Reports from the border and impeachment memorials, along with the early winter snowflakes, fluttered down into the capital.

Inside the imperial study, Shang Xiche slammed a thick stack of reports and memorials onto Shang Xiye's wheelchair, roaring angrily, "Look at what Marquis Anping has done! The Duke of Chen and his two sons led the charge, and he turned around and led his men to intercept and plunder the spoils. It's one thing for him to rob and plunder halfway, but those soldiers risked their lives, won a battle, and then had their own men robbed them, leaving them penniless as they returned to the camp! Is this acceptable?!"

Shang Xiye kept his eyes focused on his nose and his nose on his heart, his slender fingers seemingly unconsciously circling around his knees, where the white wool on the wool blanket lay.

Shang Xiche looked at Shang Xiye's calm and expressionless face.

It's as if it's saying: You knew he was a bandit, yet you still sent him to the border. Is it my fault?

Shang Xiche was seething with hatred, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"The Marquis of Anping is your father-in-law, Ninth Prince, you tell me, how should this matter be resolved?" Seeing that his hints were ineffective, Shang Xiche stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

Shang Xiye then leisurely raised her eyes and casually asked, "Is there any concrete evidence?"

Shang Xiche was so angry he choked on his breath: "What evidence do we need for this? These one bandit incident after another only happened after Marquis Anping left. Doesn't that prove anything?!"

"Your Majesty is confined to the capital, how could you know that such incidents only occurred after Marquis Anping left?" Shang Xiye's calm tone was like a sharp, hexagonal thorn piercing Shang Xiche's heart: "Your Majesty has been fighting on the border for many years and has encountered even more unbelievable things. At that time, Marquis Anping was not by your side. He has not returned to the capital. Your Majesty should not only believe the Chen family's side of the story. You should know that the Chen family has also been living a life of luxury for many years and has not been on the battlefield for a long time. Moreover, they have a long-standing feud with Marquis Anping."

Shang Xiche's hand, which was resting on the imperial desk, suddenly tightened.

The Ninth Prince had never spoken to him in this tone before. He had distinguished himself in battle, but had never claimed credit for it.

But today, he brought it up!

Shang Xiche felt ashamed as Shang Xiye was slowly stripping away his dignity.

I felt guilty, but even more so, I felt ashamed, annoyed, and angry!

"The Ninth Prince is protecting Marquis Anping," Shang Xiche said in a chilling voice, his teeth grinding together.

"No," Shang Xiye said calmly, his expression unchanged. "But if Your Majesty only listens to the Duke of Chen's side of the story and convicts the Marquis of Anping, it would be unfair. Your Majesty should remember how the Duke of Chen and the Marquis of Anping went to the Northwest. There was already a grudge between them, and it is possible that the Duke of Chen was taking revenge out of personal reasons and making a mountain out of a molehill."

Shang Xiche: "!"

I'm so angry! I'm speechless!

Is the Ninth Prince's mouth made of swords or knives? It's so powerful!

I can't win an argument, and I can't fight back, so what can I do?

Shang Xiche had no choice but to reluctantly release Shang Xiye from the palace, but he himself was so angry that he could hardly sit still.

Why does the Ninth Prince always try to outdo him?

The late emperor's favorite was the Ninth Prince, and he was also the first choice to succeed to the throne!

Today, the Ninth Prince is the most respected and loved by the people of the world.

The Ninth Prince still holds significant military power and safeguards the peace of the Great Zhao!

If the Nine Princes are not eliminated, the people of the world will only know that the Great Zhao has a war god, and they will no longer care about him as the emperor!

Shang Xiche grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly picked up a vermilion brush and quickly wrote several secret edicts on the imperial desk.

Eunuch De glanced sideways and immediately changed his expression: Your Majesty, has he gone mad?!