Chapter 260 He Qing's Letter

Imperial Palace.

King Liang and others arrived earlier. He walked straight to the first seat with a green face and sat down. No one dared to stop him.

He is the emperor's eldest son.

The ministers' eyes flickered.

I didn't dare to bet on him before because Prince Liang had no descendants, which was an absolute disadvantage in the competition for the crown prince.

But now the emperor's whereabouts are unknown, so what if he has no heir? It's not up to His Majesty to choose.

You can still persuade him after he gets married and has children!

The civil officials were very experienced in advising the emperor.

At this moment, the eunuch outside the palace gate shouted, "Prince Danshuo has arrived."

Everyone instinctively looked towards King Liang, and then towards Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's face turned slightly pale, and it was unclear whether it was because he had really had a hard time in prison, or because he had not seen the sun for too long.

Fu Yi stood with his back to the light and did not move immediately.

For a moment, everyone had the illusion that he was looking at them.

"Prince Danshuo... please come in." Someone called out.

Fu Yi replied calmly, "Hmm," and walked in. These people... these people...

In the past, when the emperor wanted to do something but was worried about facing resistance, he would often delegate the task to him. This was very arduous and also incurred countless resentments.

But in the process of implementing these policies, countless people had to rely on him to be promoted and placed in different positions.

If the emperor wanted to remove him, he had to remove all the branches extending from him as well.

But the more this happens, the tighter those branches cling to the tree and the deeper they dig in. Because only in this way can they ensure that they will not be uprooted.

Fu Yi sat down and asked expressionlessly, "What happened?"

Everyone looked at him.

Did Fu Yi really not know what had happened? This incident today should be just as he had expected.

But why does he have an even uglier face than them?

"Prince! What's wrong with your hand?" The palace servant who served tea pointed and shouted.

Fu Yi spread out his hands and said, "The Dali Temple's Shaoqing tortured me and threatened to cut off my hands because I refused to confess."

Everyone looked at each other with strange looks in their eyes.

Is this true or false?

Is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple so brave?

"How abominable!" someone stood up and shouted angrily.

He started it, and others followed suit, chiding him: "How can torture be so casual? Are you trying to force someone to confess?"

"The prince is suffering!"

"His Majesty is missing. Does the Prince know?" Yin Huiyi interrupted.

"What?" Fu Yi stood up suddenly, then swayed and held the chair with one hand.

Yin Huiyi lowered his eyes. There was no escaping, it was Fu Yi who did it.

This person has no concept of the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues between ruler and subject, father and son, so there is nothing he dare not do.

"So now... what should we do?" Fu Yi asked softly.

"Your Majesty, have you mentioned which prince you prefer?" the minister asked anxiously. "We must first find a prince to take charge of government affairs and act as regent before we can quell the current chaos."

Fu Yi's eyes swept over the princes: "...No."

"No?"

"Well, no."

Even King Liang was a little surprised.

The little prince who was caught in the middle was even more anxious and looked at Fu Yi frequently.

"Can I go now?" Fu Yi looked tired.

"This matter of supervising the country..."

"In my humble opinion, Your Majesty is old, and in the past, government affairs were mostly handled by the cooperation of the gentlemen. What harm is there in the absence of a crown prince to govern the country? The gentlemen can still work together as before to govern the country and prevent chaos in the imperial capital."

Everyone paused, feeling flattered.

Let's not talk about it, although Fu Yi always enjoys the emperor's favor and holds all the power, making people hate him very much. But when he says something pleasant to the ear, it is really pleasant to the ear!

Now that the words have been delivered, how can I refuse them?

Everyone immediately responded with joy, and the hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Yin Huiyi laughed secretly.

What a fox! Now that he's pushed the government affairs aside, those ministers, each with their own support, will have to continue fighting. He's the first to withdraw. Is he going to wait for others to fight to the death before pretending to come out and clean up the mess?

Fu Yi waved his hand at this time, asked the palace maid to support him, and walked out slowly.

The ministers had just received the opportunity from him, so they naturally wanted to curry favor with him. They said, "I heard that the real murderer of Princess Zhaoning has been arrested. Shouldn't the prince return home?"

