Chapter 208: The Treacherous Prime Minister and the Stupid Emperor
Zhang Zhongyi and Xiao Yuan really have a tacit understanding.
It was just as Governor Xiao thought, the old man would definitely come for such a big event.
The road to succession is changing rapidly, and even if Zhang Zhongyi is sure of his success, he dare not hide in the mansion and wait quietly.
A thousand-mile dam can be destroyed by an ant hole, and it is very likely that a tiny change can lead to a complete loss.
He had been preparing for so many years, and the success or failure depended on this one move. If the Third Prince made a wrong decision due to his sudden inspiration, he would be so angry that he would die.
Unfortunately, no matter how careful he was, he still couldn't prevent this idiot from revealing his identity.
There was no point in saying more, so Zhang Zhongyi had to take off the cloth on his face and walked in front of the crowd.
Seeing the rosy-faced and high-spirited old emperor Zhang Zhongyi, what else could he not understand?
The so-called assassination was just a staged act so that he could break his sharpest knife with his own hands.
Needless to say, Chen Kuang, who later took over, was most likely a relative of this old guy, and those who were suspended because of Xiao Yuan were the ones who truly supported him.
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize it now. It was easy to get off but difficult to get up again.
After Xiao Yuan's death, he only had time to restore Ye Xiao and He Zhang's positions at Xiao Ling's reminder, and he didn't even think about the rest of the minions.
Actually, it’s not very useful even if I remember it.
A snake cannot move without a head, and a bird cannot fly without a head.
Xiao Yuan's adopted son was incapable of taking over his remaining power, and many people were dissatisfied with Chen Kuang's ignominious rise to power.
It is estimated that the current Dongchang has been split into several parts. No matter who comes to power, there will be chaos for a while.
Dongchang is not working well, no wonder his control over the court has weakened recently.
Zhang Zhongyi smiled slightly when he saw the old emperor glaring at him. He knew that his old master had figured out everything.
So what?
Afterwards, Zhuge Liang was of little use; his time as emperor had come to an end no matter what.
"Your Majesty, there is no point in saying more. It is your choice whether to write an imperial edict and die in dignity in the imperial mausoleum or be beheaded by the rebels and your body mutilated.
I have waited for so many years and I don't want to wait any longer.
If you don't write the edict in half a cup of tea's time, I will be offended.
Don't waste your time cursing at others. We are traitors and you are not a wise ruler.
Whether it is good or bad will be left for future generations to judge."
Jiang Xinyu, who was hiding in the dark, nodded in agreement. Although their positions were different, the old guy was still quite handsome now.
That's how it is. If you want to rebel, just rebel. What's the point of talking about great principles? Who doesn't have their own principles in their hearts?
I just don’t know if the old emperor has any other tricks up his sleeve.
Now that the mantis and the oriole have come out, if there is no major reversal, it will be their turn to show off.
The old emperor looked at Zhang Zhongyi who was confident of victory, and then at his third son who had black and blue lips and looked like a consumptive ghost, and sneered repeatedly.
"Fool, there is no antidote for forgetfulness, you can only use detoxifying soup to remove it bit by bit.
The process is long and painful, and many people die before the toxins are completely cleared.
He helped you take the throne just to control the government."
What the old emperor said was absolutely correct, and Jin Zexuan also believed it.
But he didn't dare to look back at Zhang Zhongyi now, for fear that he would catch the dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Now he also knows that he has been schemed against by this old guy, but at least he can sit on the throne.
Even if he was bedridden, would he be afraid of not being able to find a miracle doctor to treat him?
It's just to let Zhang Zhongyi plan the government affairs in the next few years and this transaction.
He felt that he had made plans against Zhang Zhongyi, but he didn't think that he had made plans. Seeing the old emperor dying, he still wanted to provoke him. He smiled coldly,
"Your Majesty guessed wrongly, the Second Prince committed treason and killed his brother.
