Yuan Zhao knew that Concubine Shu and Yuan Heng had naturally maintained a correspondence.
These days, especially after the urgent news came from the capital, Yuan Heng's condition has been very depressed.
He was obviously worried.
Yuan Heng sighed deeply, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his voice was low and bitter,
"Mother said that Father is seriously ill...and it's my brother who wants to take control of the government..."
There was a flickering fire in his eyes, and there was a hint of struggle in his tone, but he stopped talking halfway through.
Yuan Zhao looked at him quietly, his eyes calm, but he understood in his heart.
Recently, similar rumors have been spreading throughout the government and the country.
——Emperor Xuan was seriously ill, and the crown prince took advantage of the situation to seize power, suspected of forcing the emperor to abdicate, and various conspiracy theories were rampant.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and her voice was calm but pointed.
"So what does she want you to do?"
Yuan Heng's fingertips curled slightly, with a hint of struggle in his eyes, and he said slowly,
"She told me... to take control of the military and return to the capital at the right time..."
He paused here, seemed hesitant, and looked up at Yuan Zhao.
Seeing that she looked calm and composed, he took a deep breath and uttered three words with difficulty.
"...Clear the emperor's side."
When the three words "clear the court" were spoken, the air in the warm room seemed to stagnate for a moment.
The firelight reflected on Yuan Heng's slightly pale face. Yuan Zhao remained silent and did not say a word.
Yuan Heng became increasingly nervous, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was afraid that she would misunderstand him. He eagerly reached out to hold Yuan Zhao's hand.
"Imperial sister...I didn't think..."
However, before he could finish his words, Yuan Zhao had already reached out and held his hand firmly.
Her palms were warm, gently wrapping around his anxiety and fear, just like when he fell as a child.
Yuan Heng was stunned. Even though the charcoal fire was burning brightly, his hands were still cold.
Yuan Zhao tightened his grip, comforting him with a gentle and firm voice.
"It's okay, don't worry, my sister knows."
Yuan Heng pursed his lips, his breath trembling slightly. He thought that the imperial sister would blame him and question him.
But she just said "I know" lightly, which made all the burdens in his heart relax.
"Do you believe my sister?" Yuan Zhao asked him.
Yuan Heng nodded vigorously, "Of course I believe in my sister!"
"What about my brother?"
Yuan Heng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I believe it..."
Yuan Zhao noticed his hesitation and just smiled, "Then I tell you, my brother would never do such a thing."
Yuan Heng lowered his eyes, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, and after a while he said, "I know..."
Suddenly, his eyes turned red and tears fell.
Yuan Zhao was a little at a loss, wondering why he suddenly became like this.
She reached out and patted his shoulder, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.
"You're fine, why are you crying?"
"You're already a general, how can you be laughed at like this?"
Yuan Heng lowered his head, his shoulders twitching slightly, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
He seemed to finally be unable to suppress the emotions in his heart, and suddenly hugged Yuan Zhao's waist, buried his head in her shoulder, and shouted in a trembling, almost hoarse voice -
"I don't want to be a general!"
"I don't want to fight with my brother!"
Yuan Zhao was startled and slowly lowered his eyes. He saw his brother leaning on his shoulder, his shoulders trembling slightly and his eyes were very red.
She raised her hand, slowly placed it on his back, and patted it gently.
"Ah Heng...if you don't want to do it, then don't do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Heng looked up suddenly, his eyes were red and stained with tears.
"Royal sister..." He choked with sobs, his voice as low as a candle flame in the wind, "Do you know... how much I envy Xiaoyu..."
Yuan Zhao listened quietly, without stopping the soothing gesture of his hands.
"He doesn't have to carry so much like Ah Sheng, nor does he have to be so competitive like Nan Nan... He doesn't even have to be the cutest person all the time like Zhi Zhi..."
Yuan Heng's voice gradually lowered, as if he had been holding these words in his heart for a long time and poured them out in one breath.
"He just needs to stay in the middle, be the most transparent, and do what he wants... and you will all love him just the same."
As he spoke, tears fell on Yuan Zhao's shoulders, so warm that it made her heart ache.
"But what about me?" he murmured, his eyes filled with confusion. "I actually just want to follow behind my brother and sister, be a leisurely prince, and not have to worry about anything or fight for anything..."
Yuan Zhao's heart was gripped by his words.
She actually knew Yuan Heng's efforts all along, and also knew the silence behind him.
He could have been like Xiaoyu, but the difference was that he and Yuan Cheng Yuan Zhao had different mothers.
If they are siblings, they will naturally trust and entrust each other unconditionally.
But they were born into the royal family, and they could not let go of their grudges like ordinary people. They were also forced to stand on different sides because of the things they carried.
He has always been careful to find his place among his brothers and sisters, and never dared to step out of line.
She reached out and gently stroked the top of his head, sighing, her voice filled with soft pity.
"Ah Heng, the Imperial Sister knows what you are thinking."
She paused and said slowly, "To my sister, you and my brother are the same."
Yuan Heng raised his head when he heard this, "Really?"
Yuan Zhao nodded. "We are siblings, just like Sheng'er and Nan Nan. If you hurt my brother, I will naturally stand by him..."
She spoke slowly and clearly, "But if Yuan Cheng becomes the Great One and harms you, I will protect you."
When Yuan Heng heard this, tears fell again, as if he had finally found a place to rely on, and he hugged her tightly.
"Imperial sister..." he said slowly, "I'm so tired..."
Yuan Zhao embraced him and comforted him, "But now, you are also a prince. Your father is seriously ill, so you must naturally shoulder your responsibilities."
"As for other matters, let's talk about it after the war is over..."
Yuan Heng nodded and kept his head buried in her neck until he calmed down.
Gradually, he felt a little embarrassed, and even more embarrassed to look up.
But suddenly a soft voice came from the door, "Lao San'er..."
"Are you crying?"
When Yuan Heng heard this voice, his body shook violently and most of his drunkenness was sobered up.
Yuan Zhao turned around and saw Yuan Qiyu standing at the door at some point.
Beside him stood a white figure.
"noob!"
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