Chu Weiyue suddenly and solemnly held Wen Jingchi's hand.
"I suddenly regret it. I don't want you to be the emperor anymore."
"What?"
Wen Jingchi looked at her in confusion, not understanding for a moment.
Chu Weiyue sighed deeply, "The emperor has three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines..."
She mumbled a lot, but Wen Jingchi didn't understand and just held her tightly in his arms.
"Silly boy, don't think too much about the future. I will solve this matter as soon as possible and give you a happy life."
He once told Chu Weiyue that he would not marry another woman.
So Wen Jingchi thought that she had remembered these words and did not explain them again.
But after hearing what he just said, Chu Weiyue suddenly felt even more disappointed.
The originally cheerful face was now filled with frustration.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Jingchi gently stroked her cheek, trying to smooth out every inch of sadness on her face.
Chu Weiyue pulled the corner of her mouth bitterly, "Nothing, I just feel that a lot of things have happened recently, and I don't know when it will end."
"Don't worry, this will all be over soon, and then we can live happily ever after."
Chu Weiyue nodded vigorously and hugged Wen Jingchi tightly.
She also hoped that, as he wished, this would all be over soon and they could live happily ever after.
She doesn't seek wealth and fame, she just hopes to live a peaceful life with the one she loves...
After sending Chu Weiyue to the Marquis' Mansion, Wen Jingchi hurried back.
Late at night.
Wen Chenxuan sat alone in the imperial study, looking at the piles of memorials, his face extremely gloomy.
The last incident involving Watten had already aroused public resentment.
Coupled with Sun Weiwei and various rumors, he had a hard time in the court.
Many of the memorials here suggested expelling Watten, and some criticized him.
Although it was not said directly, the sarcasm between the lines was obvious. They were all Wen Jingchi's followers.
Wen Chenxuan frowned and threw the memorial on the table.
"No, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I must find a way to drive Wen Jingchi out of the capital completely..."
At this critical moment, he absolutely cannot kill Wen Jingchi.
Now that something bad has happened to Wen Jingchi, even if it wasn't his fault, many people would probably put the blame on him.
Since we can't kill him, it's better to keep him away from the capital. Only in this way can we rest assured.
Leaving the capital meant saying goodbye to all the power of the court.
Only then could he completely relax and not worry that he would one day snatch the throne from him.
After thinking carefully for a long time, Wen Chenxuan took the map and looked at it carefully, and finally decided on a location.
The next morning court session.
After many ministers reported on state affairs, Wen Chenxuan cleared his throat.
"I have something I want to discuss with you, my dear ministers. My uncle the fifteenth prince of Jiangnan has passed away half a month ago. He had no offspring, so I plan to let my ninth brother go to Jiangnan.
Although Jiangnan is thousands of miles away from the capital, the people there are simple and honest, and it is a land of plenty, where you can spend many leisurely days. Why don't you set off soon, Ninth Prince?"
Although he said he was discussing it, he had actually already made up his mind.
Wen Jingchi stood there, saying nothing, his face showing no emotion at all.
But several ministers around him stood up and refuted without hesitation.
"Your Majesty, I think this is inappropriate. If other countries invade and no one resists, what will happen?"
"Ninth Prince has been in the capital, how can he go to Jiangnan? How can he mourn for the late emperor if he goes to such a far place?"
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Several ministers spoke with confidence and everything they said made sense.
Wen Chenxuan slammed the table hard.
"That's enough. You are all speaking one-sidedly! It is precisely because Jiangnan is a stronghold for business exchanges that I sent my ninth brother, a person I trust, to garrison there. As for your considerations, I have other arrangements."
As soon as he finished speaking, a minister took a step forward.
"Your Majesty, why don't you tell me now, if other countries invade, how will you resist? And who should you find to resist?"
His words were passionate and meant to provoke a fight.
Wen Chenxuan's hands, hidden under the table, had already been clenched into fists, making a creaking sound.
This minister was deliberately going against him, but in front of all the civil and military officials, he could only sneer coldly.
"Don't we have other commanders in this dynasty? We didn't fight wars even before the Ninth Prince. There are many capable and virtuous generals in the court, and we don't need a Ninth Prince. If you want to send the Ninth Prince to fight, aren't you sending him to his death?"
"Although I trust my ninth brother, swords are merciless. If he makes a mistake, can you bear the consequences? I am considering him, so I let him go to Jiangnan. He will set off in seven days. Court is dismissed!"
Fearing that other ministers would refute him, he slammed the table hard and turned away angrily.
The ministers tried to stop him, but Wen Chenxuan walked quickly, fearing that they would stop him.
After returning to the imperial study, he specially wrote an imperial edict and gave some rewards to Wen Jingchi, making sure his superficial work was flawless.
Before Wen Jingchi left, he received the imperial edict.
After the young eunuch read out the imperial edict, Wen Jingchi's face darkened slightly.
Wen Chenxuan not only allowed him to go to the fiefdom of Jiangnan, but also required the tribute from the fiefdom of Jiangnan to be double that of other fiefdoms.
Such behavior is tantamount to blatant provocation and embarrassment.
Even ordinary people can see it clearly, let alone the civil and military officials.
Several ministers who had a good relationship with Wen Jingchi were talking about it.
While making this discovery with indignation, they surrounded Wen Jingchi and left.
Wen Chenxuan's followers stood in the back, sighing.
"Your Majesty is too willful and reckless. How can he target us so blatantly? Isn't he afraid of being criticized?"
"I think he is so scared of the Ninth Prince that he has gone crazy! Sending him to the fiefdom in Jiangnan is already a deliberate targeting, and the tribute has been doubled. Anyone who is not stupid can understand this. I wonder what the people will say about this."
"The emperor has been causing public outrage since he ascended the throne. I'm afraid the people will have opinions over time and he won't be able to sit on the throne securely. If the Ninth Prince becomes the emperor in the future, our situation will be..."
They didn't discuss what was said later, but they knew some things.
Only then did they begin to examine their situation.
Even though they did not agree with what Wen Chenxuan did this time, they did not dare to say it directly.
The news that Wen Jingchi was going to his fiefdom in Jiangnan quickly spread.
Chu Weiyue didn't go out the whole day and had no idea about it.
At lunch, I found that my father and brother came back dejected.
Seeing their expressions, Chu Weiyue was a little puzzled.
"Father, elder brother, what's wrong with you? You look so worried. Did something big happen in the court?"
Chu Lingfeng nodded and sighed helplessly.
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