morning.
A blood-red winter sun slowly rose from the eastern sky, adding a faint warmth to the cold earth and adding a touch of color to the gray and white color of the ground.
One morning.
The news that the prince was assassinated in the imperial mausoleum spread like wildfire.
Ordinary people didn't feel anything, but to officials in the court, it had another meaning.
It was the emperor who summoned the prince, but this happened. The emperor just asked the imperial physician to see him and didn't say anything else.
Could it be that you are not optimistic about the current prince with his unstable temperament?
Each minister has his own different opinion.
People were discussing this matter in private.
The Prime Minister's Mansion was very quiet and refused to accept the visiting officials who were sent by an unknown prince. They remained neutral and recognized them as long as they were the emperor appointed by the old emperor.
When Chu Yanyan heard the news that Feng Qingwu was assassinated, she was worried for a while and asked the system, but the system told her it was fake.
So I felt at ease and continued to do my own thing.
In the palace.
The palace maids and eunuchs quickened their pace. Although it was daytime, there was a solemn atmosphere.
Inner Temple.
When Su Ranyan returned to her body, her face turned pale instantly.
Feng Yechen, who was standing by, saw this and quickly went over to support the other person. He signaled the people around him to go out.
After the others walked out.
Feng Yechen showed worry on his face. He picked up the pot of tea next to him and handed it to her: "Yan'er, are you okay?"
Su Ranyan took it, took a small sip, and her complexion gradually improved.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at Feng Yechen: "The situation is not as good as before. We need to finish it quickly to avoid any unexpected events."
"What's the result of Feng Qingwu's recovery?"
"Yeah." Su Ranyan lowered her eyes: "I don't know why, he suddenly got better, and my heart became more uneasy." She regretted torturing Feng Qingwu slowly. She should have just put an end to him, and now none of these things would have happened.
Ultimately, it was Chu Yanyan's incident.
"You don't have to be so afraid of him. I'm still here, right?" Feng Yechen comforted.
Su Ranyan pulled his hand away and got off the bed. "Forget it. The current situation is not as simple as it seems on the surface. I'm more worried that the emperor will soon be out of my control. We must seize the throne before he regains consciousness."
As she spoke, her eyes were filled with determination. She looked at the person behind her and said word by word: "Ye Chen, how about we just borrow the hand of our father to write the imperial edict and then let him die."
Feng Yechen pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, a rare moment. He met Su Ranyan's resolute gaze and said, "It's not impossible to do what you said, but he is my father after all. Can you give me some time to think about it?"
"We only have today and tomorrow. The ministers will definitely discuss this matter at the morning court tomorrow, and I will finish writing it tomorrow evening. I'll leave the work on the third day to you."
Su Ranyan said this, walked to the Buddha, pulled out a silver needle from the candle lamp above, and placed it in Feng Yechen's hand.
What to do on the third day?
Feng Yechen's eyes were dazed for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and held the needle, which still had some residual warmth, in his palm.
Thinking about it, doesn't this mean going to the secret room in Su Ranyan's side yard study and inserting the needle into the small Buddha statue engraved with the old emperor's birth date?
"good."
Su Ranyan breathed a sigh of relief, but she was not completely sure: "Your Majesty, we have to make a bad plan."
"Um."
The next day's morning court session.
After briefly explaining the main points of yesterday's memorial, the emperor asked his ministers to leave the court.
Several ministers of middle rank walked to the center and began to report to the emperor a series of bad reputations of the current prince. In the end, they specifically requested that Feng Qingwu's qualification as the crown prince be temporarily suspended.
Others suggested that Prince So-and-so had good character, treated the people well, and was a qualified crown prince.
Among them, the one with the most support is King Chen.
In the past, the old emperor would have been furious after hearing this.
But after all, the current old emperor is not himself.
Su Ranyan listened to their conversation without saying a word.
The generals who supported the Crown Prince stood up and said, "Your Majesty, although the Crown Prince has a bad reputation in the capital, he is a meritorious official of the Great Xing Nation. If it were not for the Crown Prince's leadership, how could we have reached a hundred-year friendly agreement with the foreign nations?"
Another general said, "As for the Southern Border issue, if it weren't for the Crown Prince leading the troops to resolve it, how could we have such a large territory today?"
The general spoke in a somewhat blunt manner.
The old emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, until they became a line.
The civil servants on the side began to talk.
The Imperial Censor stepped forward and spoke bluntly, "But times have changed. What Daxing needs is a wise ruler, not a tyrant who only uses brute force!"
"Your Majesty, I think what the censor said is absolutely right. If we allow a monarch with an unstable temperament to govern us, the consequences will be disastrous."
"That's right." Those who supported this side responded.
The general snorted coldly, "So you're ignoring the Crown Prince's merits? Without the Crown Prince, how could we have this prosperous and peaceful world?"
"General, what you are saying is not the prosperity that only comes under the wise rule of our Majesty. Where do you put your Majesty?"
"you."
"Enough, shut up!" An old and weak voice came from the hall.
The people who were originally chattering immediately quieted down.
The old emperor tapped his fingers on the armrests of the dragon throne, his cloudy eyes fixed on the silent Prime Minister Chu below: "Lord Chu, do you have any ideas?"
Chu Hetian, who was called, stood up and said respectfully, "I have nothing to say. I will listen to your Majesty's wishes."
What Su Ranyan wanted was Chu Hetian's neutrality: "Okay, since that's the case, I have made up my mind, so let's withdraw from the court."
"Dismiss the court." The eunuch's sharp voice sounded.
The general shook his head and left helplessly.
The system reported what happened in court today to Chu Yanyan.
Before Chu Yanyan could say anything, the system said, "Yanyanzi, do you want to tell Feng Qingwu about this?"
Chu Yanyan held the ink pen, and with his efforts, his handwriting was no longer as ugly as it was at the beginning, and he had begun to form his own style.
After hearing what the system said, he said, "Do you think he's unsure? Telling him this will only make him more suspicious. Just wait and see."
"Yes, I thought things were too simple."
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