Lord Qiao quickly chimed in, "Yes, Prime Minister, you hold a first-rank official position and are His Majesty's maternal uncle. Your personal trip to Qizhou will surely demonstrate your sincerity to the people. This is a good thing!"

Lord Zeng immediately chimed in, "Prime Minister, you are a good official. When the people are in trouble, you should naturally step forward without hesitation! It's just a trip to Qizhou, it's not a difficult matter, is it? Besides, is there anyone in this house more suitable than you to deliver the disaster relief funds?"

They each offered their opinions, forcing the prime minister into the position of disaster relief leader in Qizhou, much like pushing a duck onto a shelf.

No one knows better than them how to choose sides.

With the eldest princess and the young prince dead, it is now absolutely impossible to support the young prince as the next emperor.

At a time like this, to associate with the prime minister is tantamount to courting death.

Being of one mind with the emperor is the most correct choice.

Even if the emperor doesn't live long, as long as the prime minister falls from power, no one will harm the child in the imperial concubine's womb, and they can still support the young prince!

The prime minister was so angry that his teeth itched when he heard these words of comfort.

He saw the emperor's calm and composed gaze, as if everything was under his control.

In the end, he could only clench his fists and grit his teeth, saying, "Fine! I will go to Qizhou!"

The ministers all kowtowed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The emperor slightly twitched his lips, revealing a half-smile, and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle."

Upon hearing this long-unheard title, the prime minister's expression turned strange and unpleasant.

The emperor took a step forward, slowly walked to his side, and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, have a safe journey."