Chapter 208: Drink or Not
When Zhao Chongli was avoiding disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, he received the news that the eldest princess had ascended the throne.
That day, he was so happy that he jumped three feet high.
His grandfather, an old scholar from Jiangnan, sighed repeatedly, muttering, "When a hen crows at dawn, the morals of the world are deteriorating."
But he laughed in his heart.
Good thing.
What a great thing.
The damn Song family was uprooted, which vented his anger.
This is just one of them.
Secondly, it has long been known to everyone that Zhao Chongli is in love with Zhao Yuanrong.
Over the years, he had people bring back rare treasures from the south of the Yangtze River, and the poems he wrote for her, all of which were carefully crafted.
Although Zhao Yuanrong was not very close to him, he did not have any ill will towards him.
Now that the eldest princess has ascended the throne, if she really wants to choose a husband for her only daughter, who in the capital is more suitable than him?
From the moment he learned that the eldest princess had ascended the throne, a great passion burned in his chest.
The female ruler is in power and the royal family is in turmoil. Isn't this the opportunity that the Prince Yi's Mansion has been waiting for for many years?
As for the throne, there is no one left in the direct line, so it is now the turn of their closest collateral relatives.
Before leaving Beijing, he even instructed his grandfather, "You must spread the word among the students in Jiangnan to oppose female rule."
He took the opportunity to build momentum and force the emperor to make him the crown prince.
At that time, he would take the initiative to propose to Zhao Yuanrong, so that he could not only win the beauty but also rule the country.
His eyes drifted uncontrollably towards Zhao Yuanrong.
"You are thoughtful." Zhao Yuanrong's voice brought him back to reality.
Just this one sentence?
The smile on Zhao Chongli's lips froze.
He had just looked at her so eagerly, and the affection and excitement in his eyes were definitely not fake.
On the way back to the capital from Jiangnan, he imagined the scene of meeting her again countless times.
Their identities have all changed.
At least, should I take one more look at him?
But she dismissed him so lightly.
Zhao Chongli was very disappointed.
Zhao Yuanrong's voice rang out again, this time to Prince Yi, "I called you here to apologize to you."
When Prince Yi saw Zhao Yuanrong and Qu Ling, bad memories flashed through his mind.
His face looked extremely ugly.
"Why are you so frightened, Your Highness?" Qu Ling smiled and stood up to pour a cup of tea himself. "My sister and I invited you here because we sincerely regret what happened at the imperial mausoleum."
Prince Yi could no longer tolerate it, "Is this how you let the guards tie someone up to apologize?"
It's simply unheard of.
Is it an apology or a threat?
Qu Ling walked up to Prince Yi with a cup of tea in his hand. "His Majesty asked you to prepare a gift and apologize to me, but I don't think it's necessary. How about you drink the tea and let's just forget about this?"
Prince Yi stared at the cup of tea, a look of vigilance in his eyes.
Qu Ling used the emperor as an excuse, and Prince Yi was a little angry, but he didn't know what to say.
He snorted twice, "You are too polite, Princess. There is no need to pour tea."
Who knows what's in there?
"Prince Yi, please don't be ungrateful." Zhao Yuanrong said bluntly.
The hall was silent.
Prince Yi was furious.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw a group of guards rushing in and surrounding the father and son from the palace.
"The princess personally pours tea for you, do you dare not drink it?" Zhao Yuanrong raised his eyebrows.
"How about not drinking?" Prince Yi's face turned pale. "You little girl, do you dare to kill me?"
He just didn't believe it.
Zhao Yuanrong dared to kill him, the prince, in the Eastern Palace.
Unless neither the emperor nor she wants to sit in that position anymore.
As soon as he ascended the throne, he killed all the members of the royal family, but he could not stop the people from talking about him. The Zhao clan members in various states would come to the capital to attack him.
This is what he relies on.
"Of course I won't kill you," Zhao Yuanrong pointed at Zhao Chongren, "Cut off one of his hands."
Zhao Chongren was the one who was shouting outside the hall just now, and he was stunned when he heard this.
Hou Xu immediately drew his knife and stepped forward.
"stop!"
Prince Yi stood in front of Zhao Chongren and hissed, "Are you crazy? He is my son!"
Zhao Yuanrong said nonchalantly, "You can't kill him. He's just a bastard. What would happen if I killed him?"
Prince Yi immediately shouted, "I will not let you go!"
Hou Xu's knife was already raised.
"I'll drink it for my father."
"I'll drink it for my father."
Prince Yi's two sons said in unison.
The moment he said it, Zhao Chongli regretted it.
It wasn't that he regretted drinking tea for his father, but he was annoyed that he had spoken with that stupid half-brother.
Damn it.
Zhao Chongli gritted his teeth secretly.
He originally wanted to show off on his own and let Zhao Yuanrong see his filial piety and fearlessness in the face of danger, but he was disrupted by the idiot Zhao Chongren.
Now, in Zhao Yuanrong's eyes, they brothers are probably the same kind of people.
Zhao Chongren didn't have the mind to think so much, he was just afraid.
His knees softened and he knelt on the ground, "Princess, calm down."
Facing the armored guards of the East Palace.
He regretted what he had just said.
Not everyone is reasonable, and not everyone is cautious.
There are always people like Zhao Yuanrong who act without regard for the consequences.
Even if she will be punished afterwards, the people she killed will be dead forever.
"cut."
"I drink!"
Prince Yi roared.
Hou Xu's knife did not stop and chopped Zhao Chongren's side.
Zhao Chongren's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Don't be afraid, Your Highness," Qu Ling said with a gentle smile, "It's just a cup of tea. It won't poison Your Highness."
Prince Yi also wanted to faint.
There are rumors in the capital that the eldest daughter of the Dingxiang Marquis has evil spirits.
He felt the same.
However, he felt that these two people would not dare to commit murder.
What I did just now was just to scare him.
Prince Yi finally took the teacup, took a sip in full view of everyone, and swallowed it extremely slowly.
"Would you like a drink, Prince?" Qu Ling poured another glass for Zhao Chongli.
Zhao Chongli's pupils trembled violently.
My father has already drunk, so why does he still have anything to do with it?
He refused to take it, bowed, and said in a very humble manner, "I dare not trouble the princess to pour tea. I cannot afford it."
"Just drink if the princess tells you to." Zhao Yuanrong was a little impatient, his voice as cold as ice.
Zhao Chongli snatched the teacup from Qu Ling's hand as if in a fit of anger and drank it all in one gulp.
"The princess asked me to drink, so I will drink."
His back was straight, his voice trembled slightly, and a trace of hurt expression quietly appeared on his face.
Then he let go and the teacup fell to the ground.
Qu Ling, who was almost stabbed by the broken porcelain pieces, hurriedly took two steps back and looked at Zhao Yuanrong speechlessly.
What is this person burning about?
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