Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

After more than a month of relentless horse riding, and of course, during this period, there were daily assassination attempts... Fortunately, this time Qin Ye was thoroughly prepared, so everything was completely different from last time.

He did not sustain a single injury, and even the entire team was intact.

Overall, aside from being a bit rushed, the journey went smoothly.

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Until they reached the outskirts of Beijing...

Since soldiers were not allowed to enter the city, they regrouped outside the city.

"My lord, you must be careful," the Think Tank wanted to accompany him.

However, according to the plan, he needed to stay outside the city to keep watch.

Qin Ye looked at him, "You manage everything here and primarily rely on the signals. Without my command, none of you should act rashly."

"Yes," the Think Tank’s expression also turned solemn.

Qin Ye no longer paid attention to him because he knew the Think Tank would arrange everything here properly.

He himself led a team of personal bodyguards directly into the city.

The city guards, upon seeing Prince Qin’s men showing the Token, hurriedly let them pass.

Qin Ye’s expression was stern as he entered the city, not diverting his gaze.

The size of his team entering the city was one hundred Jingwei, within a controllable range.

Additionally, two hundred Hidden Guards had already entered the city.

"My lord, look, those are people from the Imperial Palace," someone reported to Qin Ye about the team facing them.

Riding on a prized steed, Qin Ye squinted and looked over, then couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

If he remembered correctly, the eunuch leading them was clearly the Emperor’s chief eunuch.

"This humble servant greets Prince Qin."

Qin Ye looked at him expressionlessly, "Chief Xu."

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Prince Qin, the Emperor has sent this humble servant here to escort you to the Imperial Palace."

Qin Ye did not expect the Emperor to be so anxious... Was he truly in such a hurry to eliminate him?

However, things had progressed to this stage, and resolving them sooner was better since he disliked procrastination.

The group majestically set out in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Upon approaching the Imperial Palace, Qin Ye instructed others to stay behind, and he, along with two personal guards, entered the Imperial Palace on foot.

"Prince Qin, this way, please! The Emperor and all the senior ministers are in the Jinluan Palace."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye found it odd.

It was almost noon—why hadn’t they dispersed from the court session?

Could it be they were all waiting for him?

Though he thought this, he didn’t inquire about it from the chief eunuch and continued expressionlessly towards the Jinluan Palace...

As soon as he approached, a eunuch proclaimed, "The Emperor decrees, summon Prince Qin to appear with care."

Qin Ye entered the Jinluan Palace.

The court officials and various princes on both sides had quite complex emotions.

Especially those who had sent people to assassinate him, seeing Qin Ye still alive and standing filled them with immense hatred.

The old Emperor looked particularly frail and his complexion was dreadful—clearly a sign of someone whose health had deteriorated significantly.

His cloudy eyes looked at the kneeling figure, then he made a gesture.

The chief eunuch, Xu, who had somehow returned to the Emperor’s side, stepped forward.

He held a decree in his hand.

Everyone was baffled by this setup... How could the Emperor decide to read the decree without asking any questions?

Could it be that he was directly going to order... the death of Prince Qin?

This thought included all the watching princes.

If the Emperor had decreed Qin Ye’s death, then no matter how capable Qin Ye was, he would have had no choice but to die.

After all, it was well known that the Emperor disliked Prince Qin above all others.

The Princes and their factions, upon thinking of this... were uncontrollably excited.

Qin Ye hadn’t expected that upon his arrival, the Emperor would issue a royal decree, and his heart sank.

However, he did not panic outwardly.

"Prince Qin, receive the decree. By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Prince Qin, the legitimate son of Empress Hui Ren, possesses great righteousness and excels in both letters and arms... Hence, the throne is bestowed upon Prince Qin. Let this be respected!"

Everyone was shockingly stunned, hardly believing what they had just heard.

How could this be?

The Emperor had actually issued a royal decree to pass the throne to Prince Qin?

Even Qin Ye couldn’t help but lift his head to look at the person on the throne.

Why would the Emperor pass the throne to him? What did it mean?

Why could this be?

Not only did the ministers’ faces change, but the Princes who had recovered from their shock felt as if struck by lightning.

The most devastated was the most favored Prince.

"Father Emperor, is this decree a fabrication of this old slave? How could you possibly bestow the throne upon Qin Ye?"

"Bold! Is My will something you can question?" The Emperor, somehow gaining a surge in vigor, now radiated an unprecedented authority without displaying anger.

"My health is poor, and Prince Qin, being my legitimate son and born of the late Empress, if he is not qualified to be the Emperor, then who is?"

A single statement turned everyone pale.

At this moment, many sword-bearing guards rushed into the golden hall, nearly filling it completely.

Even outside the hall was crowded with fully armed elite soldiers.

With this sudden turn of events... what was there for all the court officials to not understand?

It turned out that the Emperor’s dislike for Prince Qin was false; he had always been using extraordinary disdain to protect Qin Ye, who was alone and lacked support.

Thus, the ultimate winner was the Emperor.

Even if the Emperor was inept, he had uniquely safeguarded Prince Qin’s growth.

Sending Prince Qin to the border to fight battles, allowing him to be chased by several Princes, cutting off Prince Qin’s food and pay in Beijing... was all this a blind eye technique?

Was it also a form of tempering for Prince Qin?

Everyone who realized this turned deathly pale.

Moreover, with today’s display of force, who could resist?

It was feared that at the slightest move, the Emperor would not hesitate to order their execution.

The Emperor didn’t look at anyone else.

His murky gaze, complex and profound, now turned to Qin Ye, "Prince Qin, will you not receive the decree?"

Chief Xu immediately held up the royal decree and approached Qin Ye, "Prince Qin, please receive the decree!"

Qin Ye took a deep breath, then reached out and took the royal decree.

He stood up and walked resolutely toward that supreme position.

Once he was standing in front of the old Emperor, the latter finally slowly spoke, "This empire is now entrusted to you!"

After saying this, he got up and slowly left with the support of the eunuchs... nothing more was said.

Prince Qin watched the departing figure, unable to articulate his feelings.

He had thought the Emperor disliked him the most, yet unexpectedly, the Emperor had directly passed the throne to him.

Setting aside these emotions, he turned and took his seat without hesitation on that coveted throne.

Chief Xu did not leave; he was the first to kneel on the ground, "Greetings my King, may the King live for ten thousand years..."

The ministers and Princes in the hall... even if they were unwilling, could do nothing now.

They were forced to kneel, "... long live the Emperor, long live, live forever..."

Qin Ye glanced over them, then slowly uttered a few words, "My officials, rise!"