Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress-Chapter 895 - 892: Outstanding Achievement

Murong Yan had more distinct and sharp features than Murong Yu, with a more rugged contour, exuding a strong masculine aura beneath his handsome appearance.

Especially those eyes, calm and profound, impenetrable in revealing emotions, emanating an imposing deterrent that made him appear tall and deep, preventing anyone from daring to approach, unlike Murong Yu, whose eyes always wore a gentle smile, naturally drawing people close.

Empress Yan called out to Murong Yan like Emperor Yan used to, "A Yan, come to your sister-in-law’s side..."

As soon as she spoke, Empress Yan’s nostrils flared, and tears involuntarily streamed down, the excruciating pain in her heart struck again, gripping tightly onto the silk beneath her, barely resisting the urge to faint.

Murong Yan responded by walking to her side, kneeling on one knee, remembering the image of a young girl when he first met her years ago. Now, she had silver in her hair, and looked utterly haggard, croaking, "Sister-in-law."

Since his brother’s passing, Murong Yan swallowed his grief and used forceful measures to suppress the noble families of Wei Kingdom seeking to foment chaos, but whenever idle, he couldn’t shake his sorrow, finding it hard to sleep.

Later, upon receiving a letter from Bai Qingyan, his insomnia eased slightly.

Today he came to see Empress Yan, having tidied himself up beforehand to avoid saddening Empress Ji once more, yet the deep red veins in his eyes betrayed Murong Yan’s burning agony within.

"These years abroad have made you suffer..." Empress Yan’s voice was extremely gentle; she wanted to reach out and touch Murong Yan’s hair like her husband used to but found her arm too weak to lift. She smiled hard at Murong Yan, "I know your brother must have passed the throne to you, His Majesty told me before, and I nodded in agreement."

Empress Yan let out a deep breath, "Ah Li is young and still immature, only by entrusting the throne to you can your brother rest in peace, but... I have my selfish desires too, hoping A Yan might fulfill them."

There was some guilt in Empress Yan’s voice as she looked at Murong Yan full of concern and asked, "A Yan, could you pass the throne to Ah Li in the future? Settling the matter of passing the throne between uncle and nephew... could this decision be made before you ascend the throne?"

"Sister-in-law, I never wanted the throne..." Murong Yan’s deep, dark eyes looked at Empress Yan, his gaze tranquil yet seemingly able to see straight into her heart, with an indefinable profundity, "Ah Li may be young but not immature, and no matter what... I will be there, paving the way... supporting him as he walks!"

Upon hearing Murong Yan’s words, Empress Yan broke into tears, tremblingly reaching out to squeeze Xiao Rong Yan’s hand, realizing she had wrongly judged him.

She understood Emperor Yan had chosen Murong Yan for the throne out of consideration for the Yan Kingdom, but as Murong Yu’s wife... she couldn’t bear to see the throne fall into someone outside Murong Yu’s lineage.

Unlike the far-reaching vision held by Murong Yu and Murong Yan, she was just a woman unable to bear seeing her husband’s legacy not inherited by his offspring.

"I’m sorry, sister-in-law!" Empress Yan sobbed apologetically to Murong Yan.

Murong Yan shook his head.

After comforting Empress Yan, Murong Yan exited Emperor Yan’s bedchamber, squinting against the harsh sunlight.

Feng Yao followed Murong Yan out, closing the palace door behind him, noticing Murong Yan standing with hands behind his back, eyes closed against the dazzling sunlight. Feng Yao softly called, "Young master..."

"Uncle Feng, it’s time for the funeral..." Murong Yan said with a hoarse voice.

"The Imperial Edict for young master to ascend to the throne is still with this old servant here." Feng Yao gazed at Murong Yan’s upright figure in profile, "This old servant believes that the young master should fulfill the master’s wishes and inherit the throne."

Murong Yan turned to Feng Yao and said, "Uncle Feng, bring the Imperial Edict, also summon A Ping and Ah Li, tell them I’m waiting at Lanfeng Pavilion."

Feng Yao respectfully complied, "Yes!"

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Lanfeng Pavilion was the palace Empress Ji resided in when she was in Kuangping, the old capital of Yan Kingdom. Dadu City’s Imperial Palace also had a Lanfeng Pavilion, though its name was changed long ago. There is a Lanfeng Pavilion in the Yan capital as well, all arranged exactly as it was during Empress Ji’s residence, identical to the one in the old Kuangping capital.

Murong Yan stood with the Imperial Edict in hand at the open window lattice of Lanfeng Pavilion, gazing at the blooming Haitang flowers in the courtyard.

The brilliant sun shone high, making the Haitang tree glisten, overlaying a golden sheen on the flowers clustered around the branches.

A breeze passed, and the gilded bronze bells hanging from the bamboo curtains tinkled lightly under the corridors, while Haitang petals fell with the wind onto the corridors below... on the window, landing at Murong Yan’s feet.

Upon entering the gates of Lanfeng Pavilion, Murong Ping and Murong Li saw their Ninth Uncle standing by the window, staring intently at the Haitang tree. The two exchanged a glance and quickly stepped inside.

Inside the hall, a few copper cranes lamps flickered, sheer curtains swayed lightly in the breeze, and scattered Haitang petals covered the floor.

Murong Ping and Murong Li circled around the landscape-painted silk screen, finding no palace attendants in the vast hall, while their Ninth Uncle held the late emperor’s edict in his hands, prompting them both to salute in his direction, "Ninth Uncle..."

Xiao Rong Yan uttered softly, turned to face Murong Ping and Murong Li, moved to kneel before the desk, setting the edict aside, gesturing for them to sit, "Since you’re here, let Ninth Uncle ask... between you brothers, who is most capable of bearing this great responsibility?"

Murong Ping was taken aback, his gaze landing on the edict in Murong Yan’s hand, "Ninth Uncle, the late emperor’s edict was for you to ascend to the throne."

Murong Li, having realized since Ninth Uncle had decisively dealt with Wei Kingdom’s royals and nobles, knew Ninth Uncle had no intention of taking the throne. Murong Li moved to kneel across from Murong Yan at the desk, looking seriously at him, "Ah Li knows, Ninth Uncle never intended to ascend the throne, but the late emperor entrusted the Yan Kingdom to Ninth Uncle for peace of mind, and we brothers ought to be your most reliable blades, aiding our Yan Kingdom in achieving a grand unification..."

Seeing his brother had calmed down, Murong Ping, too, moved forward, kneeling beside Murong Li, "We brothers accept Ninth Uncle ascending the throne willingly. Without Ninth Uncle... Yan Kingdom wouldn’t be what it is today, Ninth Uncle’s contributions are incomparable."

"If Ninth Uncle is wary that the extreme measures in Wei Kingdom might lead outsiders to perceive our monarch as tyrannical, Ah Li is willing to become Ninth Uncle’s blade from today onward..." Murong Li declared solemnly.

"My brother is too young! I shall do it!" Murong Ping clasped his hands towards Murong Yan, "It’ll be said that it was I who pushed Ninth Uncle to do those things back in Wei Kingdom!"

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