I Can Control My Ancestors-Chapter 368 - 34: Golden Blade Broken, Gu Clan Qilin Scion (Part 3)
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Time flew by swiftly.
Yang Jian’s name became increasingly renowned across the entire world.
—Great Han’s King of Sui.
This title brought about an oppressive feeling that even surpassed that of the Liu family feudal lords.
Three years!
He took only three years to sweep away all of the Liu family feudal lords within Northern Han.
Throughout the Northern Dynasty, he solidified his identity completely.
Not an emperor, yet greater than an emperor!
He shattered the Liu family’s illusion, showing the world through his actions just how incapable the Liu family truly was.
Everything was just as he said.
Among the Liu family feudal lords of the north and south, there was not a single hero.
Cause and effect manifested vividly in such moments.
The Great Han stood for over six hundred years.
Until after Emperor Li.
The world has been in chaos since then, and the Liu family has enjoyed too many extraordinary privileges, dooming them to today’s outcome.
Meanwhile, Yang Jian never ceased spreading rumors.
Rumors belonging to him, Yang Jian.
What he wanted to do was evident without words!
"Yang Jian’s intention, everyone knows."
Not only within Northern Han, but even within Southern Han, various rumors had already spread,
regarding Yang Jian’s rise.
The Liu family feudal lords of Southern Han naturally were unwilling.
But by now, they had no mind to concern themselves with Yang Jian’s ambitions.
The title of King of Sui was like a button, completely unleashing the long-dormant ambitions of the people.
If even Yang Jian could achieve it, why not us?
What is the point of supporting the Liu family feudal lords?
Prophecies and superstitions are like this.
Before anything happens, such beliefs could place great constraints and instill fear. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
But once everything is shattered and nothing happens,
prophecies and superstitions become utterly ineffective!
Various feudal lords rose in succession.
Until now, it seemed the entire world returned to its normal state.
Returned to the era of feudal lords rising together, the era of heroes contending for supremacy.
War broke out again.
The vulnerability of the Liu family feudal lords once again astonished everyone.
Faced with the rising feudal lords, they wished to suppress them but had absolutely no means.
Some feudal lords even emerged from within their own ranks.
This also was an unparalleled opportunity for Yang Jian.
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Northern Han.
Yang Jian, with a long sword at his waist, slowly headed towards the Imperial Palace.
A group of soldiers followed behind him.
Faced with this scene, no one in the entire palace dared to stop him.
Wherever Yang Jian walked, whether palace maids or officials, or even the palace guards, all knelt without the slightest hesitation.
Entering the hall with sword and boots—
He encountered no hindrance all the way.
At this time, it was the early morning court session in Northern Han. Emperor Liu Rui, seeing Yang Jian getting closer, was filled with fear in his eyes.
Even his body trembled faintly.
Years of control had completely crushed his spine, leaving him without the slightest thought of resistance.
In fact, before, he wouldn’t have been so afraid.
But this time was different.
Because some officials had already suggested that he abdicate in favor of Yang Jian.
The Great Han... was about to perish at his hands!
Step... step... step...
In the silent hall, Yang Jian’s footsteps were extraordinarily loud.
His expression was exceedingly calm.
He walked straight into the hall, passing through the officials, and bowed slightly to Liu Rui: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Without waiting for Liu Rui’s response, he directly stepped over the white jade stairs to a position that belonged solely to him.
Only slightly lower than the Emperor!
The morning court began.
Liu Rui sat as if on pins and needles, constantly glancing at Yang Jian.
And the first matter the officials raised, it was none other than the matter of abdication.
With Gao Jiong signaling to someone beside him with his eyes,
Someone stepped forward, loudly declaring, "Your Majesty, I dare to speak, Your Majesty."
"In the past eight hundred years, Great Han has upheld heavenly principles; Grand Ancestor wielded a three-foot sword to stabilize Guanzhong, Subsequent Ancestor revitalized Heluo’s vigor, Middle Ancestor linked with Gu Clan to maintain imperial order with holy virtues matching the heavens, and divine might to save the world."
"However, the Celestial Mandate is ever-changing and depends solely upon virtue."
"Now Your Majesty inherited a grand enterprise intending to illuminate ancestral achievements—alas, the misalignments of yin and yang, disasters and calamities recurring:"
"Now the Emperor Star of the Supreme Palace is dim, and a new star shines brightly in the Purple Palace, signifying Guanlong;"
"Last year Luoyang’s ground cracked thrice, Black Water surged forth, a prophesy said this is ’The waning of Earthly Virtue, the rise of Wooden Fate.’"
"Children everywhere chant ’The golden sword breaks, the Yang branch thrives,’ elders all say this verifies the cycle’s end of the Five Virtues."
"I observe Lord Yang of Sui, endowed with the spirit of mountains and rivers, favored by Haotian:"
"Sweeping the six towns like the wind sweeping away clouds, reuniting the divided nation under royal influence."
"Reinstate well-field systems to stabilize the people, establish imperial examinations to promote the virtuous, comparable to Duke Zhou setting rites, Xiao He establishing laws;"
"Last year at the eastern hunt on Mount Tai, a yellow dragon appeared at Gu City, holding jade tablets, proclaiming the Wooden Virtue replaces Han, and the Yang clan receives the mandate."
"This is Heaven’s will."
"Once Tang Yao ceded to Yushun, not for private ends, but to align with Heaven’s decree;"
"Although the Han Dynasty is sacred, can it defy the cosmic order."
"If Your Majesty emulates the Holy Ones, surrendering the Divine Artifact to the virtuous, then: Heaven’s will is aligned, and the people find peace."
The resonant voice echoed throughout the hall.
As his words fell.
One after another, figures stepped forward, kneeling before Liu Rui on the dragon throne.
"We implore Your Majesty to emulate the Holy Ones, surrendering the Divine Artifact to the virtuous!!!"
"We implore Your Majesty to emulate the Holy Ones, surrendering the Divine Artifact to the virtuous!!!"
"We implore Your Majesty to emulate the Holy Ones, surrendering the Divine Artifact to the virtuous!!!"
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This resounding cry was like a verdict from Heaven, utterly declaring the demise of the Great Han.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
Liu Rui looked at those present and then at the expressionless Yang Jian beside him, finally understanding everything.
