The old chief secretary had just sat down, and when he heard Yu Jin's words, he immediately had a bad feeling. It felt like there were needles on the seat, pricking him.

Yu Jian was in no hurry to speak, considerately giving Changshi some time.

The chief historian is old, and he would feel embarrassed if he got scared.

The old historian was even more shocked: the eccentric prince knew to be considerate of him, so how scary would his next words be?

"I wonder what the prince wants to say?"

Yu Jin poured a cup of tea and handed it to the old chief secretary, chuckling, "Don't be nervous, chief secretary. What I want to say is somewhat related to what happened today."

When the old chief historian heard this, the heart that had been in his throat finally settled down.

Today is a great day. Since what the prince wants to say is related to today's events, it must not be too bad.

At this moment, the old historian was a little embarrassed: he was too cautious and misunderstood the prince. The prince would be the queen's son in the future, and he couldn't always look at people with old eyes.

Yu Jin held the teacup and said calmly, "I never thought I would become the queen's son. After much thought, I decided that I couldn't live up to this false title--"

The old chief historian was excited: "What the prince means is--"

As the queen's son, you can't do whatever you want anymore. You have to consider the queen's face.

He finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The prince is finally going to turn over a new leaf!

The old chief historian was just getting excited when he heard Yu Jian say leisurely, "I think the queen's son is more suitable to be the crown prince--"

The old chief historian spilled the tea in his hand all over himself.

"Your Highness, are you kidding me?"

Yu Jin frowned slightly: "Jokes are the most boring thing. This king never jokes."

He had so much to do that he had no time to joke with an old man.

Yu Jian had already considered making his ambition clear to the Chief Secretary.

The Chief Secretary of the Palace is in charge of the general affairs of the Palace. It would be troublesome if he and the Chief Secretary were not working together.

Yu Jian was not afraid that the Chief Secretary would have second thoughts.

Officials like the Chief Secretary are different from other officials. Once they are branded with the stamp of a certain royal palace, they will not be reused if they defect to someone else.

In addition, Changshi's entire family lives within the palace, so it can be said that Yu Jin has already taken control of the family's safety.

The two of them truly share the same fate.

If you don't believe it, look at the officials of the Eastern Palace who deposed the crown prince. Some were beheaded, some had their property confiscated, and being dismissed from office was considered a good ending.

Yu Jin didn't mention it before because he was afraid of scaring the old chief historian to death, but now that he has become the empress's son, it is the perfect opportunity to make it clear.

Who knew that Yu Jian still overestimated Changshi's ability to endure.

The old chief historian fell back into his chair, his eyes were lifeless and he murmured, "It's over. This is not going to be a good end..."

A cold snort sounded.

Yu Jin's face was as cold as ice, and he said unhappily, "The Chief Secretary, do you think this is not a good thing for me?"

The old chief historian shuddered back to his senses, and cried with tears streaming down his face, "My Lord, please don't do this!"

Why would you rather be a prince than do something that would cost you your head?

Yu Jin tapped the table with his fingers and said impatiently, "I have thought it over carefully. Others are princes, I am also a prince, and my mother in name is still the empress. Tell me, my lord, why should I give up the throne to others?"

The old man was stunned.

Suddenly I felt that what the prince said made some sense.

"But the risk of competing for the throne is too great--"

Yu Jin sneered: "There is a risk of choking to death while eating. The former crown prince has been the crown prince for so many years, and no one expected this to be the end. Things are unpredictable. Do you think that if I don't fight, I will be able to be a leisurely prince?"

The old chief historian was silent.

"Think about Ma Changshi of the Palace of Prince Qi, Kou Changshi of the Palace of Prince Lu, Dou Changshi of the Palace of Prince Shu, Niu Changshi of the Palace of Prince Xiang, and even Liu Changshi of the Palace of Prince Qin. They are all Changshi, but they are working hard, and the Changshi is holding me back?"

The old chief secretary felt a little ashamed, but at the same time he couldn't help thinking: How could the prince remember so many chief secretaries?

Yu Jin looked at the Chief Secretary deeply and smiled, "I heard that when Chief Secretary Dou was young, he gave calligraphy and paintings to your wife?"

When the old chief historian heard this, his face immediately turned purple.

The old lady in his family and Dou Changshi were childhood sweethearts, and later married him. However, Dou was still so evil that he even sent him a sarcastic poem.

The clear and cool voice sounded again: "If the King of Shu becomes the crown prince and makes further progress in the future, I wonder how Dou Changshi will rise to prominence--"

The old chief historian slammed the table and said, "Fuck it!"

"Hmm?" Yu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, Changshi still had some blood in his veins. He thought he would continue to fool people with a few more words.

The old chief historian was quite angry at being looked down upon.

Who hasn’t been young? Dou Changshi’s missing back tooth was knocked out by him.

But I did cross that line just now.

The old official clasped his hands and said, "I am willing to serve you, Your Majesty, even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

Anyway, if Mr. Dou gets proud, he will be choked to death, so he might as well roll up his sleeves and fight with Mr. Wang.

What if it succeeds?

Yu Jin served the tea and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work in the future."

The news that the Prince of Yan was registered under the Empress's name spread like wildfire.

After hearing the news from his colleagues, Mr. Jiang Er returned to the Dongping Marquis's Mansion in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Old Madam Feng asked hurriedly when she saw that Old Master Jiang looked anxious.

"Isn't my elder brother at home?"

Madam Feng snorted coldly: "Don't you know your elder brother? He runs outside every day and has no business."

Speaking of her eldest son, Old Madam Feng was filled with rage. However, when she thought about the inheritance of the title that had fallen from her lips, about Jiang Zhan who had returned alive, and more importantly, about Jiang Si who was now the princess, she could not bring herself to say anything too harsh.

"Mother, please ask someone to call my eldest brother back." Mr. Jiang Er thought about Jiang Ancheng and was filled with jealousy.

Could it be that fools have good luck? Why does good things always happen to my brother?

"Is your elder brother in trouble again?"

"It's not my brother who's in trouble, it's the prince."

Madam Feng tightened her grip on the teacup and asked, "Prince?"

Elder Jiang nodded heavily: "The prince is registered under the queen's name."

Madam Feng waved her hand, the tea splashed out, and her voice changed: "Recorded, recorded in the name of the Queen? Then isn't the Prince of Yan--"

Madam Feng did not dare to say the following words, and neither did Master Jiang. But the mother and son thought of the same thing: as a half-legitimate prince, didn't the Prince of Yan have the chance to become the crown prince?

If the Prince of Yan becomes the crown prince and then sits on that throne, the Jiang family will become a descendant family...

Madam Feng's hands were shaking with excitement, and she hoarsely said, "Hurry up and find Uncle back!"

Jiang Ancheng was confused when he came back: "What's the big deal?"

After listening to what Jiang Er Laoye said, Jiang Ancheng didn't take it seriously: "So that's it. It's worth calling me back."

"Brother, this is a great event. Should we go to the palace to congratulate the prince?"

Jiang Ancheng frowned: "The mother has changed, do we need to celebrate?"

Mr. Jiang was speechless.

"Alright, let's just do what the Bo's Mansion wants to do. Don't think about it."