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If in the future, Gong Jiu was really willing to treat Shang Qiuyuan as if he were his own, and even passed the throne to Shang Qiuyuan, then Shang Qiuyuan would be the most respected King of Nanke, and they would also prostrate themselves at his feet and hold his breath.

Some began to look at Shang Qiuyuan with reverence. Perhaps they could despise him and look down on him in their hearts, but in the face of absolute power, they could only bow their heads in submission.

The handsome face revealed a deep smile. Did he agree? Agreeing so quickly without the slightest hesitation. Could it be that he was a person who had forgotten everything and was passionate about gaining power?

Instantly, his expression returned to its original gloominess, and he revealed a smile. "Are you truly willing to be this king's son?"

Shang Qiuyuan respectfully bowed to Gong Jiu eight times. In front of everyone, Gong Jiu had already spoken, accepting him as his son. Now that he had done so, there was no longer any reason to go back on his words. Whether or not Gong Jiu sincerely took him in as his son, or whether it was a feint, it could no longer be changed.

He kneeled on the ground and raised his head to look at the nine heavens with a resolute gaze. His goal was to destroy Feng Yuan and cause the Feng Clan to disappear from the five kingdoms. Only this way would he be able to comfort those heroic spirits in the sky and dispel the hatred in his heart.

In order to achieve this goal, he did not care about his reputation. How could he care about the opinions of the courtiers and officials of the Southern Champion Court if he surrendered to the Southern Champion?

However, it would be difficult for him and his five thousand children to achieve this goal. Even though the princes wanted to win him over, their goal was to ascend to the throne of the emperor. And he, would not support any other princes of the Feng family.

If he wanted to achieve his goal, he could only rely on his powerful backing. What he had always relied on was the Southern Champion Emperor Huo Ni Lin.

Right now, the Fiery-Scaled Tiger could not be sick, and the one leading the army was the King of Shoulder. He was also under the control of the King of Shoulder. If he refused the Shoulder King, then perhaps he wouldn't even be able to enter through the fertile gate. He would hate Fengyuan and would never have another chance.

Shang Qiuyuan had long understood this point. Only by obtaining the trust and support of the nine heavens would he be able to achieve his goals.

Shang Qiuyuan's gaze intersected with Gong Jiu's, and within those calm and clear eyes, there was a faint feeling of indescribable pain. A head of silver hair entered the eyes of the palace's Nine Heavens. Suddenly, he seemed to understand some of Shang Qiuyuan's feelings.

"I am indebted to father's love for you. Your son is willing to be father's son. This can be seen from the world."

"Haha …"

Gong Jiu laughed heartily and walked down from the tiger skin gold chair. He reached out to grab hold of Shang Qiuyuan and helped him up, "From today onwards, you and I are father and son. There is no need to be courteous anymore. This King is extremely happy today. Now that I have obtained Hu Zi, my wish is sufficient. "

"Congratulations, Your Highness. Congratulations, young prince."

He Mo was the first to walk over. After congratulating the nine heavens of the palace, he paid his respects to Shang Qiuyuan.

Shang Qiuyuan extended a hand to support He Mo, smiling as he said, "Sir He need not be overly courteous, I should have thanked Sir He for his guidance. royal father, why not hold a banquet today and have your son offer you a toast? "

The sinister light in his eyes lessened as he nodded with a smile on his face. He said, "What my son said is quite true. Today, a banquet will be held to celebrate the fact that I have a son."

The crowd hurried over to offer their congratulations and pay their respects to the young prince Shang Qiuyuan.

Even though they were unwilling and disdainful in their hearts, they did not dare to show it on the surface, and even more so wanted to respectfully and respectfully pay their respects to Shang Qiuyuan. How could they dare to offend the noblest young prince of the Southern Champion, who might one day inherit the throne of the Shoulder Emperor? Right now, this young prince was His Majesty's most favored general, the beloved son of the Prince Shun Jian.

"Congratulations, young prince. Today, I have acknowledged you as my ancestor, so you should give me your name so that I can inherit your family's property in the future."

A minister, seemingly respectful and cautious on the surface, but his gaze exuded a bit of disdain, meaningfully said these words to Gong Jiu. Instantly, the hall went silent once again. Letting Shang Qiuyuan change his surname was no different from scolding him, who had forgotten his ancestral identity, in front of him.

Gong Jiu didn't look at that official, his gaze was fixated on Shang Qiuyuan.

There was still no trace of anger on his handsome and refined face. He lightly looked at the minister who had just spoken and smiled. He lifted his hand to pick up the silver hair before him and placed it on the back of his neck. How could such humiliation make him angry? When he decided to become the son of the Emperor Palace's son, he had already anticipated all sorts of humiliation.

He stood silently beside Gong Jiu. Since Gong Jiu Jiu was here, there was no need for him to say anything else.

"Yeah, prince has no children. Today, after taking him in, you should let him recognize your ancestors, and in the future, you should inherit his glory."

A few ministers also joined in. Shang Qiuyuan merely smiled as he swept his gaze over the ministers, not showing any signs of anger or shame.

For some reason, when those ministers saw Shang Qiuyuan's warm smile, their hearts actually turned cold, and they couldn't help but lower their heads.

"My son, what do you think?"

"I will listen to whatever father says. I have no objections."

So what if he was surnamed, in the Shang family, he was the only one who was still alive. If he couldn't take revenge, then how would he meet his own family members who had accompanied him in life and death? The Shang family was extinct, was the surname still important?

Shang Qiuyuan smiled. These people's knowledge and experience were shallow, did they really think that they would cause him to feel humiliated just by being like this?

Once he closed his eyes, those warriors and brothers who had accompanied him in life and death would appear in front of him. His wife and children would weep and look at him.

