Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

With a voice identical to that of Emperor Jin Ming and that equally identical face, along with Zhu Zhong’s explanation, the group of ministers could no longer doubt that he was not the true Emperor Jin Ming. They all knelt down, touching their heads to the ground. "We, your ministers, pay our respects to the Emperor. Your safety brings fortune to us and blessing to the world!"

"Zhongqing, rise!"

Emperor Jin Ming still had residual poison in his body and was very weak, his voice frail.

Prime Minister Ning tearfully kowtowed, "Your Majesty, it’s good that you’re safe. Please issue an edict quickly to arrest that patricidal traitor with wolfish ambitions, to rectify the court’s standards!"

"No, it’s not possible, he’s fake, he’s not my Imperial Father, he’s an actor brought in by King Qin, you all mustn’t believe him..."

Nangong Shi pointed at Emperor Jin Ming on the throne, continuously denying his legitimacy and trying to convince others to believe him. "How can someone come back to life after dying? I saw Imperial Father take his last breaths, this person must be a fraud..."

Nangong Yi said with a cold smile, "Your Highness, do you think you’re the only one with eyes? Can’t the group of ministers in this hall distinguish whether the Emperor is real or fake? Even now, you refuse to repent to Imperial Father and try to confuse others; you truly are incurable!"

After hearing this, The Prince laughed loudly, "Third Brother, do you take me for a fool? Even if I were willing to admit my faults and apologize to Imperial Father now, would he forgive me? Rather than that, I’d prefer to be labeled a treasonous traitor with a clean conscience."

Having said that, he shouted loudly, "Where are the Imperial Guards?" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet