"But if this continues, how can the aristocratic families sit still and watch their power being taken away bit by bit?" Pang Yi asked. "If the aristocratic families are forced into a corner and join forces to start a rebellion, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous."
"But can the aristocratic families really join hands?" Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows and smiled. He took a piece of rice paper and unfolded it, and then took a pen from the pen holder. Then he wrote "Zhao family", "Cui family" and "An family" on the rice paper. Then he looked at Pang Yi, "Let's not talk about other things, just these three aristocratic families with the greatest power today. Do you think it is possible to join forces?"
"It's true," Pang Yi looked at the words on the paper and took the brush from Zhong Mingwei. He drew an arrow on it. Then he analyzed, "As long as His Majesty does not appoint a crown prince, the Zhao family and the Cui family will definitely not let go. No. Even if His Majesty appoints a crown prince, they will definitely fight more fiercely than they do now, because they have already supported their own princes. Then the Zhao family and the Cui family are natural enemies, and it's either you die or I die." At this point, Pang Yi drew another arrow, pointing the An family at the Zhao family. "These two families are originally relatives by marriage, but An Zishang is a double-faced person. He has been trying to marry into the Rong Prince's Mansion and the Eastern Palace. The Rong Prince's Mansion has always looked down on him, and naturally the Zhao family also sneers at him. But no matter what, they are still relatives by marriage. When it comes to the last resort, maybe they can still unite and face the outside world together. But not long ago, the An family forced the Zhao family's daughter to death, and also implicated the Rong Prince, the Imperial Concubine, and the Zhao family to lose face in front of the emperor. So even if these two families join forces, they will still have new and old hatreds and constant grievances. Sooner or later, they will fall apart."
"You are becoming more and more capable now, almost becoming a little Zhuge Liang," Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but smile as he looked at Pang Yi's well-informed appearance, "It seems that you have been eating a lot of walnuts recently."
"Master, you are teasing me again!" Pang Yi was unhappy. He hated it most when people mentioned walnuts in front of him. He put down his brush and said, "So your Majesty has already figured out that they can't join forces, so he can confidently and boldly recruit the poor boy."
"Not only that, His Majesty might want to take advantage of the conflicts between them and eliminate them one by one." Zhong Mingwei said slowly.
"But when the new emperor ascends the throne, won't his mother's family revive again?" Pang Yi asked with a frown.
"Your Majesty will not choose a prince who is obsessed with his mother's family as the crown prince," Zhong Mingwei said, while picking up the brush and crossing out "Zhao family", "Cui family" and "An family" respectively, and then said, "And according to Your Majesty's temperament, if he wants to make someone the crown prince, he must first eliminate his mother's family behind him."
"If it's really as my master said, then the capital will be quite lively." Pang Yi said with a long sigh.
Yes, Zhong Zhiheng is no longer old and is almost sixty years old. Even if he is reluctant to give up power, appointing a crown prince is still the top priority.
"Yes, it becomes even more lively towards the end of the year." Zhong Mingwei said slowly.
"What are you talking about?" Mei Ya came in with a jar of ointment. It was freshly prepared. She hurriedly brought it to Zhong Mingwei, intending to apply it to Zhong Mingwei while it was still hot.
"It becomes lively when we talk about the end of the year." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Pang Yi hurriedly stood up and said to Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei.
"Pang Yi, go and pick up Sister An. We're going to make dumplings today. Sister An loves dumplings the most." Mei Ya said to Pang Yi hurriedly.
"Yes, I obey your command." Pang Yi walked out happily.
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