Chapter 401: Overjoyed
Xiao Lingyu's hand picking up the dishes did not pause at all: "Uncle also knows that you are now a dead man. You exposed it in public. Are you trying to implicate me, your nephew, and even this prince?"
Ling Zizhong looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the table. He clearly called people over in the name of having dinner together, but he himself did not touch a single bite.
Hearing this, he sneered: "Prince? Don't forget that apart from this identity, you are still her biological son!"
The more Ling Zizhong talked, the more angry he became: "Now your mother's cause of death is unknown, and that dog emperor is also seriously ill. He holds the power of supervising the country, but he doesn't want to investigate it clearly, but does nothing. It's really disheartening!"
Xiao Lingyu turned a deaf ear.
But then, as if he thought of something, he put down his chopsticks and tilted his head to look at him.
"Even if uncle is in this secret room, he knows a lot about what's happening outside."
When he brought Ling Zizhong back, the emperor had not claimed to be ill yet. Besides, the emperor was seriously ill and the matter was of great importance. How could he let everyone know about it?
Ling Zizhong was in his own secret room, but he was still able to keep in touch with the outside world...
Xiao Lingyu's long eyelashes drooped, blocking the gloom in his eyes.
On the other side, after hearing what he said, Ling Zizhong also knew that he had said something wrong. Cold sweat soaked his back, but it was not visible on his face.
He laughed and said perfunctorily: "Since I can still come back, I naturally have a backup plan. It's not surprising that I know these..."
The more he said, the more wrong he was. After saying this, he stopped talking, picked up his chopsticks in silence, and buried his head in eating, in order to avoid Xiao Lingyu's gaze.
He originally thought that if Xiao Lingyu continued to ask questions, he would take advantage of the situation and make a fuss to get rid of him, but Xiao Lingyu just looked at him a few times, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened. During the meal, he also asked a few questions about how he could escape.
Ling Zizhong did not dare to be careless this time. He tensed his mind and went over every sentence in his mind several times before he uttered it.
He ate a meal without any taste.
After the meal, Ling Zizhong hurriedly left in the name of resting. Xiao Lingyu did as he wished and did not stay.
After leaving the secret room, there were only two guards guarding the door. Xiao Lingyu stopped and asked in a low voice: "Has he been out these days?"
No one else could get in, so it was only possible that he went out.
As expected, the two guards nodded.
"Your Highness, he comes out at 3 p.m. every day, but he doesn't leave the house. He just wanders around the house. I saw that he just came out to get some fresh air, so I didn't report it to Your Highness."
Xiao Lingyu's expression was distorted, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said in a serious tone: "In the future, all his actions, where he went, what he used, even how many days he went to the toilet every day, must be reported in detail. Do you understand?"
The two guards replied tremblingly.
Xiao Lingyu took a few steps and turned back: "Be sure to check carefully, don't let him find out that you are monitoring him."
The two guards nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Your Highness!"
...
Because of his illness, Xiao Yanli had forgotten about Song Shiwei. Now that his illness is under control, Xiao Yanli started to think about it again.
The treasure of the previous dynasty...
He had thought about waiting before, but now that Jiang Zhiyu's sword is hanging over his head, Xiao Yanli unconsciously feels a little bit of urgency.
If Jiang Zhiyu tells him everything about Zuiyuelong, it will undoubtedly be a heavy blow to him.
Everything he wants to do requires a lot of silver. Zuiyuelong is his main source of money. Once it is cut off...
Thinking of this, Xiao Yanli's face can't help but become even gloomier.
But if he gets the treasure of the previous dynasty, everything will be different.
The nine-day palace gates are open, and people from all over the world are dressed in formal attire to pay homage. The prosperity of the previous dynasty can be seen from this.
Not to mention the numerous shops in the city, the booming trade, the morning market and the night market connected day and night, and the restaurants, teahouses, and tile houses are scattered around.
If he can get...
"Does the person Xiao Chuji sent to find the treasure have any clues?"
Xiao Yanli asked in a deep voice, retracting his thoughts.
"It seems that nothing has been gained," Uncle Zhang's eyes were thoughtful, "I just don't know what Jiang Zhaorong said to the second prince. I think he can't hold back anymore."
Xiao Yanli lightly stroked the table with his fingers, "We can't wait any longer. Jiang Zhiyu may expose the matter at any time. Father is seriously ill and must be very dependent on Jiang Zhiyu at this moment. I'm afraid that Father will believe whatever she says now."
Uncle Zhang had seen Xiao Yanli's sick look and didn't question his words at all.
The emperor must have regarded Jiang Zhiyu as a life-saving straw at this moment. He must have done everything according to her wishes. How could he contradict her?
"So, we must seize the time and rescue Song Shiwei from the palace and place her under our noses before she tells it and Father becomes suspicious of me."
Everyone understands the principle, but the difficulty lies in implementation.
The first is how to reasonably get Song Shiwei out of the palace.
The second is how to place Song Shiwei in the Sixth Prince's Mansion under the command of Jiang Zhaorong and Xiao Chuji.
After much thought, there is only one way.
The next day, Xiao Yanli said to Xiao Lingyu, who was supervising the country, in front of all the ministers in the court: "Your Majesty, I ask to marry Song Shiwei, the adopted daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, as the prince's consort to celebrate your father's happiness."
Yes, to celebrate your happiness.
The so-called celebration of happiness means that when someone in the family is seriously ill, the act of holding a wedding is used to drive away the so-called evil spirits, hoping that the patient will recover.
Now that the emperor is seriously ill, although there is no more worrying news from the palace, it is an indisputable fact that the emperor is still bedridden.
After much thought, this is the only excuse that can allow Song Shiwei to leave the palace reasonably and at the same time directly place him in the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
After hearing what Xiao Yanli said, Xiao Chuji's face suddenly changed, and the hand hidden in his sleeve couldn't help but clenched into a fist.
He looked up at the figure standing upright in the hall, clenching his back teeth.
What a good trick!
Not only did he gain a good reputation, but he could also keep the person under his nose. Given time, would he be afraid of not being able to find out the clues of the treasure of the previous dynasty on Song Shiwei? !
No matter how much Xiao Chuji gritted his teeth, he was indeed a step slow.
Xiao Lingyu looked at Xiao Yanli in surprise for a long time, and finally whispered: "For marriage, we should consult our father before making a decision." After
the court session, Xiao Yanli did not leave, but waited outside the palace. In addition to Xiao Lingyu, Xiao Chuji was with him.
"Second brother, what are you doing?" Xiao Lingyu looked at him in confusion.
Xiao Yanli was waiting to see his father to discuss the wedding, and what was Xiao Chuji doing?
Xiao Chuji had been tortured by illness for several days, and his already thin figure became even thinner, and his chin became more pointed. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "To be honest, I also want to marry Miss Song."