Chapter 11628 — Actually, He Just Got Lucky
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In any case, with Old Monster Gu reduced to this state, the great crisis facing the Han Princely House had finally been resolved.
Only one problem remained—the grand ancestral sacrifice formation.
Han Niansan looked at Wei Zhao and tried once more. "You truly won't take the Han King's seat?"
"Think it over carefully. Our Han Princely House has always been very open-minded about bloodlines. So long as you are willing to perform the ancestral sacrifice, all of us old fellows will acknowledge you, and we will never turn on you once you have served your purpose. You may rest easy on that point."
Wei Zhao was exasperated. "I truly have no interest. I told you, Chief Secretary Han is a fine choice."
Chief Secretary Han was startled and waved his hands again and again. "Brother Lin, don't make jokes at my expense. I'm not up to it."
Han Niansan snorted. "Useless! Who says you're not up to it? I haven't even said you're not up to it—what right do you have to be shirking and making excuses?"
"Huh?"
This time it was Chief Secretary Han's turn to be baffled.
The rest of the Han Princely House crowd also showed astonishment.
What did that mean? Was Chief Secretary Han really to succeed to the throne and become the new Han King? There had never been such a precedent before?
Even so, Han Jiechen had now been subjected to the soul-search art; even if he survived, he would be left an imbecile, and there was no way he could continue to occupy the seat of the Han King.
Apart from Wei Zhao, if one truly had to pick a successor from among the remaining candidates, Han Changshi really was the most suitable choice—bar none.
Anyone else would have found it hard to win the genuine submission of the Han Princely House's senior ranks.
Han Niansan wrestled with the decision a while longer, but seeing Wei Zhao's unwavering stance, he finally gave in and pointed at Han Changshi's nose.
"Fine, it's you then. Hurry up and perform the ancestral rites—from now on you're the Han King, so stop dawdling."
In the end, he had been thoroughly spooked by Old Freak Gu, and he feared any further delay would breed more trouble.
Dragging things out so defenselessly any longer, if some other dangerous figure were drawn in, the trouble would be enormous.
After all, the Inner Royal Court of today was vastly different from what it had been; old monsters like Old Freak Gu were hardly few in number.
Han Changshi, forced into the role willy-nilly, had no choice but to grit his teeth, complete the ancestral rites, and take his seat as the Han King.
Wei Zhao was naturally glad to see it.
If there was one person left in the entire Han Princely House he could still trust, it was Han Changshi alone.
Otherwise, if there were another round of fickleness and betrayal, even someone of his temperament would likely be moved to murderous intent toward the Han Princely House.
At last the grand ancestral rite formation opened, and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
It was then that Han Changshi suddenly spoke: "Old Ancestor, now that I have taken this seat, there is one matter I wish to decide on my own authority."
Han Niansan's eyelid twitched. "What matter?"
He had already stumbled badly over Han Jiechen; if Han Changshi started stirring up some new mischief the moment he took office, there would be no tears left to cry.
Han Changshi said gravely, "I wish to take it upon myself to invite Brother Lin to serve as the chief retainer of the Han Princely House."
Everyone was struck dumb.
Han Niansan's expression turned odd as well.
The man doesn't even think much of the Han King's seat—and you think he'll fancy your chief retainer post? Who do you think you are?