Yang Fu looked troubled. “Master, all the doctors with even a little bit of reputation have been invited by the Huo family. It’s really hard to find a good doctor.”
"There's no need to force it. As long as the Crown Prince dies outside, Liu Huan is nothing to fear," Yang Zhong said softly. The Huo family doesn't participate in court politics, so unless Liu Huan's life is taken, the Huo family certainly won't easily jump out.
After drinking the cooling soup that Yang Zhong had brought him, Wang Kuanqi sent his trusted aide, Wang Tu, to express his gratitude. "Lord Yang, my master is unable to come, so he sent this old servant to thank you." He then lowered his voice and asked, "Now that everyone is here, when does Lord Yang plan to make his move?"
Yang Zhong's mind raced. There were quite a few disciples of the Wang family, and he hadn't expected them to all arrive so quickly. He said, "Let's make our move now." He had originally planned to send someone to 'request orders' the next day, but he changed his mind at that moment.
The Emperor was waiting for Xie Yun. He couldn't give the Emperor even an hour. Without anyone mediating, he could directly confront the Emperor and was confident that he could get the Emperor to release Zhizhang, deal with Wang Jiyang and Wei Tingsi, and then have the students petition for him to be promoted to the first rank. This way, he could suppress Qiu Tangshi, and even if that old bastard Xie Yun returned, he could only watch helplessly.
If the emperor wants to seize power, there is absolutely no way he can do so as long as Yang Zhong is alive! If he really doesn't listen to advice, there are so many princes, and so many princes who want to be emperor. He doesn't mind serving as an advisor to three emperors.
Wang Tu said, "This servant will go and report to the master." He bowed and stepped back, whispering a few words in Wang Kuanqi's ear. Wang Kuanqi turned his head and looked over. Their eyes met in the air, and they both nodded to each other, a meaningful smile appearing on their lips.
Before long, Yang Fu and Wang Tu both left the East Gate.
The sky grew darker and darker, and the golden sun on the horizon was already hanging obliquely on the branches of the western mountains, ready to sink behind them at any moment.
A gust of hot wind blew by, carrying with it a mournful cry that reached the ears of everyone at the East Gate.
"Give me back my son! Give me back my daughter! Wang Kuanqi, Shen Shi, I'll haunt you even in death!"
The voice was choked with sobs, yet the content was crystal clear. The hatred it conveyed chilled everyone to the bone, like walking down a supposedly haunted mountain path at night when a piercing scream of "Give me back my life!" suddenly came from behind, sending shivers down your spine.
Following the sound, Yang Zhong saw that the carriages of the Sun, Yang, Xie, and Wang families had gathered at the East Gate. He felt his tongue was tied in knots and his hands and feet were not under his control. It was over, it was over, Wang Kuanqi was really doomed.
The death of Grand Tutor Wang was a mistake.
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