Ning Chen shoved Feng Qizheng away and backed off a few steps.
"Old Feng, stop messing around!"
Feng Qizheng blinked, then handed the dragon robe to Yue Congyun.
Just when Ning Chen thought he'd given up, Feng Qizheng suddenly lunged and wrapped him up around the waist, pinning Ning Chen's arms to his sides.
Feng Qizheng was born with a god's strength. Ning Chen struggled a few times but couldn't break free.
"Little Yue, what are you standing around for?"
Yue Congyun dropped the wooden box and hurried over with the dragon robe.
Ning Chen struggled with everything he had, but Feng Qizheng held on for dear life and wouldn't let go.
"Old Feng, stop messing around. Let go of me..."
Feng Qizheng grinned. "This isn't messing around. This is the one thing in his life Old Feng has gotten completely right!"
Yue Congyun draped the dragon robe over Ning Chen's shoulders.
Ning Chen said in a low voice, "Yue Congyun, I order you to take the dragon robe away."
Yue Congyun said, "Forgive me, my lord prince. This officer can't obey you this time... The Great Xuan needs you, and the people need you. Afterward, whatever beating or punishment my lord prince gives, this officer will accept it."
The yellow robe was draped on him! (TL Note: 黃袍加身, "the yellow robe draped on him." In 960, the general Zhao Kuangyin's officers threw an emperor's yellow robe over him at Chenqiao and proclaimed him emperor, and he founded the Song dynasty; the phrase has meant being made emperor by one's own followers ever since.)
Feng Qizheng shouted to the officers outside, "What are you all standing around for? Pay your respects to His Majesty!"
The officers in the courtyard dropped to their knees and shouted together, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Ning Chen's face was thunderous. "You, you..."
Before he could finish, a thunder of hurried, jumbled footsteps broke out.
Ning Chen looked toward the sound.
A crowd of common people came streaming into the courtyard.
Ning Chen froze on the spot!
The common people saw Ning Chen in the dragon robe…