Chapter 810 Taking the Initiative (First Update)
Although it was said on purpose to be heard by the King of Great Yan, the contents of the story were all true. The fake king did indeed issue an imperial edict to reinstate the crown prince, and he did indeed seal off the Grand Preceptor's Hall, intending to investigate the Grand Preceptor's Hall and Shangguan Yan, who was recuperating there.
However, since the character cannot be too distorted—how the crown prince was dealt with before cannot be exceeded now.
Shangguan Yan is not in any immediate danger; she is simply being restricted in her personal freedom.
However, the palace was so well protected that they could neither assassinate the fake king nor lead any army to purge the court of corrupt officials. These were all facts.
Gu Chengfeng poured himself a cup of tea, gulped it down in several large mouthfuls, and said, "So what should we do next? The crown prince has been reinstated, and this fake emperor will definitely cause even more trouble."
"Wait a minute," my aunt said, cracking sunflower seeds.
Gu Chengfeng was dumbfounded: "Are you... are you still waiting?"
The aunt glanced at the house across the street and said casually, "Let him regret it for a few more days."
The one most anxious about this is not them, but the King of Great Yan. He needs to be made to deeply realize the mistakes he made back then and taste the bitter fruit of his own actions.
In addition, there is another important reason for doing this.
The Han family unleashed such a fierce move to force them to fight against the king, but their inaction only made the Han family unable to figure out their intentions.
The unknown is the most terrifying thing.
The more they remain inactive, the more the Han family will suspect that they are plotting an even greater revenge.
Before figuring out their trump card, the Han family will not blindly launch a second attack.
This gave them a chance to catch their breath and plan again.
"By the way, will the young princess be alright?" Gu Chengfeng asked.
Gu Jiao shook her head: "She will be fine. The person the king loves most is the little princess. No matter what his purpose is, the fake king would not do anything to harm the little princess."
The Imperial Palace.
Lingbo Academy was given a two-day holiday, and the little princess stayed obediently in the palace for the two days.
Many people in the palace have changed, but her maid and wet nurse have not been replaced.
She had just finished lunch, and her wet nurse went to prepare clothes for her to wear during the new season. Children grow quickly, and last year's clothes no longer fit.
"Granny."
The young princess appeared at the door carrying a small pillow.
The wet nurse smiled slightly: "Little princess, what brings you here? Weren't you resting for lunch?"
The young princess came in panting, holding a small pillow, and looked at her: "Can I sleep here?"
The wet nurse was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's fine, but why does the little princess want to sleep here with me?"
The little princess clumsily climbed into bed, placed her small pillow next to her wet nurse's pillow, and said with her head down, "I don't want to sleep at Uncle's anymore, he's a bad person."
The wet nurse was startled. She quickly went to the door, looked outside, closed the door, sat back down by the bed, and whispered, "Little Princess, you can't say such things. His Majesty loves you the most; you can't talk about him like that."
The young princess said, "He is not my uncle."
The wet nurse's face turned pale: "Princess!"
The little princess was sleepy, so she lay down on the pillow and fell asleep.
The wet nurse looked at the little princess's sleeping figure and broke out in a cold sweat.
She covered the young princess with a light blanket and tiptoed out.
Steward Yu was already waiting outside.
She wasn't surprised at all, and calmly gave a bow: "Eunuch Yu."
Steward Yu asked indifferently, "What did the young princess say?"
The wet nurse replied respectfully, "The young princess said she doesn't want to sleep with His Majesty anymore. He's a bad person, and he's not her uncle."
Manager Yu smiled brightly: "So what do you think?"
The wet nurse smiled and said, "It seems His Majesty has been busy with official duties lately and has neglected her. When a child gets angry, she doesn't even recognize her parents, let alone her uncle. Speaking of which, the little princess has been spoiled by His Majesty. How could any other child dare to be so disrespectful to His Majesty?"
Steward Yu smiled with satisfaction: "It's good that Granny Liu understands."
The wet nurse said, "Please rest assured, Eunuch Yu, I am loyal to you."
