Chapter 722: Chapter 722: Let Go of Him, Let Him Do It Himself!

"Mr. Liu, Beirong and Xue Country are watching us like tigers eyeing their prey. We must have a powerful king to lead this nation to prosperity and strength!

Currently, the enemy nations are watching us intently, yet our Emperor remains silent. Should we, the Da Liang Court, and even the entire Daliang Country, wait for His Majesty to recover at the cost of our lives?"

Wang Bo bowed again as he spoke, "Therefore, I must ask, are we to wait? If His Majesty cannot speak for a day, are we to wait for another day?

Then what if it’s ten days, a month, or even a year or two? Are we to keep waiting like this?

Even if we can wait, what about the enemy, what about the civilians? Can they wait?"

His words were so forceful and compelling that many found themselves at a loss for rebuttal.

Indeed, it has almost been a month, yet there is still no sign of Li Qingmu’s throat recovering.

This cannot continue; the people of Daliang cannot wait, and we, the ministers, cannot wait even more! 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Thus, I respectfully request Your Majesty to abdicate and let a capable person take your place. Even if we temporarily cannot find a ruler who can shoulder this heavy responsibility, at the very least, the power should be returned to the Princess!"

Finally, the truth was spoken; return the power to the Princess!

Isn’t this the real goal behind the incident? All this talk of abdication and granting power is just sugarcoating it.

"Presumptuous!"

Rong Si suddenly stood up, staring at Wang Bo, and said sharply, "Such audacity, who gave you the authority to speak such words? Who?"

"Replying to the Princess, I speak from the heart; no one is backing me. If I must say who is behind this, then the motive is the splendor of Daliang itself!"

You have to admire Wang Bo; his words are a complete set, entirely from the perspective of Daliang’s interests. Even if he said anything wrong, who would dare to bring it up?

To mention it would be an act of disloyalty to Daliang.

So after he finished speaking, even Li Qingmu couldn’t help but admire him; he spoke so well!

Indeed, several other agreeing ministers quickly chimed in: "Yes, Princess, although Daliang seems strong, in truth, it faces many enemies; to the Northwest is Da Rong, to the Northeast is Xue Country. It is said that the ice warriors in Xue Country are exceptionally formidable, impenetrable to sword and spear, immortal and indestructible. Though only numbering a few thousand, they can sweep away tens of thousands of troops!"

Li Qingmu squinted, Xue Country?

This was the first time since arriving at Daliang that he heard someone voluntarily mention this term.

No, it should be this nation.

Xue Country, a mysterious and powerful nation, it is said to be perpetually covered in white snow and ice. At a glance, besides the falling snowflakes, nothing else can be seen.

Occasionally, a few scattered silhouettes pass by, and those who are lucky enough to be seen and rescued are either coming from Daliang and Da Rong, but they have lost their memory, becoming insane and foolish.

Or they completely vanish within the vast white snow, never to be found.

No one has been to Xue Country, and naturally, no one knows what it truly looks like. However, Daliang’s army once had a small-scale conflict with Xue Country, witnessing firsthand the strength of their army.

Truly a force that could defeat ten thousand enemies!

Such a terrifying country is enough to make one shudder just thinking about it.

As the minister’s words fell, others began nodding continuously, even discussing the mysteries and rumors surrounding Xue Country, making the court appear quite lively.

"Therefore, I respectfully request Your Majesty to abdicate and return power to..."

"Return power to the Princess, is that correct?"

Just as the minister tilted his head, preparing to clamour loudly, a calm, faintly cold voice suddenly emerged from above.

This voice had a magnetic quality to it, along with a slight hoarseness.

The hoarseness gave it a sense of timelessness, carrying traces of age.

Wang Bo’s tilted head suddenly paused, his face filled with astonishment as he looked up!

In this upward glance, he was met with Li Qingmu’s dark and inky eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of mocking ridicule!

Instantly, with a "thud," Wang Bo knelt!

"Your Majesty, I... I am guilty, I humbly beseech Your Majesty to administer punishment!"

The one who first stirs trouble is either a meritorious official, instrumental in establishing a dynasty, destined for a prosperous future as long as they do not deliberately court death, or they become a leading bird, first to be eliminated.

At this moment, Wang Bo felt like he was going to die.

No matter how much he calculated, calculated Rong Si would oppose, calculated the ministers would oppose, calculated that even the allies he had discussed beforehand would watch coldly, but he didn’t calculate that Li Qingmu... could speak?

Perhaps because he had been unable to speak for a month, Li Qingmu’s voice was indeed very hoarse, almost unrecognizable from his original tone.

Yet among them, who else could produce such a masculine voice but him?

Wang Bo was miserable; he knew he was finished.

As the first to leap out, thinking of getting Li Qingmu out of the way and later claiming credit, he failed, and the subsequent consequences were predictable.

Bowing his head and begging for mercy was already useless; Li Qingmu would definitely use him as a warning to others!

"Your Majesty, I am old, my eyes dim, my mind not sharp, and misspoke. I am willing to take my own life to apologize, but my aged mother, wife, and children at home are innocent. I implore Your Majesty to grant leniency!"

After speaking, Wang Bo put down his official hat and ceremonial tablet, preparing to crash into a pillar.

"Mr. Wang, don’t, don’t!"

"Mr. Wang, calm down..."

People around him rushed to stop him, even hugging him tightly.

"This old minister is guilty, this old minister is guilty, I am willing to die to repay the heavenly kindness!"

Wang Bo struggled as he spoke, appearing very devoted, but in reality, he was watching Li Qingmu’s expression.

If Li Qingmu furrowed his brows slightly, or his expression was tense, then there was hope; he could avoid dying, after all, who at his rank would willingly die?

He still harbored a sliver of hope, occasionally glancing at Li Qingmu’s eyes, however, all he saw was an icy chill!

Li Qingmu smiled, looking at the theatrical Wang Bo, and said, "Mr. Wang is truly loyal and righteous, so how could I have the heart to go against Mr. Wang’s wish?"

Afterward, he looked at the courtiers holding back Wang Bo and coldly said, "Let go of him, let him do it himself!"

Those courtiers wore embarrassed expressions, wanting to hold onto Wang Bo, but the Emperor had spoken, and they had to let go.

Instantly, Wang Bo, who initially wanted to stage a sincere old minister dying in earnest blood-stained court drama, was embarrassed.

With a dumbfounded expression, he looked around; his colleagues watched him with awkward expressions, and Wang Bo felt depressed.

Above, Li Qingmu’s eyes were full of mockery as he pointed at the pillar before Wang Bo and laughed, "Mr. Wang, now there’s no one stopping you, so go ahead, hmm?"

Wang Bo, "..."

Looking at the pillar with a pained expression, he took a deep breath, wanting to crash into it, but there was no one around now!

Just like motivation, when spurred once, it surges; twice, it wanes; thrice, it exhausts. Earlier, Wang Bo could crash forward driven by a wave of fervor, but now... it was gone!

His legs weakened, and he knelt down once more, "Your Majesty, this old minister knows my mistake, spare my life..."