Gong Jiu's eyes flashed as he scanned the faces of the officials around him. There were his trusted aides, as well as some who were loyal to the Fiery Inverted Scale. Now that they heard that the emperor was gravely ill, many ministers changed their course of action and came to express their stance. Today, he was supposed to gather the officials to discuss matters in place of Huo Ni Lin and announce the arrival of Feng Yuan.

Of course, this was also to see how Shang Qiuyuan would handle this matter in front of the crowd.

As Gong Jiu's gaze swept across them, the officials all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at them. Upon thinking about how, right now, shoulder to shoulder, King Xian, Monk Qiuyuan, was already a father and son, and that they were, after all, outsiders, they all stopped speaking nonsense.

This kind of feeling of being revered by the crowd was something he liked. His gaze fell on Shang Qiuyuan, then upon everyone else, and he couldn't help but secretly shake his head in his heart.

Amongst the crowd, Shang Qiuyuan stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens. His outstanding appearance caused everyone to pale in comparison. A head full of silver hair further accentuated his extraordinary temperament. Despite all the chattering of the officials, his face remained unmoved as they looked at him with all kinds of expressions.

Although there were many people in the hall, they gave the palace a feeling. Shang Qiuyuan stood alone in the wilderness, and the people around him seemed to be very far, very far away.

His heart skipped a beat. He had felt this way a long time ago. Although there were many people beside him, they were far away from him. Even though he was in the middle of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, he felt like he was standing alone in the wilderness, far away from them.

At this moment, Shang Qiuyuan gave Gong Jiu such a feeling. Looking at the man in white beside him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy towards him.

He patted Shang Qiuyuan on the shoulder and said gently, "My son does not need to worry, the Fengyuan Finger can be broken in a day. Now, only a strand of your blood remains in the Shang family, and you will continue to burn incense for them in the future. In the future, royal father will help my son marry into a few more wives, which will also help him become a monk of the palace, and continue his bloodline. "

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They never thought that Gong Jiu Jiu would say such human words. The meaning of these words was clearly to view Shang Qiuyuan as his son. Although he didn't change his surname, he wanted to help the palace continue to burn the incense, and also gave him the privilege to help the Shang family continue to burn the incense.

"Thank you, royal father."

Shang Qiuyuan bowed and paid his respects to the palace's Nine Heavens. He was rather surprised that the palace's Nine Heavens could say such a thing. Initially, he had thought that Gong Jiu would make him change his surname to Gong, and become the genuine son of the Gong Family. It was a difficult thing to do, and even if he had prepared himself for it, it would be hard to accept.

"Father, in the future, if my son and I have a child, the first child, whether male or female, will definitely help Father reattach the joss stick. This son's first son is the grandson of royal father, and is the descendant of the Gong Family. "

Gong Jiu nodded with satisfaction and looked at Shang Qiuyuan with admiration. If it was the descendant of this person, he would definitely not be too weak, and he would definitely bring glory to the palace. The only ones left in the palace were him, the empress dowager, and the empress dowager. Now that they had received Shang Qiuyuan's promise, they could only hold out in consolation.

"The Gong Family, has finally found a successor."

Gonggong knew full well that Shang Qiuyuan was a man of gold. Since he had made a promise in front of all these officials, he would surely keep it in the future.

"Hahaha …"

Gong Jiujiu laughed heartily, as if he hadn't laughed like this in a long time, and hadn't been this happy in a long time.

"With a son like Qiu Yuan, This King is more than enough. Come, pass this king's decree. Today, we invite a banquet full of officials to welcome my son."

Yunmeng 345 years 9: 18. Nanyun Wang shoulder-to-shoulder with Shang Qiuyuan as his son, a great feast for the court's officials.

Yunmeng 345 September 20. Shang Qiuyuan had led three armies out of the capital and entered Fengyuan. In the name of cutting off the traitors and murdering their fathers, he had worked with several princes to the best of their abilities.

Fengyuan, originally named after the name of the Feng family, originally intended to inherit a thousand years of foundation, but now, in less than twenty years, it has been torn into pieces, with internal strife frequent.

The seventh prince of Fengyuan was originally not a descendant of the royal family, nor was he a crown prince. He was not the direct son, but was born from a concubine. The original crown prince of Fengyuan was the second prince, while the second prince was the direct descendant of the empress.

However, after Feng Wuji aged, he became infatuated with women and wine, and infatuated with his imperial concubine. Seventh Prince, he was the direct disciple of Mei Fei. Mei Fei had managed it for many years, and in the recent years, she had finally bewitched Feng Wuji, causing him to make up his mind to exchange for the Royal Heir.

Although Feng Wuji was old and indecent, he also understood that this action would arouse the opposition of the court officials and the princes. However, he could no longer refuse Mei Fei's charms. Furthermore, Mei Fei had used a scheme after a banquet to cause the Second Prince to lose his composure, allowing Feng Wuji to think that the Second Prince was trying to tease Mei Fei.

The Queen of Fengyuan suddenly passed away. Rumor has it that it was Consort Mei who secretly harmed her.

The elderly Feng Wuji, who doted on the Eyebrow Princess and loved her home and family, started to prepare to cripple the Crown Prince and make the Seventh Prince his Crown Prince, who would inherit the throne.

Because the ministers strongly objected, this matter was put on hold, and the matter of Shang Qiuyuan falling into a dangerous place was later depicted. The Seventh Prince's heart was anxious for the throne. He was afraid that another accident would happen, so he poisoned Feng Wuji to death and ascended to the throne that he had coveted for a long time. The pitiful Feng Wuji had toiled so hard for his seventh son that he ended up bleeding from his seven orifices and died from the pain of being killed by his beloved son and his beloved concubine.