The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1071: Useless stuff

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"Prince Rong, I'm afraid you are in the wrong position," Left Prime Minister Fang Zhonglian took the lead and looked at Prince Rong who was sitting on the throne with a sullen face. He pointed at the Grand Master's chair next to the dragon chair, and then He said in a deep voice, "This is where you, Prince Rong, should sit."

Since Lord Long Live fell ill, Prince Rong has been managing the affairs of state on behalf of the crown prince, and sits on this grand master's chair every day to attend court in the morning.

"Thank you, Prime Minister Zuo, for reminding me," Zhong Mingzheng pursed his lips and said, while looking at Ling Shi'an, he said slowly, "Come on, take the chair down. It won't be needed from now on."

"Yes, I obey." At that moment, Ling Shi'an came over and directly moved the Taishi chair, and then walked down the steps in three steps. Under everyone's surprised and puzzled eyes, Ling Shi'an walked through the hall, and then He threw the Taishi chair with a clang outside the hall, clapped his hands, and strode back under the gaze of everyone, standing next to Zhong Mingzheng again.

"Prince Rong, what do you mean?" Fang Zhonglian said with trembling lips.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Mingzheng leaned forward, looked at Fang Zhonglian's ugly face with great interest, and said calmly, "Useless things should be discarded so decisively, my king I remember that in the past, in the study room, the Prime Minister Zuo personally taught us princes this, what? The Prime Minister Zuo doesn’t remember it now? Is it because he is getting confused because of his age?"

"No matter how old I am, I still know what etiquette is!" Fang Zhonglian pointed at Zhong Mingzheng with a yellow and thin finger, and shouted angrily, "Prince Rong, why do you dare to be the dragon chair? Long live the Lord!" The dragon body is in good health. Why do you dare to sit on this dragon chair? Taking a step back, even if it is the long live Lord Long Yu's funeral, he should be the crown prince designated by the long live Lord. When he aspires to win the ninth five-year plan, the long live Lord has never given his preference. You are the prince, why do you sit on the Dragon Throne? What's more, the Long Live Lord is now in good health, and you can't wait to sit on the Dragon Throne. Aren't you cursing the Long Live Lord?"

"I cannot bear the serious crime of cursing the dragon body as the Prime Minister Zuo said. Moreover, I keep in mind my duty as a minister and a prince. Naturally, I dare not sit on this dragon chair easily," Zhong Mingzheng He said slowly, patting the handle of the chair gently and sighing, "If it weren't for my father's approval, how could I be so bold?"

For a moment, everyone in the hall was shocked, and then began to whisper to each other in a low voice.

"What do Prince Rong mean by these words? Could it be that Long Live the Lord has given his permission for him to sit on the dragon throne?"

"Impossible! Long live the Lord is not stupid, how can the dragon chair be made casually?"

"Isn't this obvious? Lord Long Live prefers Prince Yirong to be the crown prince. Now that Lord Long Live is in poor health and old, he has the intention of abdicating the throne."

"Seriously? But I don't think Long Live Master is someone who can easily delegate power!"

"Yes, even if Long Live Master wants to abdicate, Prince Rong cannot sit on the throne so rashly before he reaches the highest level!"

"Yes! The Prime Minister Zuo is right. He sat on the Dragon Throne so eagerly. Isn't he cursing Long Live the Lord's funeral?"

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Zhong Mingzheng looked at the chattering ministers below, his eyes swept across their excited and frightened faces, and finally fell on the face of Right Minister Zhao Changrong. Zhao Changrong nodded understandingly, and then took a step forward to stand side by side with Fang Zhonglian. He stood, then bowed and said: "If Long live the Lord has any will, please give it to His Highness, so that we can feel at ease."

Zhong Mingzheng glanced at Eunuch Xi, who had been standing respectfully beside him. Eunuch Xi was so busy that he bowed deeply to him, then took two steps forward, facing a group of ministers who were looking at him, He was so nervous that it was difficult to breathe for a while. This was a position he had never stood in before. This was the position his master Zhao Ruhai had always stood. Now, he finally stood in this position, replacing his master, just in an hour. Before, the master was poisoned by Hedinghong and was thrown into a mass grave...