Chapter 257 Zhao Yingluo’s private interview in private
Zhao Yingluo gave him a cold look and said nothing.
Although there was a hint of intolerance in her heart, she was more angry and disappointed.
She knew that Zhao Gou's ambition and greed were the root cause of all this. If he hadn't repeatedly challenged his bottom line, things would not have developed to this point.
The atmosphere in the court became heavy again. The ministers stood there silently, as if waiting for something.
Zhao Yingluo knew the worries and uneasiness in their hearts, so she waved her hands gently and said, "Please be fine, gentlemen! Today's matter is over. I hope that the Song Dynasty can usher in a new beginning."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a tsunami-like cheer in the court hall: "Long live the princess! Long live the Song Dynasty!" These cheers were deafening, soaring into the sky, as if they were going to shake the entire palace.
Zhao Yingluo stood there quietly, looking at the excitement of the ministers, and couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart. She knew that her responsibility was heavy, but she also believed that as long as the ministers worked together and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the Song Dynasty would be able to usher in a better future.
Zhao Gou was demoted to the queen of Yue and left Kaifeng for Yongzhou to join the vassal state.
On the way, he looked back at the prosperous city that once belonged to him, getting further and further away until it disappeared from sight.
His heart was filled with regret and reluctance but he was powerless. He knew that all this was his own fault and that no one else was to blame. He also knew that his imperial sister had treated him with all her kindness and righteousness. If she hadn't thought of him for saving the country of the Song Dynasty, he might have been dead long ago.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "If I had known today, why would I have to do it in the first place!"
However, the world is like a dream and life is like a play. Everything is irreversible.
He could only embark on the road to Yongzhou with endless regrets and remorse to start his new life.
On the second day, the morning light faded, and the glow covered the sky like a gorgeous tapestry.
Under the reflection of the rising sun, the palace is magnificent and magnificent.
Above the court hall, a solemn atmosphere permeated every corner. The newly added carved phoenix chair next to the dragon chair shone in the morning light, making it particularly eye-catching.
As a deep and melodious bell rang, Zhao Yingluo, wearing a crown gown, slowly walked out of the side door of the hall.
Her crown dress is gorgeous and solemn, with exquisite phoenix patterns embroidered on it, symbolizing her noble status and supreme power.
Her steps were steady and powerful, each step seemed to be stepping on the clouds, light yet majestic.
There was a faint smile on her face, and her eyes shone with determination and determination, as if she was ready to meet all challenges.
As her pace got closer and closer, the ministers in the court held their breath and stared at her intently.
When Zhao Yingluo finally walked to the throne, she slowly turned around and sat elegantly on the phoenix chair.
Her sitting posture is dignified and elegant, as towering and motionless as a mountain peak, exuding an invisible majesty and power.
At this moment, the entire court seemed to be still, with only Zhao Yingluo's figure shining brightly in the morning light.
Her crown robe fluttered gently in the breeze, and the phoenix pattern on it seemed to be fluttering its wings, shrouding the entire court under her majesty.
Afterwards, all the ministers knelt down on the ground and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.
Their movements were uniform, as if they had been trained for thousands of times, skillfully and naturally. Every kowtow represents their loyalty and support for Zhao Yingluo; every shout makes Zhao Yingluo feel the heavy responsibility and expectations on her shoulders.
"Nine thousand years old!" the ministers shouted, the sound was deafening, echoing in every corner of the court.
This cry represents the future of the Song Dynasty, which is full of hope and confidence; this cry also represents the official beginning of Zhao Yingluo's era.
Zhao Yingluo sat on the phoenix chair, looking down at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground.
Her heart was filled with excitement and pride, but she knew this was just the beginning and the real challenge was yet to come.
After accepting the kneeling worship of the courtiers, Zhao Yingluo sat on the phoenix chair and glanced majestically at the ministers.
She took a deep breath and spoke slowly, her voice clear and firm: "Wang Shou'en, convey Gu's will. From today on, the name will be changed to 'Heavenly Grant', to show the world that a new dynasty has been established and everything will be renewed."
Upon hearing this, Wang Shou'en immediately bowed to accept the order, turned to face the ministers, and read out Zhao Yingluo's decree loudly.
His voice was loud and powerful, echoing throughout the court, allowing everyone to hear clearly.
As Wang Shouen's reading ended, the court hall fell silent.
The ministers looked at each other with inexplicable emotions in their hearts.
They know that from today on, the Song Dynasty will usher in a new era, an era that belongs to Zhao Yingluo.
Zhao Yingluo did not give the ministers much time to digest. She immediately announced the decision to deal with the civil servants and generals who were originally loyal to Zhao Gou.
Her voice was cold and decisive, like a sharp sword pointing directly at the hearts of those people.
"Gu Nian, since you have served the imperial court, you will not be severely punished today." Zhao Yingluo said, her eyes scanning the faces of those people one by one, "But since you can no longer stay in the imperial court, I will give you some Grace. Some of you will be demoted to local posts and continue to serve the orphans; while others will quit their official positions and serve the people and go home."
Upon hearing Zhao Yingluo's decision, those people suddenly turned pale, as if they had lost all their strength.
They know that their fate cannot be changed and they can only silently accept this cruel reality.
Among this group of people, Du Chong's fate was relatively good. Although he was demoted to Jiangzhou as magistrate, he at least retained some official positions and face.
When he heard the result of his treatment, he forced a smile on his face and thanked Zhao Yingluo: "I thank you, Lord, for your kindness."
Zhao Yingluo nodded slightly to express her approval of Du Chong.
She knew that although Du Chong did not participate in the murder of her, his power in the court should not be underestimated.
Demoting him to Jiangzhou can not only weaken his influence in the court, but also establish a magnanimous image for himself.
Time flies and another year passes. In the second year of Tianshou, that is, 1135 AD, the spring breeze was warm and everything revived. Zhao Yingluo has completely stabilized the court situation. She safely handed over the major affairs of the court to Lu Yihao and other senior ministers, and she took Chuntao, Luluo, Wen Boyuan and others to Hangzhou in plain clothes and incognito.
Along the way, the spring scenery was bright, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the waves of wheat were rolling in the fields, a scene full of vitality. Zhao Yingluo was in a good mood. She opened the curtain and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, her heart full of expectation and joy. It had been a long time since she had traveled so relaxedly, and it felt like she had returned to her girlhood.
Chuntao and Luluo were also very excited. They were chatting and looking at the scenery outside the window curiously. Wen Boyuan sat quietly aside, his eyes deep and distant, as if he was thinking about some important issue.
