How come they didn't know when the emperor started to like the prince? And why did they want to celebrate his birthday?

Something flashed in Murong Qingyu's eyes as he looked at Qian Yeming. He hoped that Qian Yeming would gain the emperor's favor, which would also reduce the obstacles on his road to success.

But at this moment he had a bad premonition in his heart. Although he had poisoned both the emperor and Qian Yeming, this uncomfortable feeling had been lingering in him recently.

But the next moment, the prince's words dispelled Murong Qingyu's doubts.

"Thank you for your kindness, Father. Tomorrow is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and I'm afraid I won't be feeling well."

After hearing Qian Yeming's answer, Murong Qingyu and Qian Yechen sneered inwardly. The Crown Prince was a man who never knew how to advance or retreat, and who couldn't grasp the timing. If it were them, even if they had to crawl, they would crawl to the palace to attend the banquet even if they had to.

But for Qian Yeming, pleasing his father was not as important as making his wife happy. To him, his father and mother were merely blood relatives in power, while Murong Xiao was his wife, the only relative he recognized. His birthday only came once a year, so of course he would choose to spend it with his wife.

As for the Emperor, since they had already reached a consensus on cooperation, the relationship between them was only one of mutual benefit. Their father-son relationship was completely severed when the Emperor of Fengyang tried to kill him.

From now on, his life path had only one purpose: to create a good living environment for his wife and children. As long as his father and mother did not interfere, he would naturally show filial piety. However, if these two people made any move to harm his wife and children, he would never let them go.

Although his life was given by these two people, when one of them poisoned him and the other tried to kill him, the debt of gratitude between him and them was completely severed.

Since the emperor has to cooperate with him whether he attends the banquet or not, why should he cater to him and make himself uncomfortable?

Emperor Dezheng's expression changed slightly. Before, he would have thought it was nothing, but now, after knowing Qian Yeming's skills, he didn't believe he would have a cold attack again. But what if he didn't believe it? His life was in Murong Xiao's hands at this moment, and he wanted to see Murong Qingyu's head.

For once, Emperor Dezheng didn't get angry at the Crown Prince for not giving him face. He waved his hand and said, "Since that's the case, you should stay at home and recuperate. Tomorrow, I will send someone to your house to present my sincere gift."

"Thank you, Father."

When the ministers heard that the emperor suddenly showed such concern for the prince, they all came forward to congratulate him. In their hearts, they were certain that although the prince was seriously ill, his position as crown prince was at least secure in the battle for the throne.

Looking at the ministers' congratulations, a glint flashed in the emperor's eyes. Those participating in today's meeting were the real dignitaries of the court. The reason he treated the prince in this way was to tell them to stop wavering and quickly stand in line.

Although the Crown Prince was powerful, the overall situation in the court still needed these powerful ministers to maintain it. It was better to take sides early than to anger the Crown Prince and have them executed, leaving the court with no one.

After a brief exchange of greetings, amidst the congratulations of the ministers and Qian Yechen's sharp gaze,