Since then, such proverbs have continued to emerge across the country.

Finally, all civil and military officials took it seriously.

Finally, everyone turned to the Imperial Master's Mansion for help.

The Imperial Preceptor is in charge of the nation's destiny and can predict the future. And since Nanga came from heaven, he must be able to discern the mysteries of the heavens, right?

But Nanga hid himself away, closing his door to visitors and lying that he was in seclusion and would not be able to come out for six months.

Don’t you think this is frustrating? It’s so frustrating!

Unable to meet the national master, the ministers began to discuss who would be the most likely candidate if a woman really became emperor.

Everyone's first reaction was to Empress Shen Aoshan. After all, the emperor and empress were deeply in love, and the fact that Emperor Ze could leave his harem empty for Shen Aoshan alone and never take in another concubine showed how much he valued her.

But when everyone looked deeper, they realized that Empress Shen Aoshan's father, Shen Zhongyi, had long ago offended the former crown prince and was punished. Now that the Shen family was in decline, the empress, without her father and brother to rely on, had no support and no popular support. It would be illicit for her to ascend to the throne...

Besides, even if Emperor Ze was in poor health, they still had their son when he died. The little prince was now two years old, strong and healthy, intelligent, and extremely clever.

There's no reason to abdicate and let the mother take the throne. It's possible that she was ruling from behind the scenes.

With this speculation, officials began to encourage the women to actively enter the palace and befriend and flatter Shen Aoshan as soon as possible. No matter what, this woman must be the biggest winner. So it's right to flatter her as early as possible.

As if on cue, Zedi, who had been healthy for more than two years, suddenly fell ill.

He vomited blood and fell ill.

Can only stay in bed.

This news incited the princes (Emperor Dazhao's sons) and their retainers far from the capital. What a wise advice! Damn it, if a brother died early, leaving only a young nephew, then the throne should rightfully go to these uncles.

So, they began to plan and mobilize troops.

Before even entering the capital, they were already secretly fighting and eliminating dissidents.

Emperor Ze was very pleased with this; this was exactly the effect he wanted. Let them fight each other, preferably to the death or injury, so that the Xuanyuan family would no longer have a suitable heir. This way, it would be easier for Ling'er to ascend to the throne.

Emperor Ze was ill and unable to take charge. What was to be done? Everyone was waiting and watching.

Who would have thought that an imperial edict was sent to the princess's mansion, ordering Yan Miaoling, who had just been named the eldest princess after finishing her tour of inspection on behalf of the emperor, to take over the government.

Wow!

Another thunderclap.

At this point, the court officials finally realized something was amiss. Could it be that the so-called woman who became emperor was actually this princess of a different surname?!

The princes thousands of miles away were even more dissatisfied. What!!

The emperor's brother was ill, but instead of summoning them to the capital to serve as regents, he actually handed over the government affairs to a woman of another surname. What was he thinking? Is his brain full of shit?

From then on, the pace of planning accelerated. Not only did they submit petitions to the court all day long to find trouble, but some people even took the opportunity to rebel.

Haha, good, very good!

Do you think I, the emperor's uncle, am dead?

Xuanyuan Mingchen sneered. "As soon as the ghost soldiers appeared, those good nephews were beheaded. I was just worried I couldn't find an excuse to kill you, and you're courting death yourself."

What good is that? Absolutely not! He's not my nephew, why would I care about that? And they're calling it peace, justice, and the suppression of rebellion.

He didn't even need to report it to the court; he was beheaded. Isn't that crazy?!

He has the capital to be crazy.

Besides the Northern Army, which already had a strong reputation in the North, he was also the one who reorganized the Southern Army after its surrender. Two years later, his prestige within the army had spread far and wide.

The nephews and princes saw that this was not going to work. The uncle was obviously on the side of the eldest princess. If they continued to fight, they would be courting death.

Some staff members suggested, for example, "Seventh Prince, why not contact King Xiaoyao and ask him for help so that you can share the world together?" The Seventh Prince was the previous Seventh Prince. After a few years, he had grown from a teenager into a man.

My mother, Concubine Mei, and I have an irreconcilable hatred for the tragic deaths of my maternal grandfather's family.

It was destined that even if he was demoted to Ningguta and became a commoner, he would still be able to attract people with ulterior motives to join him, so that he could be used as a pawn and help them realize their dreams of wealth and glory.

After hearing the suggestion, the Seventh Prince nodded and said, "Well, what you said makes sense. To show my sincerity, I will go there in person immediately."

...

The Seventh Prince said, "Ahhhh!! Jiang Yutang, you bastard! I'm looking for Prince Xiaoyao, not you. What right do you have to detain me?!" The two were not much different in age and were of the same generation. When they were in the capital, Jiang Yutang had often clashed with him, then the Seventh Prince.

At this moment, it is really a narrow road for enemies to cross, and they will fall into a trap...

Jiang Yutang squatted beside the sack with a gloomy expression, "Haha, you want to see my father? What are you dreaming of? I haven't seen anyone for a year, and you want to see him? Who do you think you are?!" He slapped the pig on the head.

The Seventh Prince's screams rang out again, "Ah ...

Jiang Yutang wasn't lying. Ever since Prince Xiaoyao learned his son had fallen in love with Princess Deyan and wanted to marry her into the family, after he'd cried, made a scene, and even threatened to commit suicide, to no avail, he'd just fallen silent. Whatever, that's all. I'm going on a trip with the old beauty in my arms. I'll leave the family business to you, no matter what you do, you little brat! If there's nothing left, don't blame us for not trying to persuade you.

The couple were heartbroken, so they left secretly without saying where they were going. If it weren't for the handwritten letters during the holidays, Jiang Yutang would have been considered missing and reported to the police for help.

With Daddy away, Jiang Yutang has the final say. "Kill Xiao Zhang and hang him outside our city wall. Tell me this: if anyone else tries to recruit Xiaoyao Palace to rebel, this will be their fate!"

Oh my god!

How could this be possible? If you are neutral, just say so. Why did you kill the "envoy"? Even if the deal fails, there is still righteousness. How could you, the Xiaoyao Palace, act like this?

Upon hearing of the brutality of Prince Xiaoyao's palace, the court began to criticize it. Some even ran to Emperor Ze's bedside to cry. But when Emperor Ze held his forehead, he confessed the truth, "My dear ministers, you have misunderstood. This was not done by Prince Xiaoyao. Prince Xiaoyao had already submitted a memorial to me, saying he was going on a journey. This must have been done by the Crown Prince~"

"ah?"

"It turned out to be that scoundrel!"

"This...how can this be justified?!"

This was the minister's response.

As for the other princes who were secretly thinking, well, the Western Army and Xiaoyao Palace are tied together. Since Xiaoyao Palace is not strong enough, then there is no hope of winning over the Western Army.

It would be better to turn to the eastern navy for support.

For example, the Eighth Prince found the Southeast Navy General, a man in his forties, and promised him a high position, generous salary, glory and wealth. He was even willing to offer his uncle's beautiful sister as a concubine, hoping to get support.

Gongyi stroked his beard happily, "Okay, don't worry, Eighth Prince, I'll take care of it."

Who would have thought that just as they were sending the person away, the lights in the secret room would come on. In the darkness, a red figure sat unobtrusively on a chair, legs crossed, stroking his chin with a seductive smile. "Nephew, long time no see. Your uncle Lan Shang has a few words for you..."

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