Peace Order

Chapter 1844 - 92: Emperor! (End of This Volume)

Nan Hanwen’s suggestion had been well considered; the world was in turmoil, and Ying Country had chosen a new successor, proclaimed as emperor, and announced to all, thus stirring up a great wave.

Jiang Wanxiang forced Ji Zichang into self-immolation, usurping the title of emperor.

Now, his son continues to rule as emperor.

At this moment, Prince Qin remains a prince, holding the responsibilities of the Commander of the Red Emperor’s army, seemingly one step weaker.

Nan Hanwen’s memorial mentioned two reasons.

Firstly, the Red Emperor’s lineage is now severed.

Moreover, it was Ji Zichang and others who exerted all their efforts to break these shackles; if Li Guanyi continues to act as Commander under the Red Emperor’s identity, then all the efforts of Ji Zichang, Ji Yanzhong, and even Qu Hanxiu are in vain.

Secondly—

The false fame of the world.

It is also a great power.

With the current momentum, Ying Country still occupies nearly half of the world’s territory and still boasts The World’s Number One Divine General, having elite generals like Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong.

They also have morale and logistics to support wars of millions in scale.

Even with Jiang Wanxiang’s death, the prestige left by the monarch will still give an illusion of Ying Country being at its peak, such is the heart’s belief; if Prince Qin does not ascend as emperor, doesn’t it weaken him?

Even though such thoughts are subtle, existing within people’s hearts.

No matter how subtle, before the great foundation of the world, they will turn into an enormous force.

After reporting, Nan Hanwen stood there with his head lowered.

A temporary silence enveloped the place, with the civil and military ministers of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion and Qilin Army holding their breath, looking at Li Guanyi; this great title of emperor, a name almost universally acknowledged by all.

For this era’s people, it holds extraordinary significance.

This is not merely a strategic decision.

For those who have journeyed, coming to this current step, it is an indescribable and elusive mental state, a testament to a decade’s journey, a proof of the fierce tides.

This word alone suffices.

Even Yan Daiqing felt a bit dazed.

Emperor...

Creating a magnificent world step by step amidst chaos.

Ten years of opening the world!

What grandeur.

As for Mr. Po Jun.

No need to mention him.

Yan Daiqing glanced over.

At this moment, Mr. Po Jun’s mouth could easily hang the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd.

If not for the solemn atmosphere, this strategist focused on momentum might have already stood up, laughing to the heavens, then immediately writing to the older generation of the Po Jun lineage, eager to flaunt such ’petty man’s success.’

That would have been quite inappropriate.

Yet, Yan Daiqing and others shared a sense of tension and anxiety, concerned that Prince Qin might still uphold his friendship with Ji Zichang, refusing until now, still unwilling to agree on becoming emperor; or perhaps because he feels the realm is yet unified, cannot claim the title.

Such worry did not last long.

Prince Qin’s voice fell: "...Alright."

Nan Hanwen abruptly raised his head, surprise flooding his heart as Li Guanyi, who had always viewed fame and honor lightly among the heroes, stood up, his robe sleeves curling, saying: "Follow your thoughts."

Li Guanyi looked at the familiar faces before him and said:

"We cannot retreat."

"Thank you, everyone."

The sole great weight in everyone’s heart—the gentle nature of Prince Qin, unlike the tyrants of the chaotic world, seemed finally released; standing here was indeed the emperor who personally carved this empire.

They couldn’t help but feel a ripple inside, then quickly overwhelmed by excitement, blood pounding, feeling their skin burning.

They uniformly stepped forward.

Then solemnly, they crossed fists and saluted, saying:

"Yes!"

"We follow our emperor’s decree!"

Prince Qin merely nodded, and Nan Hanwen stepped forward to salute, saying: "Thus, regarding the nation’s name, era name and such matters, I shall discuss with the ministers and report to Your Majesty for decision."

As things concluded here, upon walking out, Yan Daiqing exhaled a breath, although it was already late autumn outside, carrying chill, his back was drenched in sweat, catching a chill as the wind blew.

"Lord Yan."

The passing literati greeted spontaneously.

Yan Daiqing nodded in return to the passing officials and literati.

His demeanor was respectfully poised and clear.

With one hand behind him, strolling calmly, he indeed seemed graceful and serene; the officials and literati mentioned the stores of grain and silver inside the logistics treasury were increasing due to the lack of wars recently.

Also, it seemed because Mr. Wen Qingyu was absent.

Lately, even Mr. Yan Daiqing’s temper had improved significantly.

Amidst these gazes, Yan Daiqing strolled down a small path, alone on either side, taking a deep breath, then suddenly acting, with both fists clenched tightly, withdrawing suddenly downward, displaying an expression of fierce joy.

"Ha!! Emperor!"

"Ten years, have we finally reached this step!"

"Joyous! Joyous!"

The usually gentle, jade-like youth finally showed the spirit and vigor of his youthful years.

For promising as the first rate in the world!

Yan Daiqing—

Super invincibly happy!

"Moreover, Jiang Yuan, what kind of thing is he, merely relying on ancestors, but His Majesty personally crafted an emperor’s legacy, the founding emperor; few can stand alongside him on the everlasting historical green."