"What? Is there a suitable candidate for the right prime minister?" Zhong Zhiheng picked up the teacup, covered the tea lid, and looked at Zhao Changrong with a smile. "I am worried about this matter. I can't find a suitable candidate. But Cheng Xiangyang is not bad. But he is still young. I am afraid he can't control the situation. If there is a suitable candidate for the right prime minister, it would be great."
"Yes, it is my humble servant's duty to share His Majesty's worries," Zhao Changrong said hurriedly. While gazing at Zhong Zhiheng's expression, he said cautiously, "Your Majesty. I believe that Prince Hui can take on this important task."
"Oh?" The hand holding the tea lid paused. Zhong Zhiheng put the tea lid on the table, took a sip of tea, and looked at Zhao Changrong. "Right Prime Minister, how can Ming E be able to take on such an important task?"
"Yes. Your Majesty, please allow me to report." Zhao Changrong looked at Zhong Zhiheng's expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he hurriedly said, "First, the first Tibetan general must have a noble status to intimidate the Tibetan tribes and the southern border countries. Hui County Prince is a first-rank county prince. With a noble status, he can take on this important task. Second, Hui County Prince is about to turn 26 years old. Your Majesty must be considering enclosing land for Hui County Prince. However, no matter how much land is enclosed, how can it compare with Tibet? The vast land is also an important place in southern Xinjiang, which can also live up to Hui County Prince's status and Your Majesty's grace." At this point, Zhao Changrong paused, then took a breath and continued, "Third, there have been constant rumors in the capital recently, which is of course not good for Hui County Prince. If he can take this opportunity to stay away from the capital, I believe Hui County Prince will be relieved."
Zhao Changrong couldn't sit still any longer. Rumors about Prince Hui were everywhere in the capital, but in the past few months, Prince Hui and Concubine Shu hadn't fought back. Even the always suspicious Zhong Zhiheng turned a blind eye. Zhao Changrong couldn't help but be anxious and angry, especially after Zhong Zhiheng dealt with the matter of Da'an's death. Zhao Changrong was even more restless. This was not a good sign for the Zhao family. If Zhong Mingzheng drifted away from the Zhao family because of this...
He really didn't dare to think further.
What he had to do now was to help Zhong Mingzheng eliminate Zhong Minge quickly and efficiently. He couldn't let Zhong Mingzheng leave the Zhao family, and he couldn't let the Zhao family follow in the footsteps of the Xu family.
"What the Right Prime Minister said is indeed reasonable," Zhong Zhiheng still had a faint smile on his face. He put the teacup on the table and looked at Zhao Changrong with some embarrassment. "But if the Prince of Hui County really becomes the general of Tibet, then the whole family must go to Tibet. But the Princess of Hui County is now almost six months pregnant, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for her to travel."
"Six or six months?" Zhao Changrong was stunned.
"Yes, it's been six months." Zhong Zhiheng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and leisurely looked at Zhao Changrong's face, which changed color instantly. "The Princess of Hui County was already pregnant long before those dirty rumors spread."
"Why has the Prince of Hui kept such a good thing secret? I really didn't hear a single word about it," Zhao Changrong was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng, "I congratulate His Majesty! Congratulations!"
"It's a good thing indeed. Both Mingzheng and Ming'e have had princes born in two consecutive years, which is equal," Zhong Zhiheng nodded, frowning, "But if that's the case, Ming'e won't be able to become the general of Tibet." At this point, Zhong Zhiheng paused, he looked at Zhao Changrong with interest, and said with a curled lip, "I think Mingzheng is good."
As soon as Zhao Changrong heard the word "Ming Zheng" from Zhong Zhiheng's mouth, his mind went blank. He had to force himself not to faint. He forced a dry smile at Zhong Zhiheng: "Your Majesty is wise."
If Zhong Mingzheng really becomes the great general of Tibet, let alone entering the Eastern Palace, he may never be able to return to Beijing in this lifetime. How can Zhao Changrong not be anxious?
"Okay, I can't bear to let Mingzheng go to that desolate place to suffer, so you can go down." Zhong Zhiheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and waved at him.
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Zhao Changrong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly retreated while wiping the sweat off his face.
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