Chapter 283 Various
Zhao Ji finally moved out of Qingliang Palace.
Now, he should be called Prince Shen.
In front of the bronze mirror, the palace maid trimmed his messy beard.
The person in the mirror was eerily unfamiliar.
His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were cloudy.
"Your Majesty, this is the dress given by His Majesty."
The palace maid brought in an indigo brocade robe embroidered with cloud patterns in silver thread, which was exactly the style for the prince.
Zhao Ji reached out and touched it woodenly.
Suddenly he laughed nervously, "What a trick to lure you into a trap."
He shed tears, "But who made me owe her?"
Zhao Ji dressed neatly and tied the jade belt with his own hands.
The person in the mirror gradually acquired the bearing of a prince, but the dead despair in his eyes could not be shaken off.
"Tell His Majesty," he turned to the palace attendant, "Your Majesty...thanks."
The imperial edict issued by the royal palaces in various places and the capital caused a huge storm.
Everyone is very worried.
The King of Lu, the King of Huai, and the King of Ji were filled with sorrow upon sorrow.
"Prince Liang died at a perfect time. He didn't get into this trouble. His wife became the empress's servant and lost her military power."
In Prince Lu's mansion, the prince was holding two imperial edicts and wanted to curse his mother.
Let him go to war and let his son go to Beijing.
What is the empress thinking?
"Father, we cannot accept these two edicts." The prince was even more anxious than him.
This is the Hongmen Banquet.
The emperor summoned him to the capital. Is there any way for him to survive?
Prince Lu kicked him, his eyes widening. "You disobeyed my order, do you want your entire family to be executed?"
The prince's heart sank.
So he must go?
"Father...Father, Your Majesty has never seen me...why not..."
Even if someone else goes, Your Majesty won't notice.
"If that man really died in the capital, Father would have appointed another heir."
"Do you think His Majesty is a fool?" Prince Lu rolled his eyes at him.
Pretending to be the prince is clearly giving the emperor a handle.
"Go back and pack up and be ready to set off at any time," said King Lu.
"Son, do I have to go?" The prince raised his voice and paced back and forth in the room anxiously. "Are you really going to lead the troops to Bingzhou?"
"Is there any good solution now?" Prince Lu was also annoyed.
The prince's eyes rolled. "Haven't you discussed this with the other uncles? Why not just disobey the order? Let's..."
“Snap—”
Prince Lu swung his arm and slapped him.
"Fool, the noble families have been slaughtered. We have soldiers but not enough money to maintain food supplies. We can only take a long-term view on this matter..."
Moreover, rebellion is not something that can be accomplished overnight. The first person to stand out can easily be beaten to death, and the massacre of the aristocratic families made him even more uneasy.
"Also, could you please be more considerate of me? Are your uncles Wang any good people?"
"If you send a message to them now, what will happen if they sell you out?"
As King Lu looked at his disappointing son, his heart gradually hardened.
He has many sons.
"You go to the capital, and I'll go to Bingzhou."
Even if there is a rebellion, the three kings must gather together and start the rebellion together.
They can also devour the imperial court's food supplies.
The same scene is playing out everywhere.
In the powerless Wu Wang Mansion, the young and energetic young prince smashed the teacup and said, "What reunion? You're just going to kill me!"
After some thought, the staff member said, "You have always cultivated your character and kept to yourself, and have not participated in any of the clan's plans."
"I have heard that Your Majesty is not a tyrant who kills innocent people. This time, you must go, and not only must you go, but you must go quickly."
"When you arrive in the capital, immediately go and pay a visit to Princess Jia'an..."
Two hours later.
The King of Wu had already left the city gate with a light entourage, bringing only twenty personal guards with him, and was rushing day and night to the capital.
"Faster, faster," he whipped the horse repeatedly, "you must be the first one to reach Beijing."
And those princes who really have ulterior motives are like ants on a hot pan at this moment.
"To go is to die, and not to go is also to die."
This is the mentality of most people.
"I definitely have to go. I'll pretend to set off and then die halfway..."
The wind on the Qifeng Terrace of Fengzao Pavilion is colder than anywhere else.
Qu Ling stood in front of the railing, his cloak fluttering in the wind.
She looked down at the capital without looking back and asked, "What's happening in various places?"
Guan Qi took a half step forward, holding the newly compiled secret report in his hand. "All clan members have followed the order and are heading to the capital. No one has disobeyed."
"But there are some who try to cheat by replacing one thing with another, or deliberately create accidents to get away with it."
"You are trying to cover up your mistake." Qu Ling sneered.
"Kill them all."
Guan Qi nodded, "I understand."
She is now much calmer and has become a capable helper to Qu Ling.
"What about the other three?" Qu Ling asked.
Guan Qi spoke clearly, "The Prince of Lu has arrived in Bingzhou. The Prince of Huai and the Prince of Ji are setting out from the east and south respectively. They will all reach Bingzhou within ten days at the latest."
"Has Prince Rui sent back any news?"
"Not yet," Guanqi lowered his voice. "Our people contacted him, and he just told you not to worry about it."
Qu Ling was annoyed, "I'm too lazy to ask him."
"What about the prince?"
"The prince has already met with the King of Yunnan. He didn't give any detailed information, but only said that he had found some good things for you and would give them to you when he returned."
Qu Ling smiled and said, "Sister Yuan Rong is still the best."
"How's the reception preparation going?"
The clan members who came to Beijing were originally supposed to be received by the Zongzheng Temple, but the emperor gave this task to Fengzao Pavilion.
"According to the princess' instructions, twenty rooms have been prepared. During this period, the Fengzao Pavilion's clinic, library, and school will be temporarily closed."
A gust of wind blew, Qu Ling tightened his cloak and returned to the inner room.
Hu Yingyue had already brewed the tea. "Princess, don't forget, there's another person in the Taoist temple behind."
"She's been doing her job, so I won't kill her."
Qu Ling took a sip of tea and felt warm.
It’s so cold in winter.
Fortunately, after this winter, spring will come.
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