Xiao Lingyu's hand didn't stop picking up the food. "Uncle also knows that you are a dead man now. If you expose it in public, are you trying to implicate me, your nephew, and make me lose my position as the crown prince?"
Ling Zizhong looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the table. He had clearly called people over under the pretext of having dinner together, but he himself didn't eat a single bite.
Hearing this, he sneered: "Crown Prince? Don't forget, apart from this identity, you are still her biological son!"
The more Ling Zizhong spoke, the more indignant he became. "Now your mother's cause of death is unknown, and that bastard emperor is seriously ill. He holds the power of regent, but instead of investigating the matter, he 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 though my 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 yet claimed to be ill. Moreover, the emperor was seriously ill and the matter was of great importance, so how could he make it known to everyone?
Ling Zizhong was in his own secret room, yet he still maintained contact with the outside world...
Xiao Lingyu lowered her long eyelashes to hide the gloom in her eyes.
On the other side, Ling Zizhong realized that he had said something wrong after hearing what he said. Cold sweat soaked his back, but it did not show on his face.
He laughed it off perfunctorily: "Since I can still come back, I must have a backup plan. It's not surprising to know this..."
The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. After he said this, he stopped talking, picked up his chopsticks in silence, and buried his head in eating to avoid Xiao Lingyu's gaze.
He originally thought that if Xiao Lingyu continued to ask questions, he would take advantage of the situation to make him angry and leave, 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 escaped.
Ling Zizhong didn't dare to be careless this time. He tensed up and thought about every word several times in his mind before speaking it out.
I had no idea how to enjoy the meal.
After the meal, Ling Zizhong couldn't wait to send everyone away 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 the only possibility was for him to get out.
As expected, both guards nodded.
"Your Highness, he comes out every day at 3 p.m. and doesn't leave the mansion. He just wanders around. 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 long while, he said in a serious tone: "From now on, 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 answered yes tremblingly.
Xiao Lingyu took a few steps and then turned back: "Be sure to check carefully and don't let him find out that you are monitoring him."
The two guards nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Your Highness!"
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Previously, due to his illness, Xiao Yanli had forgotten about the matter of Song Shiwei. Now that his condition was under control, Xiao Yanli started to think about it again.
Treasures of the previous dynasty...
He had previously thought of waiting a little longer, but now with Jiang Zhiyu like a sword hanging over his head, Xiao Yanli unconsciously felt a sense of urgency.
If Jiang Zhiyu told the whole story about the Drunken Moon Cage, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to him.
Every step he wanted to take would require a large amount of silver to support him. The Drunken Moon Cage was his main source of money. If it was cut off...
Thinking of this, Xiao Yanli's face became even gloomier.
But if you get the treasure of the previous dynasty, everything will be different.
The palace gates of the Nine Heavens were opened, and people from all over the world came to pay homage to the emperor. This shows the prosperity of the previous dynasty.
Not to mention the numerous shops in the city, the prosperous trade, the morning market and the night market connected day and night, and the restaurants, teahouses, and tile houses scattered around.
If I could get...
"Does the person Xiao Chuji sent to look for the treasure have any clues?"
Retracting his thoughts, Xiao Yanli said in a deep voice.
"It seems we've gained nothing," Uncle Zhang said with a worried look in his eyes. "I just don't know what Jiang Zhaorong said to the Second Prince. I think he's about to lose his temper."
Xiao Yanli lightly stroked the tabletop with his fingers. "We can't wait any longer. Jiang Zhiyu might leak this information at any time. Father is seriously ill and must be very dependent on Jiang Zhiyu right now. I'm afraid he'll believe anything she says."
Uncle Zhang had seen Xiao Yanli when he was ill, and he didn't doubt his words at all.
At this moment, the emperor must have regarded Jiang Zhiyu as his life-saving straw and would certainly do everything according to her wishes. How could he refute her?
"So, we must hurry up and rescue Song Shiwei from the palace and place her under our noses before she tells anyone and the emperor becomes suspicious of me."
Everyone understands the principle, but the difficult part is implementation.
One is how to get Song Shiwei out of the palace in a reasonable and logical way.
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 was in the court, in front of all the ministers, and said to Xiao Lingyu, who was serving as regent: "Your Majesty, I beg to marry Song Shiwei, the adopted daughter of the Prime Minister, as the prince's consort, to bring happiness to my father."
Yes, for the purpose of bringing good luck.
The so-called "Chongxi" means that when someone in the family is seriously ill, people use the act of holding a happy event to drive away the so-called evil spirits, hoping that the patient will recover.
The emperor is now seriously ill. Although there is no more worrying news coming from the palace, it is an indisputable fact that the emperor is still bedridden.
After much thought, this was the only excuse that could allow Song Shiwei to leave the palace legitimately and be directly placed in the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
After hearing what Xiao Yanli said, Xiao Chuji's face suddenly changed, and the hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but clench into fists.
He looked up at the figure standing upright and kneeling in the hall, gritting his teeth.
What a good trick!
Not only did he gain a good reputation, but he could also legitimately keep someone under his watch. Given enough time, would he still be worried about not being able to find clues to the previous dynasty's treasure on Song Shiwei?!
No matter how much Xiao Chuji gritted his teeth, he was indeed a step slower.
Xiao Lingyu looked at Xiao Yanli in surprise for a long time before finally saying softly, "Regarding matters of marriage, we should consult our father before making any final decision."
After the court session, Xiao Yanli did not leave, but waited outside the palace. In addition to Xiao Lingyu, Xiao Chuji was also 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 matter of getting married, what was Xiao Chuji doing?
Tortured by illness for the past few days, Xiao Chuji's 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."
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