Upon hearing this, Chaharan narrowed her eyes. She stared vigilantly at the small porcelain bottle in Li Yunting's hand, and an inexplicable fear surged in her heart.
"What do you mean?" Her tone was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air around her.
Li Yunting just chuckled. She slowly placed the porcelain bottle on the table beside her, then looked up at Chaharan with a cunning light in her eyes.
"You are a wise person, Queen Mother. You should understand what I mean."
She spoke slowly, each word seeming to be carefully chosen, "This medicine can make those who pose a threat to you and the Crown Prince disappear from this world forever."
Chaharan was shocked, and she finally understood Li Yunting's intention.
This woman actually wanted to use me to get rid of the Right Wise King!
"You're crazy!" she blurted out, her tone filled with anger and disbelief. "Do you know what you're saying? The Right Wise King was a noble of the Western Rong. If he died, it would cause an uproar!"
Li Yunting was unmoved. She shook her head gently with a sneer on her lips.
"Your Majesty, you are wrong."
She said slowly, "If the Right Wise King dies, it will only benefit you and the Crown Prince. His power has always suppressed you and the Crown Prince. If he is gone, who in the Western Rong royal court will dare to challenge you?"
Chaharan was silent for a moment. She had to admit that Li Yunting's words did make sense. But did she really dare to take the risk?
"Why did you come to me?" She looked up at Li Yunting, her eyes gleaming with inquiry. "You and the Right Wise King have always been at odds. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I'm not stupid. If the Right Wise King dies, there will be no one left to challenge the Left Wise King. Then you can kill me and me at will!"
When Li Yunting heard this, a complex emotion flashed across her face. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
"Because I need an ally," she said frankly. "Zhahemu and the Right Wise King are indeed at odds, but his power is not strong enough to compete with him. And you are the only one who can fight him. As long as you are willing to join forces with me, I promise that the day the Right Wise King dies, the crown prince will immediately ascend the throne of the Western Rong."
Chaharan's heart was beating fast, and she had to admit that Li Yunting's words made her feel a little moved.
However, this decision was too big and she needed to think it over carefully.
"Let me think about it." She said in a deep voice, then waved her hand, "You can leave first."
Li Yunting smiled slightly. She didn't say much. She just put down the medicine bottle in her hand, turned around and left the tent. She knew that she had successfully planted a seed in Chaharan's heart, and she just needed to wait for it to slowly germinate and grow.
The maid behind the curtain carefully changed the prince's sweat-soaked clothes. She heard the conversation just now.
The maid stared at the pensive Queen Mother Chaharan. After a moment's contemplation, she finally spoke: "Queen Mother, the Crown Prince is still like a young lion. His strength is not yet mature, and it is difficult for him to shoulder the heavy responsibility alone."
Her voice was full of worry and concern. Upon hearing this, Queen Mother Chaharan looked up at her, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
The maid continued, “On the grassland, lionesses always look for the strongest and most reliable lion leader to protect their cubs.
"What that woman from the Great Zhou just said is indeed not without reason. The Right Wise Prince's ambition has expanded to an uncontrollable level, and has posed a huge threat to you, Queen Mother."
She paused, her tone becoming firm: "Why not get rid of him and replace him with someone who can protect you."
"Then who should we replace him with?" Chaharan asked doubtfully, with a hint of confusion in his tone.
"Dozige, the son of Zuo Xian Wang, or Nurhadu, their talents and strengths are well known. Either one of them can be our support." The maid suggested cautiously.
Chaharan lowered his head and his eyes fell gently on his sleeping son.
She gently stroked his forehead, which had subsided from the fever, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. However, another problem was placed before her.
"These two..." she muttered to herself, frowning.
After hearing this, the maid couldn't help but sigh.
She understood Chaharan's predicament. Although Doziger was powerful, his private evil intentions towards the empress dowager were obvious.
Choosing him would probably just mean jumping from the tiger's mouth of the Right Wise King into another fire pit.
"I don't want to rely on these shameless men for temporary peace of mind anymore."
Chaharan's voice revealed endless fatigue and sadness. Without waiting for the maid to answer, she let out another sad sob.
The maid's heart tightened, and she quickly comforted him, "Queen Dowager, perhaps we could consider Nurhatu. Although he has Han Chinese ancestry, he is brave and fearless, and is highly regarded by Zuo Xian Wang. More importantly, he is upright and never bullies the weak. He is also unlike his father and brother, who are reckless and lustful."
"Or maybe this is a way for us to survive..."
Listening to the maid's clear analysis, Chaharan's mind was like a mirror, reflecting the current power of Xirong clearly.
She had already made a clear judgment about the bottle of medicine that Li Yunting had just given her - it was undoubtedly a bottle of highly toxic medicine, designed to allow her to poison the Right Wise King.
This plan seems clever, but it actually contains hidden dangers.
Once the plot is accomplished, Zuo Xian Wang Zhahemu will certainly imprison and execute her on the charge of poisoning a meritorious official.
By then, the prince would probably be in danger and unable to save himself. The outcome is not difficult to imagine, it will definitely be disastrous.
Chaharan sneered in her heart. How could she fall into such a trap so easily?
"I understand. Please make the arrangements. I want to go meet Nurhadu."
"It's the Queen Mother!"
On the hillside outside the tent, Nurhadu watched Li Yunting coming in and out quietly, with obvious disgust on his face.
"This woman went to see the Queen Mother. I'm afraid she has some sinister plan."
Beside him was his confidant Anda, the wise man who had taught him since childhood, and who was also observing everything with a sharp eye.
Anda said in a deep voice: "The Queen Mother is not someone who can be easily fooled. She has been patient for many years to protect the Crown Prince. But she is afraid of the venomous snake showing its fangs, which makes people unable to guard against it."
Nurhadu rode on his horse and looked into the distance in the direction of the camp.
A moment later, the Queen Mother's personal maid cautiously walked out of the tent and looked around, as if looking for some important person.
"Send someone to follow her," Nurhadu ordered Anda decisively.
"Yes, sir." Anda responded and left, the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away.
On the hillside, Nurhadu looked down at the entire Western Rong royal court alone. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he wanted to see through the layers of fog and understand all the twists and turns in it.
In the evening, when Nurhadu returned to his camp, he saw Anda waiting there with the maid.
Anda's expression was somewhat complicated. He whispered, "Taiji, the person she is looking for is you."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
