"Your Majesty, I dare not!" The next second, Zhao Ruhai knelt on the ground in a hurry, with a look of fear and trepidation on his face.
"You don't need to be so scared. I'm just asking casually," Zhong Zhiheng sighed softly, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the red and gold painted beams. He was absent-minded for a while, and even the words he spoke were a bit uneasy. "I have been thinking about this problem recently, and I want to find someone to talk to, but I find that there is not even one person I can talk to." At this point, Zhong Zhiheng paused, and after a long while, he said softly, "In fact, it's not that there is no one now, there was no one before, and there has never been someone who can talk to me."
Yes, who can tell him the truth?
His father was not an ordinary father. He had known since childhood that the emperor and his subjects came first and the father and his son came second. So facing his father who was so high and mighty, he could not even say a word, let alone speak from his heart. His mother had never paid attention to him. In the past, she could only see the youngest son. Later, the youngest son went to the northwest, and she only had the Xu family in her eyes. Even though he became the emperor, she still hated and resented him in her heart, right? So, what could he say to his mother?
As for the women in the harem, there is no need to mention them, and there is also no need to mention the princes and ministers who trembled in fear the moment they saw him.
In the past, when Zhong Zhiling had not yet left the capital, he was still willing to confide some of his thoughts in front of his innocent younger brother. At that time, he was the restless and ambitious eldest prince, and he was the innocent and dependent younger prince. At that time, neither of them would have thought that in the near future, they would become each other's number one enemy in their lives.
Yes, your number one enemy, the one you have to draw your sword against no matter how reluctant you are.
Whether it is for the country or for women.
Now, it's for my son again.
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Zhao Ruhai didn't know what Zhong Zhiheng was thinking, so he just knelt respectfully with his face on the ground, not daring to move. He looked at the vermilion carpet and felt very surprised. He felt that Zhong Zhiheng had changed, but he couldn't tell exactly where. He just felt that Zhong Zhiheng was a lot gentler now than before, and he didn't get angry easily anymore. But somehow, this gentleness made him particularly frightened.
"Okay, get up," Zhong Zhiheng's eyes fell on Zhao Ruhai again, and he said slowly, "Go see if Jiang Bairen is here."
"Yes, I obey your command," Zhao Ruhai hurriedly got up from the ground, bowed and retreated. However, before he took two steps, he saw Jiang Bairen walking towards him from afar. Zhao Ruhai hurriedly went to greet him, "Commander Jiang, you are finally here. His Majesty is waiting for you inside. Please go in quickly."
"Okay, thank you, eunuch." Jiang Bairen nodded to Zhao Ruhai and walked into the imperial study room while lifting the curtain. "I greet His Majesty and wish the Emperor good health!"
"Okay, stand up," Fang Zhiheng said slowly, taking a sip of tea and looking at Jiang Bairen, "How is the situation at Prince An's Mansion?"
"Your Majesty, everything is developing in the direction you expected," Jiang Bairen said hurriedly, "Prince An has determined that the murder of the Fourth Prince must be related to the Imperial Guards, and has now begun investigating the Imperial Guards."
"Well, that's right," Fang Zhiheng nodded, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and continued, "If the Imperial Guards are willing to follow Prince An, I won't stop them, but I have to let Prince An know that it was I who gave the Imperial Guards to him, not because of someone else. He got the Imperial Guards."
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