi in the name of Guangxu.

The most important part of this plan is the righteousness and justice. Only by using Guangxu's name can the local governors and officials not oppose him unanimously.

As long as he could create a situation of "mutual protection in the southeast", he was confident that he could use the Jiashen Right Army to attack the Forbidden City directly.

But now, Guangxu, his greatest support, is gone!