Amid the salutes of gunfire from the south of the city, Zhao Ji proceeded with his coronation the very next day, with utmost disregard for anything else. Due to haphazard preparation, the entire ceremony was pervaded with a sense of rushed improvisation.
There had been plans to refurbish the Imperial Palace, but in the end, the only work done was barely repairing the collapsed walls of the courtyard.
Areas like the grand hall, which collapsed when Zhao Kai was injured, were left as they were, neglected and uncared for by anyone.
Zhao Ji was truly afraid, not of anything else, but that he would be driven out before he could have his coronation in the Imperial Capital and lose the throne.
To him, even sitting on that throne for just one day was a tremendous joy, something that could make him happy for a lifetime!
Without any hesitation, he thus held the grand ceremony, ascending to his destined position amidst congratulatory cheers and distant sounds of artillery fire.
