Zhaoyang Palace.
"Didn't you say you were going to see your mynah brother? Why are you here in Zhaoyang Palace?"
When Yang Guifei saw her son running into the house angrily, and then sitting down angrily, and finally snorted angrily, she felt like laughing.
But in the end, he didn't want to make his son even more angry, so he suppressed his smile and asked calmly.
The Ninth Prince exploded: "Eighth Brother? What kind of Eighth Brother is he? I was the Eighth Prince before he came back. Why should I give up my position to him as soon as he comes back?"
"You also said that he is back."
Yang Guifei was calm. It was only the eighth prince's position, not the crown prince's. "It was your father who said the re-ranking."
"Did he make you angry?"
No one knows a son better than his mother. Yang Guifei knew at a glance who the Ninth Prince was angry about.
"Well, he's just as annoying as Qu Zhaoheng. No, he's even more annoying than Qu Zhaoheng. He just came back and hasn't even established a solid foundation yet, yet he's already arrogant and still thinking about things that don't belong to him."
The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth and said, "And Qu Zhaoxing, doesn't he just have a father who led troops to war? No matter what, he is just a prince. What qualifications does he have to show off in front of me?" He is a prince.
The Crown Prince of Chu?
Why is there still something to do with him?
Yang Guifei began to have a headache. At this time, in her mind, Yan Cheng’s affairs were trivial matters. The key was the Prince of Chu.
"You're causing a scene? Didn't I tell you that his father commands a large army and we should try to win him over if possible?"
Why does her son always refuse to listen?
"I also want to listen to my mother's advice and win him over, but Qu Zhaoxing has a terrible temper. I've been trying to be nice to him for several years, but he still hasn't treated me any better."
The Ninth Prince took a few sips of tea and suppressed his burning anger: "I will definitely not try to please him. Father is in good health now. It is not yet time for me to participate in the fight for the throne."
Although he was young and energetic, he was cautious under the guidance of Yang Guifei. He knew what to say and what not to say, and he said the word "seize the throne" in a low voice.
"Isn't the King of Chu currently at war? He might die in battle any day. How could a useless guy like Qu Zhaoxing, who's neither good at literature nor martial arts, possibly become the next King of Chu with illustrious military achievements?"
"By that time, the Southwest Army's general will definitely have to be replaced. Perhaps the new general will be easier to win over."
Yang Guifei's eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly I thought of someone.
He seems to have been in the southwest for more than ten years, and it is said that he has already become the confidant of the King of Chu.
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This was Yan Cheng's first night staying in the palace.
To be honest, it was even more lonely and boring than he had imagined.
The room was spacious, the bed was soft, and the incense was elegant, but he was the only one here.
The place, the people, the things were all new to him.
Although there were many people related to him by blood living in this palace, he could not feel the ease and comfort that he had when he was in the Yan family.
What he felt was a heavy oppression.
This palace where everyone has their own ulterior motives is more like an inescapable shackle for him.
A fine brocade quilt covered his body, but the warmth was gone, as if his warm body was wandering back and forth among the wronged souls in the palace.
It was late at night, and the pattern above his head was hazy. Yan Cheng missed Leng Yan a little.
Everyone in the Yan family has their own things to do. Yan Guangyi is busy working as an official, Chu Yuan manages all the affairs of the Yan Mansion, Yan Zhuo studies hard for the imperial examinations, Yan Xi learns to be a lady from a noble family, and Yan Luo learns to grow up.
Normally they wouldn't spend most of their time on him.
Only Leng Yan always focuses on him, paying attention to every detail of his life, as if there is no one else in his eyes or heart.
Sometimes he couldn't understand why Leng Yan could lock himself by his side just for a life-saving favor.
Isn't freedom good? Why would you exile your freedom and willingly put yourself in chains?
He had asked this question before, but Leng Yan didn't care.
He said: "Maybe for some people, freedom is a lifelong pursuit, but I don't want this kind of freedom with an uncertain future. I want a stable life more."
"Being with you, I feel an unprecedented sense of security. I am not a gambler and I am unwilling to give up the current stability and gamble on the unknown."
Now that the man who always liked to wear black was not around, Yan Cheng felt a little uncomfortable.
I still have to find a way to leave the palace and set up my own office as soon as possible.
Yan Cheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep at night, and reviewed the major and minor events that happened in Beier Institute that day.
During the day, the prince and the crown prince left the North Second Prison. Yan Cheng met with the eunuchs and palace maids in the North Second Prison, and admonished and warned them. These people were not trained by themselves, and he always felt uneasy.
It was not enough to do these things on the surface, he also secretly asked the only two people he trusted, Jian Ying and Jian Rong, to observe all the nails in Bei Er that no one else had.
The Queen said that all the palace maids in the North Second Prison were clean. Even if the Queen really did not lie and actually found these palace maids that she thought were clean, Yan Cheng did not dare to trust them completely.
If there were spies in the Queen's own Fengyi Palace, how could he believe that there weren't one or two or even more spies among the palace maids in Beierso?
After admonishing the palace maids in the North Second Office, the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, who had just returned from outside the palace, followed Emperor Jingxi's order to take his pulse.
I came to the same conclusion as Matron Liu and the old doctor: the pulse was strange and could not be cured.
Yan Cheng didn't know what he said to Emperor Jingxi, but not long after, Emperor Jingxi sent a large batch of medicinal herbs, telling him to take good care of his health and not to be frugal.
Yan Cheng was silent at that time.
How seriously ill was he in the eyes of Emperor Jingxi? Was it necessary to send so many medicinal herbs? Before he even got close, he could smell the fragrance of the herbs.
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