The Slender Waist-Chapter 760 - 543 Critical Moment

The crying in the hall suddenly stopped.

The ministers, who were crying with bowed heads, one by one raised their heads to see the Prince of Yonghuai’s reaction.

The situation in the court was not complicated and could even be described as clear, so,

from the moment Emperor Tianshou passed away, this storm was destined to arrive, it was just a matter of how it would end, and everyone was waiting...

Pei Jue slightly waved his sleeve and took two steps forward.

He was tall and his gaze towards Ruan Pu was somewhat condescending.

"According to the Secretary, who is suitable to take up the great responsibility?"

Ruan Pu’s heart trembled slightly.

Pei Jue’s face showed no emotion, just staring blankly at you, but it felt like countless knives scraping the bones, making him inexplicably nervous, the words he had rehearsed thousands of times in his mouth came out with unusual difficulty.

"I believe, in terms of closeness, character, breadth of mind, virtue, and ingenuity, looking at the royal family, the Crown Prince of Zhuangxian is the best choice."

Pei Jue snorted.

Neither light nor heavy, it fell in everyone’s ears, yet felt like a heavy hammer.

The Crown Prince of Zhuangxian is Yuan Yue.

Ruan Pu’s words were as expected.

Pei Jue’s reaction was also anticipated.

This snort was enough to prove his disdain.

The faces of the court officials in the hall tightened, including Ruan Pu’s own...

The silence of the moment felt like an eternity.

Ruan Pu braced himself and asked: "Prince, what are your thoughts?"

Pei Jue said: "Unsuitable."

And looking at Ruan Pu, he blandly said: "The Secretary might be blinded by old age."

A dismissive comment made Ruan Pu’s cheeks feel slightly warm, he bowed and said in a lowered voice, "May I ask if the Prince has evidence for such a statement?"

Pei Jue did not look at him.

His gaze coldly shifted to the other people in the hall.

"The Princely Heir did not take care of the illness adequately, causing the late Emperor to pass away prematurely, is this not evidence?"

Ruan Pu’s face changed drastically.

Originally Yuan Shangyi was seriously ill, and Pei Jue ordered Prince of Zhuangxian to supervise the army at the front, while letting Crown Prince Yuan Yue attend to the illness in the palace...

But around the Emperor were all confidants of Pei Jue, Yuan Yue nominally attended the illness, but apart from the morning and evening greetings, and briefly seeing the Emperor from a respectful distance, he could hardly touch anything concerning the Emperor...

How could it be said that he did not attend to the illness adequately?

This is really a case of wanting to condemn someone without excuse...

Ruan Pu was indignant, but looking around, most people were lowering their heads, showing no intention of arguing with Pei Jue.

"Your Highness." Ruan Pu, with a stern expression, bowed once more, and then facing the direction of Yuan Shangyi’s coffin, he said loudly:

"What does it mean that he did not attend to the illness adequately? Could you please elaborate? I believe everyone here, just like me, is eager to hear the details."

Pei Jue squinted slightly and looked back once.

"The Emperor’s body is not yet cold, and it’s inappropriate to have disputes in front of him. Please move to Zhenghe Hall."

The ministers exchanged glances.

Ruan Pu’s certainty also began to waver.

Having worked together for many years, everyone knew Pei Jue’s character well; his calmness indicated he was well-prepared, this confidence...

Could it be that at this critical moment, the Crown Prince of Zhuangxian really did something?

Pei Jue’s demeanor stirred the emotions of the court officials...

Entering Zhenghe Hall felt perilous.

Everyone was tense.

Finding their respective seats in the hall, they waited.

Ruan Pu sat at the upper left, shook his sleeve, and coldly said:

"With hearts loyal to Dajin, everyone should observe clearly and elect a wise ruler."

Some responded loudly.

Some laughed awkwardly.

Some coldly snorted in disdain.

Stance determines attitude, attitude determines choice, and choice... it’s not just their own fate and career at stake, but also the rise and fall of their entire families...

Everyone was anxious.

Under each seemingly calm face was a heavy heart.

Pei Jue did not come.

After having people wait in Zhenghe Hall, he was still nowhere to appear.

Ruan Pu’s expression grew increasingly ugly.

The tea in Zhenghe Hall also lost its flavor.

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After offering incense in front of the spirit, Pei Jue watched Feng Yun, who was half-kneeling, and slowly grasped her shoulders to help her up.

Compared to the tension and oppression in Zhenghe Hall, it was relatively calm here...

Calm coffin.

Calm faces.

Feng Yun looked up at him, "The officials are still waiting, Your Highness should go quickly, I’ll stay here accompanying Ayuan..."

Pei Jue: "Aren’t you going to ask me anything?"

Feng Yun’s gaze lifted slowly, and she calmly shook her head: "In the face of this crisis, I believe you have your ways to handle it."

A visibly relieved look crossed Pei Jue’s face, "It’s good that you trust me."

His tall figure passed the white curtains, the sweep of his robe silent and stern...

Feng Yun did not speak.

Outside the door, a familiar voice was heard.