Chen Daoyu was the new emperor's cousin, and the new emperor's mother was Chen Daoyu's aunt.

Before becoming the crown prince, he was the old emperor's fourth son.

The old emperor had six sons, and he was the most mediocre one.

When the princes grew up, the old emperor began to prepare for the appointment of a crown prince. There were many different opinions and several forces formed in the court.

No one thought it was him, not even himself.

Until the young man Chen Daoyu stood in front of him and said to him: "I will help you."

Later, in order to hide his incompetence, Chen Daoyu sent him various poems and essays.

The prince took the poems and policies written by Chen Daoyou and gradually showed his brilliance. He was recognized by the emperor in the court. With the support of the Chen family, he was made the prince.

Chen Daoyu was not interested in the throne, he just wanted to be a powerful official and strengthen the Chen family.

If there is only one person that the new emperor can trust without reservation, that person is Chen Daoyu.

"I heard that the exiled General Zhenbei once passed through Jincheng..."

The old minister's eyes were cold and pointed straight at the emperor like a sharp needle.

The emperor came back to his senses and angrily shouted, "Why should I report to you what I am doing? General Zhenbei passed by Jincheng, what does it have to do with me? Elder Song, you openly mentioned the guilty minister in the court, do you want to be exiled like the guilty minister?"

At the end, his words were threatening.

The old minister was not afraid at all. He bowed and stepped back, saying loudly, "I am just afraid that when the cunning rabbit dies, the good dog will be cooked! It's disheartening!"

As soon as these words came out.

The court fell into deathly silence.

Song Yuanlao was a tough nut to crack in the Beijiang court.

He is not afraid of aristocratic families or power. He says what he thinks and never flatters others.

He lived alone all his life, without a wife or children, and worked hard for Beijiang all his life.

Every emperor loved and hated him, and dared not hit him or scold him.

He was afraid that he would be killed in the court because of a disagreement, and he was afraid that he would be criticized to death by the censors and people in the future.

The emperor gnashed his teeth, his eyes reddened, "Come here, drag him out and execute him! Execute him immediately!"

He is not afraid of anything. He will kill anyone who makes him unhappy!

He is the emperor, the supreme ruler!

Song Yuanlao straightened his back, took off the official hat on his head, and placed it on the ground neatly.

On the first day of the prince's accession to the throne, he knew that he would be executed by the prince because of his political differences.

He saw some dark things and couldn't pretend to be blind.

Outside the court, the sun had just completely emerged from the clouds. The dazzling sunlight shone on the exquisite and elegant glazed tiles, refracting brilliant halos of light.

Elder Song said sternly: "Song Zhen, I have no regrets in this life!"

"etc!"

Lu Yinli hurried over and shouted, "Your Majesty, you can't do that! Before Imperial Master Yu left, he said that Your Majesty cannot see blood within three months of ascending the throne. If you kill Elder Song now, I'm afraid it will affect the fate of the country."

Officials in the court who had been under the care of Mr. Song Yun also pleaded for mercy.

The emperor rubbed his temple and said, "Remove him from his post and demote him to a commoner."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The emperor yawned and said, "Anything else? I'm a little tired today. How about we speak another day?"

An official stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have something important to report! According to the news from Ningzhou, Chen Daoyu, who was exiled a few months ago, led 3,000 elite soldiers of Ningzhou to Wuming Mountain and then disappeared mysteriously. It seems that they were all dead, and the Ningzhou prefect was also suddenly killed........."

The emperor's face turned pale. "What did you say? Say it again?"

The official repeated, "Chen Daoyu led three thousand elite soldiers from Ningzhou to Wuming Mountain and disappeared mysteriously..."

"Chen Daoyu is missing? Dead?" The emperor looked mad, roaring like a demon: "Impossible! Check it out immediately. If he's alive, we must find him. If he's dead, we must find his body!"

After saying this, the emperor spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back heavily.

The people in the court were instantly in chaos, with noise and crying everywhere.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"

Amid the noise, Lu Yinli walked out of the majestic court.

Looking around, the square paved with white marble is vast and broad. On the long stone steps, a hunched back is walking, lonely and desolate.

Lu Yinli hurried over and said, "Master Song, you walk really fast."

Song Zhen lifted his eyelids and took a look, his voice hoarse, "I remember you. We had a quarrel a few days ago over the issue of officials retiring."

Lu Yinli smiled like the bright moon and the gentle breeze, "Seven years ago, here, you also gave me advice on the policy regarding floods in the south of the Yangtze River. I should call you teacher.

The cattails and willows fall in autumn, while the pines and cypresses grow stronger after frost. In Yinli's opinion, you are like the pines and cypresses in the wind and frost, which grow greener with time.

Song Zhen laughed, "It's great that you remember me."

After saying this, he looked up at the distant sky, his eyes showing no lingering feelings but only relief.

He deserves to die.

He has worked hard for Beijiang all his life. Now that he has taken off his official hat, what is the value of living?

Lu Yinli looked anxious, and grabbed Song Zhen's sleeve without caring about his manners, "Sir, don't have such thoughts, this dynasty still needs us!"

Song Zhen shook his head, "No need."

"No!" Lu Yinli raised his voice, "Sir, you are extremely talented, but Beijiang is not worthy of you. Just wait for three years!"

This is quite outrageous.

Song Zhen frowned.

Lu Yinli's heart was pounding.

After a moment of silence, Song Zhen raised his eyes, his gaze clear, "Okay. Then Zhen will stay for three years!"

After saying this, he left in a dashing manner, holding his official hat.

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