Except for the three-year-old twelfth prince who escaped, the rest of the princes were killed."
As he spoke, Zhang Zhongyi waved his hand and a sharp blade pierced Jin Zexuan's chest.
The same place, the same killer, and the familiar formula. The knife that pierced the second prince also killed the third prince.
Jin Zexuan was already weak, and this stab shot him through the heart and he died instantly, dying more easily than the second prince.
Zhang Zhongyi smiled, "Although the twelfth prince is still young, he is already your majesty's only child. I, as an old minister, will do my utmost to assist the new emperor.
Your Majesty, please start writing. Don't let the imperial mausoleum you have spent more than 20 years on construction go to waste.
It’s expensive!”
The old emperor's face was pale and his hand holding the pen was shaking badly.
He knew that what Zhang Zhongyi said was true. This man could really replace the body and let his soul go to a mass grave.
Forget it. My sons are almost all dead. It would be good if there is one who escapes. Even if he is a puppet, at least he can be alive.
At this time, the old emperor did not know that Zhang Zhongyi chose the twelfth prince not just because of his young age.
But he had already replaced the person with his own grandson.
Three-year-old children are all chubby, round, fair and tender. No minister in the court has ever seen one. If all the wet nurses and palace maids were killed, no one would know whether it was true or not.
He made such a big move not to become a powerful official, but to make sure that future kings of the Jin Dynasty would be of his bloodline.
The old emperor trembled as he wrote the next stroke, and even Zhang Zhongyi, who pretended to be calm, showed a greedy gleam in his eyes.
Although he could have accomplished his goal without the edict, he ultimately lost.
Those idle princes of the royal family and the nobles who did not participate were more or less a nuisance.
With this edict, everything will be much more legitimate, and the history books a hundred years later will look better.
Jiang Xinyu poked Xiao Yuan and asked, "Is it about time to kill this old thing?"
Xiao Yuan held her naughty hand and chuckled.
"Wait a little longer, it's just a piece of imperial edict that we can tear up later."
That's true. Reversal always happens at the last minute. We might as well wait a little longer since we've already waited until now.
They hid here to watch the excitement and to wait for Jin Zekang and the people from Dongchang to come in.
They didn't really care about the old emperor's life or death, so there was no need for them to fight so many people alone.
To put it politely, that old man doesn't deserve it.
It seemed like... when he came, Jin Zekang asked her to save his father first. Forget it, it’s not important.
Jin Zekang: Plastic best friend, no more friends!
They were waiting for a reversal and the old emperor was stalling for time. Although he had no more tricks up his sleeve, he also hoped that some beloved minister would come to his rescue.
Unfortunately, no matter how long it was delayed, the edict was finally written. The old emperor finally showed some toughness and threw the edict down.
Zhang Zhongyi didn't care at all. He was the winner and didn't need to worry about the rabbit's kicking before death.
The subordinate picked up the imperial edict and spread it out for his master to see. Zhang Zhongyi nodded with satisfaction, and a porcelain bottle was thrown onto the desk.
"Your Majesty, please go ahead. I will send your concubines and the little princes to the imperial mausoleum to accompany you."
After Zhang Zhongyi said this, everyone around him raised their knives.
"Your Majesty, please return to heaven."
Zhang Zhongyi's arrogant laughter, the low sobbing of the young eunuch in front of Yu's desk, and the urging voices of the heavily armored soldiers.
The old emperor's eyes went dark and his blood surged as he looked at the porcelain bottle on the table.
In fact, there was no need to waste this bottle of poison, as he felt that he was already at the end of his strength.
Xiao Ling was sweating profusely, wondering why Xiao Yuan hadn't come yet.
I hope his old brother won't let him down. He doesn't want to die with the old emperor.
He had already served him enough while he was alive, and if he had to accompany him in death, he would rather have his soul torn to pieces.
Just when the voices calling for him to return to heaven were heard for the third time, there was suddenly a commotion outside.
There is a turning point, there really is a turning point.
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