"Hold on."
Zhuge Longsu suddenly bellowed, "My lords, let's not forget that there are other princes at this moment. The late Emperor favored the Eighth Prince the most, thus having him succeed to the throne would be an excellent choice. My lords, do not forget the late Emperor's grace!"
The late Emperor's grace? Sorry, whether the late Emperor did it willingly or not, the moment he nearly blew us to pieces, his grace was gone.
This was the thought in the minds of many officials present.
Of course, such thoughts could not be voiced aloud.
Feng Jiu, hearing Zhuge Longsu's speech, also secretly sneered. Fortunately, this situation had been anticipated.
"The late Emperor's esteem and affection do not justify handing over the throne of Great Zhou to someone unworthy."
An aged voice gradually filled the space as an elderly man with white hair entered the Taihe Palace.
"Imperial Uncle, how come you are here?" Feng Mingxiao asked with concern.
