Chapter 11664 — The Ambitious Factions, Once Stirring Restlessly, Begin to Feel a Certain Fear
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With Wei Zhao's present strength, no one in the Inner Royal Court had the right to force him to kneel; but by the same token, as the one and only legitimate Son of Heaven in the Inner Royal Court—puppet though he was—the Zhou Son of Heaven absolutely must not kneel to anyone.
After all, he represented the dignity of the entire Inner Royal Court.
With this one kneel, a corner of the Inner Royal Court's sky came crashing down.
Looking at the Zhou Son of Heaven before him, Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes: "This manner of instruction, Your Majesty—I fear it is a little more than I can bear."
The Zhou Son of Heaven's move was undoubtedly meant to roast him over a fire before everyone's eyes.
Yet this was not the end of it.
Not content with kneeling in public, the Zhou Son of Heaven knocked his head straight to the ground.
Another outburst of shock and clamor erupted on the spot.
"This Wei Zhao truly deserves death! To trample the Son of Heaven to such a degree!"
Public opinion erupted in a storm of curses.
Before this, they had scarcely felt any affection for the Zhou Son of Heaven; most had regarded him with mockery and jest.
But all people harbor sympathy for the weak.
The Zhou Son of Heaven's performance now was undoubtedly rendering the image of a Son of Heaven trampled by a power minister in its fullest, most vivid form.
When all was said and done, he was still a Son of Heaven of his generation.
To force the Son of Heaven to kneel and kowtow before the entire court—just how rotten must this Wei Zhao be?
Wei Zhao's tone was faint, betraying neither joy nor anger: "What exactly does Your Majesty wish to express?"
The Zhou Son of Heaven raised his head, his tone utterly earnest: "That We resort to this desperate measure means We have truly been driven to the end of Our rope. We beg you to save the countless souls of the Inner Royal Court!"
Wei Zhao's eyelid gave a sudden twitch.
The assembled courtiers, seeing the scene clearly, likewise felt their eyelids leap in unison.
What on earth was going on?!
At some unknown moment, a pair of jet-black horns had sprouted from the Zhou Son of Heaven's forehead, and his pupils had turned pitch-black as well, with not a trace of white to be seen!
Someone cried out in shock on the spot: "Demon eyes and demon horns! The Son of Heaven has been possessed!"
At these words, the entire Inner Royal Court was thrown into uproar.
The Son of Heaven, possessed by demons!
This existed only in myth and legend, and signified an omen of peerless catastrophe!
Now even the grand figures of the various factions, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines all this while, began to lose their composure.
That the great upheaval of the new era would begin with the Zhou Son of Heaven was something many of them had anticipated; had it truly had nothing to do with him, that would have been the abnormal thing.
Even if the Zhou Son of Heaven were to drop dead in public today, they would not have been so shocked.
But for the Son of Heaven to be possessed—this was truly too great a matter!
Once the Son of Heaven was thoroughly possessed, the Zhou Son of Heaven himself was of course ruined, but the omen of catastrophe he brought with him was enough to drag the entire Inner Royal Court into an abyss of eternal ruin!
No wonder he had burned the Son of Heaven's jade seal, and fanned the flames to make the matter known to all.
The Zhou Son of Heaven was holding the entire Inner Royal Court hostage!
The great upheaval was indeed their opportunity; handled well, some among them might leap to the heavens in a single bound, and it was not impossible that they might even found a brand-new dynasty.
The problem was that once the great upheaval turned into a peerless calamity, it became an entirely different matter.
After all, when even survival was a tall order, what sense was there in prattling about founding a dynasty?
For a time, everyone began to feel the ground tremble beneath their feet.