Fu Yi turned around and nodded slightly, then walked away without saying a word.

It looks more and more dejected.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Did the Dali Temple Shaoqing really use torture to extract a confession?

After most people had dispersed, the little prince hurried to Fu Yi.

"Why is the Prince in the palace today..."

"Why not recommend you?" Fu Yi lowered his eyes, his eyes appearing indifferent. "Your Highness, to accomplish great things, don't you even have this little patience? You have to give benefits to others first, and then they will give you convenience."

The little prince blushed and stammered, "It's just, it's just yesterday... I saw that person next to the prince, she... she was close to Prince Liang..."

The little prince knelt down in front of Fu Yi and said, "I would like to ask the prince to firmly choose me."

"Prince." He looked up and called again, "Teacher."

This is a very intimate name.

But Fu Yi is different from ordinary people.

King Liang will definitely fall for this.

He stared at the little prince and asked, "Are you still upset about this?"

The little prince was stunned for a moment: "No, nothing, I just want to talk to the prince..."

Fu Yi said, "I am truly exhausted. Please excuse me and leave first. Your Highness, please go back and rest."

The young prince said hurriedly, "In the future...if I ascend the throne in the future, I will punish the Junior Official of the Dali Temple who treats the prince so rudely by tattooing, cutting off the nose, cutting off the feet, castrating him, and boiling him alive!"

Fu Yi's eyes swept across his still young face: "Yeah."

He didn't have much, but he was very vindictive.

He will remember Cheng Nianying's revenge.

Choose another one.

…

Yujing was temporarily caught in a very delicate balance.

Some people wanted to drive King Liang away on the grounds that he had a fiefdom and should not live in the capital for long, but after looking at the soldiers in his hands, they chose to remain silent.

Fu Yi was sitting in the Prince's Mansion, having already bathed and changed his clothes.

Wu Xun squatted there and applied medicine to him. When he looked up after finishing, he found that his master's face was much uglier than when he was in prison and couldn't take a bath or change clothes.

"Master? Does it hurt?"

Imperial Physician Tong came in and said, "It doesn't look like your hand hurts."

Wu Xun: "Where could it hurt?"

Fu Yi flexed his palms and then stretched them out.

No one paid any attention to Wu Xun for a while.

Wu Xun had no choice but to carry the water and walk out obediently.

At this time, another guard came in and said, "There is a letter from the master, from He Qing."

Fu Yi almost immediately stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Cheng Nianying arrived in Heqing so soon? And even sent a letter?

He opened the letter—

"Jiang Shenyuan is the owner of Shaoqu Tower, which belongs to the emperor. I will follow Jiang Shenyuan to the Imperial Capital. Be careful, be careful, be extremely careful..."

Fu Yi felt as if he didn't know what year it was.

But he soon realized that the letter was written to him at the Hanging Temple before Cheng Nianying was brought to Yujing by Jiang Shenyuan.

It was only delivered to him today. Yes... this letter must not have been sent through the official post, so it was delayed.

Fu Yi repeatedly rubbed the word "careful" with his fingers.

She ran into Jiang Shenyuan at the Hanging Temple, and it was his negligence. She was anxious to tell him to be careful. At that time, she didn't know that he was going to eliminate Shao Qu Tower.

Fu Yi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his collar.

What that feels like.

After the sharpness, a dull and boring feeling came over me, and within a moment, it became extremely unbearable.

Because he moved so vigorously, blood immediately stained his clothes.

"Master?" Imperial Physician Tong was shocked by Fu Yi's expression.

"What made her angry was that she was so genuinely worried about me every time, only to find out in the end that I was the one who was hiding it from her."

"master……"

Fu Yi suddenly stood up: "I'm going to Heqing."

"So sudden? Master..."

Fu Yi's underlying expression was calm, almost cold. He quickly sat back down and said, "Prepare the carriage."

The carriage finally stopped in front of Prince Liang's mansion.

Upon hearing the news, King Liang rushed out and wanted to ask Fu Yi what he was planning with his sweet talk.

Fu Yi spoke up: "Your Highness Prince Liang, let's talk."