Princess Jia Hua smiled and said, "The Emperor is only thirty years old, young and strong, why do you need to worry?"
With these words, Tao felt as if she had been given a reassuring pill and instantly calmed down.
The Emperor of Northern Chu was only in his thirties, and his health was improving day by day. Why would he give up the throne to the Eighth Prince?
As long as the Emperor of Northern Chu is on the throne, the Eighth Prince will never have a chance.
Ms. Tao breathed a sigh of relief and obediently kept vigil.
Once there were no outsiders left in the courtyard, Princess Jiahua stood up and looked at the three young men, who stood obediently together.
"In your opinion, how can we ensure that we have no worries about the future?"
The three looked at each other in bewilderment.
Song Zhen pursed his lips. There were some things that were really inconvenient for his own grandson to say. The Prince of Shen looked around and made sure that Song Qingfeng had gone back to rest before blurting out, "Destroy the evidence."
If the old lady is buried, there's no guarantee that someone won't have ulterior motives. What if they go and dig up the grave? Wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?
Song Zhen's lips twitched. He glanced at Prince Shen and thought, "Can't you speak a little more tactfully and discreetly?"
"inappropriate."
"Hmm?" Crown Prince Shen looked at Zhao Yunke; "Do you have a better idea?"
Zhao Yunke cleared his throat: "Ancient books record that in order to prevent tomb robbery, mechanisms could be set up inside the coffin."
"Do you mean to put poison or disintegrating liquid on the coffin lid?" Prince Shen's eyes lit up, and he said to Zhao Yunke, "Prince Guangjia is indeed meticulous. I initially planned to burn it, but then I thought, it would be too obvious if the person were burned at this critical juncture."
Song Zhenzhen really wanted to plug her ears, but the two of them, oblivious to everyone else, began to discuss how to destroy the evidence.
The evidence in question happened to be his own grandmother.
Although he didn't have much emotion, he was, after all, a member of the same lineage.
Oh well, he pretended not to hear it. After all, the person was dead; what was more important than the living?
Princess Jia Hua gave Zhao Yunke an approving look: "I'll follow your suggestion."
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