118: Hasn’t this throne room seen enough blood?

Having said that, Jiang Lan no longer paid attention to the old man, but instead looked at the civil and military officials again.

“Is there anyone else who disagrees?”

The crowd was silent. After a long while, a white-haired civil official stepped forward and said, “Since ancient times, when an emperor passed away, only the eldest legitimate son could be enthroned as the new ruler. The Ninth Prince is neither legitimate nor the eldest. How can he be the king of a nation?”

“What do you think?” Jiang Lan turned to look at the Ninth Prince beside him.

The Ninth Prince swallowed, not understanding what Jiang Lan meant.

Jiang Lan also did not speak.

Since this kid had stepped forward, he must have some ability.

To be an emperor, courage alone was far from enough.

Although only two of the officials present spoke, Jiang Lan knew in his heart that these people were certainly very dissatisfied with his casual designation of an emperor.

In this way, even if he really ascended the throne and became emperor, whether others would obey him was still debatable.

Jiang Lan could help the Ninth Prince clear obstacles.

But he had no reason to do so.

If Yao Banxian hadn't said earlier that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, he would have simply left after killing the emperor, and certainly wouldn't have looked for trouble.

Now, he had paved the way for the Ninth Prince. If he had the means, that would be for the best.

But if he was not capable, then he could just appoint another one.

Seeing Jiang Lan remain silent for a long time, the Ninth Prince’s mind also raced.

He was trying to figure out what Jiang Lan meant.

Soon, a flash of inspiration went through his mind.

He stood on the steps of the Golden Luan Hall, surveyed the civil and military officials, and finally his gaze fell on the civil official who had just spoken.

“You don’t agree with me being the emperor?”

The civil official was stunned.

How did he start calling himself ‘I’ ( I)?

But before he could reply, the Ninth Prince, with Qi sinking into his Dantian, let out a soft shout:

“Guards, seize him!”

When the Ninth Prince first spoke, no one moved, and the surrounding guards all looked at each other with wide eyes.

But soon, the smarter ones reacted.

This was a meritorious service to the Dragon!

Now that the former emperor was dead, although the Ninth Prince was not the Crown Prince, he was the emperor candidate designated by Jiang Lan.

And they had just witnessed Jiang Lan’s strength.

In the face of absolute power, all objections seemed pale and powerless.

Therefore, the Ninth Prince’s ascension was almost a certainty.

An emperor, a civil official—it was obvious to any normal person who was better to offend.

A team of guards instantly surrounded the old man, pinning his hands and feet, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Seeing this, the Ninth Prince’s eyes flickered.

He had gambled correctly.

Jiang Lan’s eyes also showed a hint of appreciation.

Bold, meticulous, plus a bit of decisiveness—that was enough.

“Your Majesty! How shall he be dealt with?”

A fierce glint flashed across the Ninth Prince’s eyes.

“Behead him.”

The guards, hearing this, did not hesitate and immediately dragged the man towards the outside of the Golden Luan Hall.

The other officials watched in terror.

But before they had walked a few steps, the Ninth Prince reached out and stopped them.

“Wait!”

The civil official, who was being held down, thought the Ninth Prince had changed his mind and immediately shouted, “You are not rightfully enthroned! Since I oppose you, I will never change my mind! It’s useless to spare my life!”

The Ninth Prince frowned.

“When did I say I would spare you? Behead him right here!”

The latter half of his sentence was directed at the guards.

Hearing this, the guards were momentarily confused.

A leading guard knelt on one knee and said,

“Your Majesty, this is the sacred Golden Luan Hall. Seeing blood here would be inauspicious. I beg Your Majesty to reconsider!”

The Ninth Prince looked at the large pool of blood and the crow corpses in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

He then turned to look at the former emperor, headless on the Dragon Throne behind him.

“Has this Golden Luan Hall seen too little blood today?”

The guard was speechless.

The Ninth Prince continued:

“Behead him!”

The civil official never expected that the reason the Ninth Prince stopped him was to kill him right there in the Golden Luan Hall, in front of all the civil and military officials.

Jiang Lan also raised an eyebrow.

What a perfect way to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

It was fine for people to stand out and object earlier.

But now that one had been beheaded, anyone else who voiced an objection would have to weigh their own head.

Seeing that the Ninth Prince had spoken, the guard leader, being clever, immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the Ninth Prince in front of the Dragon Throne, and loudly proclaimed:

“Long live our Emperor, long live, long long live!”

With someone taking the lead, the Golden Luan Hall instantly saw a vast number of people kneeling down.

“Long live our Emperor, long live, long long live!”

However, there were exceptions.

These exceptions were, of course, the other princes who had entered with the Ninth Prince.

At this moment, they were gritting their teeth.

Especially the eldest one.

He was originally the Crown Prince. If the former emperor had abdicated normally, the throne should have been his.

But then Jiang Lan suddenly appeared and intervened, and not only did he lose the throne, he even lost his identity as the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince raised his head, his expression full of hatred as he looked at the Ninth Prince and Jiang Lan.

The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes slightly.

“You disagree?”

After saying that, he didn’t even wait for the Crown Prince to react.

“Guards, kill him!”

The guard leader immediately stood up.

Since he had chosen a path, he naturally had to follow it to the end.

The guard leader was a Martial Artist. Jiang Lan observed that he was roughly at the eighth level of Gathering Yuan.

And the Crown Prince was also a Martial Artist, but his strength was much weaker, probably only around the fifth or sixth level of Gathering Yuan.

Watching the guard leader approach him step by step, the Crown Prince’s eyes widened.

“You scoundrel, how dare you?!”

The guard leader said nothing, his gaze cold, and he raised his blade.

A slash fell, like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.

“Chh!”