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Ever since Zong Huan ascended the throne, the position of empress had always been up in the air. Now that the dust had settled, the people were happy. Even though there were some bad rumors about the Phoenix Lord, under the deliberate whitewashing by the court, he had been reborn.

The snowflakes were still falling, and it seemed to be getting worse. Zong Huan held the little boy's hand tightly, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated. He never believed in fate, only that man could conquer nature.

Now, his treasure was firmly in his hand. He was the emperor of the world, the most honorable and powerful existence in the world. Who could do anything to him?

= = =

The ceremony of the coronation ceremony was very complicated. After worshipping the ancestors in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, they still needed to go up and worship the heavens. The ceremony was held on an open platform for two reasons. One was because the position of the phoenix had an owner, so it had to be reported to the heavens. Two was to pray for good weather and for peace in the Jin Dynasty.

When they went up to worship the heavens, they couldn't have palace servants following them. Naturally, no one held an umbrella to shelter them from the wind and snow. Zong Huan protected Su Yang in his arms and walked forward step by step. At this time, there were hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling below the platform, as well as tens of thousands of people outside the palace. They were all facing the direction of the palace and praying with pious hearts.

This ceremony was no doubt solemn and sacred. Su Yang could feel the reverence of the people below the platform for the gods and the imperial power. This atmosphere could easily affect others. Even he couldn't help but look dignified.

Zong Huan thought he was nervous, so he squeezed his soft palm to comfort him. The two held each other's hands as they stepped onto the highest point.

Because it was a ceremony to worship the heavens, the offerings were very sumptuous. Three incense sticks were neatly placed in the center of the table, covered with thick silk. Zong Huan brushed away the snow on the silk and lit the incense sticks. The hazy white smoke spread in all directions, and the air was filled with a faint incense smell. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was a smell that made people feel at ease.

Zong Huan inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner. His face was expressionless. He turned around and walked to the side of the platform. He slowly said to the people below the platform, "By the will of the heavens, Tong is a humble and wise person. Today, he is conferred the title of Phoenix Lord. He will live with me and be in charge of the Phoenix seal and the harem."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sudden clap of thunder, powerful and resonant, passing through the wind and snow into everyone's ears.

The civil and military officials below the stage all cheered in unison. The tens of thousands of imperial guards in the imperial city all bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, saying, "Long live His Majesty, long live the Phoenix Lord." The momentum was so mighty that it shook the heavens. The entire imperial city was enveloped in this joy.

At some point in time, the drifting snow finally stopped its disturbance. A splendid multicolored light appeared in the east. In an instant, the light was boundless. The wind and snow retreated, and the multicolored light of dawn filled the sky. It was as if a wedding gift was being presented to the newlyweds.

"Zong Huan, I'm so happy. I like being your wife, and I like having you as my husband. Although you can be very bad sometimes, you've been by my side for so long. I really feel that you're very good …"

Once, the little drunkard in his arms said this. But now, even if he was drunk again, he probably wouldn't rely on him in the slightest.

Zong Huan pulled Su Yang into his arms and whispered in his ear, "Bao 'er, from now on, zhen is your husband. Zhen will cherish you with his life and won't let you down again."

He was so sincere in his confession, but the little guy in his arms only pushed him hard. He didn't push him away, so he anxiously said, "What are you doing? Many people are watching. Let go of me …"

Zong Huan didn't speak, nor did he let go of him. But his lips were stained with a touch of bitterness. He once completely owned this boy, but he didn't cherish him. He greedily wanted more, but in the end, he pushed him further and further away.

When it came to matters of the heart, it was the most difficult to test.

If possible, he only wanted to return to the day of the ancestral worship. When Zong Xu appeared in the phoenix carriage to take away his boy, he descended from the sky and became a matchless hero. He firmly protected his sweetheart in his arms, not allowing him to suffer the slightest harm or grievance.

= = =

After the coronation ceremony, Su Yang's life didn't change much. It was just that he had his own Feng Luan Palace, so he didn't have to live under the emperor's roof. Zong Huan, however, stayed at his place every night and refused to leave.

When this man threw a tantrum, he didn't have the demeanor of an emperor. Without saying anything, he crawled into Su Yang's bed. No matter how much he was beaten or scolded, he refused to move. Su Yang gave him the bed and went to the side chamber to rest. Zong Huan hugged the quilt and chased after him.

The palace servants of Feng Luan Palace were not as well trained as Chengqian Palace. Seeing this situation, they almost fainted on the spot. There were many rumors about this Lord Phoenix among the common people. He had long been described as miraculous, but they never expected that the way these two interacted would be like this. Even if they told others, no one would believe them.

No one would believe that the revered emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty was actually a henpecked man. Not only was he disliked by the Feng Luan daren in every possible way, but he still persistently came forward. He could be called a model of shamelessness. It was really an eye-opener.

At night, Zong Huan stayed at Feng Luan Palace as usual. Su Yang had long been helpless against him. He could only do his own thing and treat him as air.

He brewed a pot of tea. A clear fragrance wafted out from the purple clay pot. Zong Huan took the initiative to pour tea into a cup. After drinking it, he still pretended to be obedient. He praised, "The fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, refreshing the mind. Bao 'er's tea brewing skills have improved."

Su Yang didn't know that the emperor and scoundrel could be equated. He angrily glared at him.

Zong Huan was glared at by that pair of watery almond-shaped eyes. Unexpectedly, his heart beat faster. These days, Su Yang was no longer as cold as before. Occasionally, he would respond to him. Although most of the time, these responses were disdainful, but it was enough for Zong Huan to be happy.

He smiled and put down the cup. From behind, he took this little thing into his arms. Recently, he liked to talk to Su Yang about his childhood. He deliberately skipped over those embarrassing experiences and only picked out those interesting things to talk about. Su Yang didn't dislike listening to stories and always listened to him patiently.

"Yesterday, we talked about how we liked to read when we were young. We often sneaked to the top floor of the library to look for books to read. Once, we met a strange old man. His hair and beard were all white, and he wore tattered clothes. He looked like an old beggar in the capital. He asked us what books we liked to read. We said the art of war. He laughed and said that he had the most exquisite art of war in the world, but he wouldn't easily show it to others unless we took him as our master …"

He suddenly stopped talking. Su Yang raised his eyes to look at him, using his eyes to urge him to hurry up and continue.

Zong Huan pointed to his lips and coaxed, "Bao 'er, give us a kiss. We will continue."

Su Yang naturally wouldn't kiss him because of this. He pushed him away and was about to leave. However, Zong Huan grabbed him by the waist and kissed him forcefully. He licked his lips as if he had been cheated and said ambiguously, "So sweet."

Su Yang's eyes lit up. He scolded, "Stinky scoundrel."