The ministers' hoarse cries reached the ears of the soldiers defending the city. They were stunned for an instant and stood there, at a loss as to what to do.
"Is what he said true? Lu Zhaoyuan is actually of the royal bloodline of the previous dynasty, and our prince is also of the royal bloodline of the previous dynasty?"
"The one who spoke was the Minister of Rites. Beside him were the Minister of War, the Minister of Personnel, and Prime Minister Xie... so many ministers. Judging from their expressions, they all seemed to agree with what the Minister of Rites said."
"Should we believe them? No matter what, we in Daxia absolutely cannot allow someone with royal blood from the previous dynasty to ascend the throne and become emperor."
“…”
The people below were whispering and talking among themselves. The guard leader's eyelids were twitching and he could not bear to listen at all.
He himself is of the bloodline of the previous dynasty, so naturally he supports the restoration of the previous dynasty and hopes that Prince Jing can ascend the throne and change Daxia back to Dachen.
At this moment, he roared angrily, "Don't listen to their nonsense! His Royal Highness's bloodline is extremely pure, how could it be the bloodline of the royal family of the previous dynasty!"
However, just as he finished speaking this to the people around him, the ministers outside the palace came out one after another to tell about the evidence they had found.
The guard leader's face instantly turned ugly as if he had eaten shit.
This time, he heard louder discussions.
The soldiers and generals under him were discussing whether to let Prince Yong into the palace.
The guard leader gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and ordered coldly, "Shut up! Without the Crown Prince's order, we absolutely cannot let them in!"
The boss was furious, and the soldiers were instantly silent, not daring to say a word.
In this deadly silent atmosphere, a soldier and a eunuch hurried over.
"Sir, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent someone to deliver a message."
The soldier made way for the eunuch who stepped forward and said, "Commander-in-chief, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has requested that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yong and the other ministers be allowed into the palace."
The guard commander's face was filled with disbelief: "Why would His Royal Highness the Crown Prince issue such an order?"
The eunuch snorted coldly, "I have always served His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. How could I possibly deceive you, Your Excellency?"
The guard commander couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
What on earth does His Royal Highness mean by this?
Could it be that they want to capture Prince Yong and those disobedient ministers in the palace?
That's feasible. This way, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince won't have to worry about losing his position as Crown Prince anymore.
Just as I was thinking this, the eunuch continued, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also said that if Prince Yong wants to lead his troops in, then let him do it, and you don't have to stop him."
Guard Commander: “…”
The mighty and tall man was completely dumbfounded. What exactly did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mean by this?
*
In the huge and cold Fengtian Hall, a man and a woman hugged each other, feeling the warmth from each other.
"Xue Zheng, I can't accompany you anymore. I'll have to trouble you to take care of our daughters."
Prince Jing's voice was light and airy, as if it was floating in the air and difficult to land.
Su Xuezheng raised her head with trembling hands, her eyes misty with tears. "You don't have to be like this. You haven't done anything bad. The most my eighth brother can do is imprison you."
In fact, she was not sure whether Prince Yong would let go of her husband who had royal blood of the previous dynasty.
But that's what she hoped for in her heart.
Prince Jing shook his head: "No! I shouldn't continue to live in this world."
As long as he is alive, my mother will have ideas.
It was only after Prince Jing became the crown prince in a daze that he learned from Lu Zhaoyuan what kind of unspeakable bloodline he had in his veins for the royal family of Daxia.
At that moment, he suddenly knew why his brothers died one after another.
It was his mother paving the way for him.
From that day on, he was often trapped in pain and entanglement.
He never had any big ambitions, but his mother wanted to recover Dachen.
Why?
Da Chen has long become a thing of the past, why is my mother so obsessed with it?
Prince Jing could not understand Lu Zhaoyuan's thoughts, nor did he want to change his surname Qu.
To be honest, when he heard that Prince Yong had quietly arrived in the capital with his troops, he was really happy, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Prince Jing stroked his wife's hair and said, "Xue Zheng, we don't have a son. After I die, my eighth brother shouldn't make things too difficult for you and your daughter."
At this time, Prince Jing was glad that his wife gave birth to three daughters in succession, but not a son.
He was also thankful that no woman in the backyard had given birth to a son for him.
If he really had a son, that child would definitely not survive.
"It's just that you have to work hard to raise three daughters."
Prince Jing took one last look at Su Xuezheng's beautiful face, and pushed her out of Fengtian Palace as she couldn't control her tears.
Then he sat quietly on the steps under the dragon throne, staring blankly at the empty hall.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard outside the palace. Prince Jing forced a smile and tremblingly took something out of his arms and put it into his mouth.
After a moment, looking at the old friend coming against the light, he said softly: "Long time no see, Eighth Brother."
Yan Cheng looked down at the acquaintance sitting on the ground, his eyes were complicated, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
He didn't expect that his next meeting with Prince Jing would be like this.
They were in the Fengtian Hall, where Prince Jing sat without any manners, looking down at his third brother who had an ambitious mother.
There is only one Prince Jing, but there are countless people behind him.
Yan Cheng: "Third brother, long time no see, you don't look well."
It’s indeed not very good.
Compared to Prince Jing a few years ago, who appeared cautious and mediocre but was free and easy behind the scenes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com