Volume 1, Chapter 250: The Emperor of Kyushu, Chaotianque.

All the ministers were seen kneeling on the ground.

The civil officials knelt on both knees and bowed with their five limbs.

The military generals knelt on one knee, placed one hand on their chest, and bowed their heads in salute.

The same is true for Chao Xiao.

The eldest sons of the nine provinces joined the army, and as the eldest prince he was the representative of the army.

At the same time, a cough was heard from behind the golden tent.

Then a person walked out.

The man was tall but somewhat thin.

The dragon robe looked a little too big for him.

The lips on that sharp-edged face were a little pale.

In a pair of sharp eyes, the pupils were a little dilated.

One can tell at first glance that he looks sick.

He has a body of eight feet tall, but looks thin and weak.

If Feng He and Ye Tingmu saw this person, they would be stunned.

Because this person's face is exactly the same as Feng He's, except that it looks a little more haggard and mature.

Even their heights are so similar.

It is not difficult to sigh at the things in the world. It is rare for a son to look exactly like his father, just like he has seen twins.

This person is the current Majesty.

Emperor of Kyushu: Chaotian Que.

He had entered the ninth level of the Saint Realm and was once a genius of the royal family.

At the age of 25, he ascended the throne by stepping on the corpses of his second and third brothers.

Although the Chao family is extremely talented.

However, there is no one like him who has entered the holy realm at the age of 25.

Even though his son Chaoxiao, known as a great talent in 1000 years, is now 23 years old, he is only at the peak of the extraordinary realm.

He was not weaker than him at all, but in other aspects, his eldest son was better than him.

He registered at the age of twenty-five, and reached the ninth level of the sainthood at the age of thirty-five, just one step away from becoming a saint.

This speed is still the best in the contemporary world in the East China Sea.

How high-spirited he was at that time.

The horse is addicted to riding on the sloping bridge, and the whole building is full of red sleeves waving.

A single punch can shake the world, and the heaven and earth are at your fingertips.

At that time, he was ambitious and wanted to draw his sword to cut off the curse of the Chao family in his ancestral land.

The curse that will last no more than three hundred years.

But in the end he still overestimated himself.

Not only did the magic sword not come out, the curse remained, and he was attacked by the magic sword and almost died.

However, since then, his health has been getting worse day by day.

He was constantly attacked by the evil energy in the devil's sword, causing his cultivation to stagnate.

Now he relies on taking elixirs every day to prolong his life.

He seldom attended the morning court, and state affairs were basically handled by the prime minister: Zhang Ruling.

He was too lazy and had no energy to care about the open and secret struggles between the third prince and the eldest prince.

He walked slowly into the hall and sat down on the dragon throne.

Then he coughed softly.

Then the cuffs of the dragon robe were lifted.

"Everyone, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

When all the ministers stood up, his voice was heard again.

Although he sounded a little weak and out of breath, the dragon's might was still there.

It still makes people feel scared.

"The court was originally scheduled for tomorrow morning. I'm sure everyone knows why I brought it forward."

From beginning to end, his eyes were always looking at the hall, and he never looked at Chao Xiao.

Chao Xiao always had a sad look on his face about this.

He has long been accustomed to this situation.

His father has been like this since he was young, and he treats all three of his sons the same.

He was only a father in name only, but he never cared about me.

His gaze would not even linger on the three brothers.

No one knows why.

In Chao Xiao's view, he was nothing more than a cold-blooded and ruthless king.

There was only a relationship between king and subject, not between father and son.

Zhang Ruling stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty, this is about the Fourth Prince's return to the capital."

Chao Tianque spoke again.

"That's right. My fourth son, Chao Yi, has returned to the capital. Fifteen years ago, he caused quite a stir. Some of you here have been pressuring me. Now that he's back, do you have any objections? If so, please voice them out now."

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other in amusement.

No one wants to answer such questions.

They can't afford to offend the current Fourth Prince.

"Why aren't you talking......"

Zhang Ruling said, "Your Majesty, we, as your subjects, are delighted that the prince has returned to the capital, and naturally have no objection. What happened before is in the past, and Your Majesty should not worry about it. It will hurt the emperor, and the loss will outweigh the gain."

When the other ministers heard the prime minister say this, they quickly agreed.

"The Prime Minister is right, and we have no objection."

Seeing the ministers like this, Chao Tianque took a deep breath.

Then his tone became a little cold.

"Chao Xiao, what about you...what do you think?"

Chao Xiao was obviously stunned when he heard this, because he didn't expect that his father would actually ask for his opinion, which surprised him.

But that hint of surprise only flashed across his eyes.

He responded quickly.

"Replying to Father, it is Xiao'er's fortune to have another brother. How could I have any other thoughts?"

Although the words sound nice, if you say them to a ghost, I'm afraid even a ghost won't believe it.

Not to mention that Feng He's appearance will snatch the throne you covet.

It’s the recent deaths of your master and grandfather.

They are all related to Fenghe.

I'm afraid he has been holding a grudge for a long time.

However, it must be said that Chao Xiao's steadiness has impressed some people.

You know that the government today is to welcome back your brother, who is also your enemy.

It is rare that you can come here and remain so calm.

This also shows that his intelligence is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"In that case, let's summon Chao Yi to the palace." He paused here.

After a second, he added, "And that scholar named Ye Tingmu, come up as well."

"promise!"

"His Majesty has decreed... the Fourth Prince, Chao Yi, and the commoner, Ye Tingmu, to appear before the Emperor."

At this time, Feng He and Ye Tingmu were still taking a nap in the side hall.

He drank this royal tea from time to time with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Ye Tingmu took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good tea."

Feng He disagreed, with a look of disgust on his face.

"bitter...."

"You don't understand. The bitterness followed by the sweetness, that refreshing feeling, is the most attractive thing about tea."

"Then why not drink something sweet from the beginning? Wouldn't it be nice to have it sweet and refreshing all the time?"

Ye Tingmu poured himself another glass and did not forget to give him a blank look.

"That's fine. When you drink tea next time, just put sugar in it. But there's one thing. Don't tell them you know me. I can't afford to lose face."

"Uh..." Feng He was stunned and said, "Brother, I am now a prince and will be the emperor soon, and you actually despise me."

The eunuch standing by was shocked by Feng He's words.

Good man, I know he is the one who speaks without restraint.

Those who didn’t know would think that he died on the Curse Saint.

"Your Highness, please don't speak carelessly!"

Feng He glared at him and said arrogantly:

"It's none of your business."

Seeing that he was scolded for his kind reminder, the old slave chose to shut his mouth wisely.

Ye Tingmu just smiled. Feng He's character couldn't be changed. He had no ill intentions, he just wasn't very good at speaking.

It was at this time.

The voice of the call also reached their ears.

Ye Tingmu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and put down the cup.

"Let's go and see what the palace looks like."

Ye Tingmu stood up and walked outside.

But he found that Feng He was still sitting there, with no sign of moving.

He couldn't help but wonder.

He urged, "What are you daydreaming about? Let's go."

Feng He looked up, bewildered.

"You didn't call my name..."

The corners of Ye Tingmu's mouth twitched, and then he sighed softly, feeling extremely helpless.

It seems that Feng He hasn't realized yet that Chao Yi is also his name.