Steward Yu said in a pretentious tone, "Zhang Dequan is incompetent and can't even give you a decent official position. I'm different. You can work under me with peace of mind, and you'll get plenty of benefits in the future."
The wet nurse bowed gratefully: "This servant will remember. Eunuch Yu, the young princess has a bad temper and can be quite difficult to deal with. I'm afraid she might offend His Majesty. Perhaps we should let her stay with me for the next couple of days?"
Steward Yu said, “Very well. His Majesty has been busy with state affairs lately and has indeed had no time to take care of the young princess. However, let me be clear from the start: the young princess is in your care, so you must serve her carefully and not cause any trouble. Otherwise, you know what I can do.”
The wet nurse said with trepidation, "This servant will certainly not fail in your trust, sir."
Manager Yu hummed in agreement and left, satisfied.
The wet nurse returned to the room, looked at the unharmed little princess with affection, and sighed with relief.
...
The Imperial Guards have sealed off the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, and not a single disciple of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall can get out.
Yu He, accompanied by several junior brothers, arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall and looked at the group of Imperial Guards, asking, "Who gave you the right to seal off the Imperial Preceptor's Hall?"
This matter should have been handled by the eldest disciple, Ye Qing, but unfortunately, Ye Qing was seriously injured and was recuperating in the Purple Bamboo Forest.
The head of the Imperial Guards spread out the imperial edict in his hand and said arrogantly, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly what this is!"
Yu He stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "How could this be..."
The Imperial Guards raised an eyebrow and said, "Your Imperial Preceptor's Hall colluded with the Third Princess to conspire to create hair. We are only investigating this under imperial orders. If you have any complaints, go ahead and file a complaint with the Emperor!"
A young disciple said angrily, "Then give us a chance to sue! What's the point of guarding the gate and not letting us out?"
The Imperial Guard chuckled and said, "This is an imperial edict."
"You..." the junior disciple said angrily.
Yu He stopped her junior brother, gave the Imperial Guards a cold look, and said, "Forget it, let's go!"
The junior disciple asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yu He, did Master really collude with the Third Princess?"
Yu He stopped, frowned, and looked at his junior brothers. He said solemnly, "You must trust your master! Your master would never do anything detrimental to the king!"
Purple bamboo forest.
Inside the bright main hall, the Grand Preceptor and an old man with a white beard sat kneeling and playing chess.
The old man was none other than Master Meng, the chess master of six kingdoms.
Old Master Meng placed a white piece: "Alas, this is really bad timing. Even I can't get out."
The Grand Preceptor smiled faintly and placed a black piece: "Isn't that perfect? Let's fight it for three days and three nights."
Old Mr. Meng snorted, "That's really a bargain for you."
The Grand Master smiled but said nothing, and continued playing chess.
Mr. Meng asked casually, "Aren't you worried?"
"What are you worried about?" the Grand Preceptor asked.
Mr. Meng said, "I'm worried that the National Preceptor's Hall, which that person built with his own hands, will be destroyed in your hands."
The Grand Preceptor paused, his hand holding the chess piece still.
After a long pause, he placed his piece: "No. Even if the Great Yan falls, the Imperial Preceptor's Hall will not be destroyed."
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As dusk fell, Xiao Jingkong, who had been playing wildly outside with Long Yi all day, finally returned, drenched in sweat.
Gu Jiao was gathering medicinal herbs in the yard when he suddenly buried his face in her arms, saying, "Jiaojiao, I'm so tired~"
Gu Jiao took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "So, do you still want to go out with Long Yi next time?"
Xiao Jingkong: "Yes!"
Gu Jiao found it funny.
Little Jingkong raised his chin and proudly showed off his little neck: "And here too."
Gu Jiao wiped his neck.
Thinking of something, Xiao Jingkong asked, "But Jiaojiao, why is Long Yi spacing out?"
Gu Jiao was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"
Xiao Jingkong pointed to the roof.
Gu Jiao looked in that direction and saw Long Yi sitting cross-legged on the eaves against the twilight. His black hair was gently blown by the evening breeze, and his tall figure cast a lonely shadow in the setting sun.
He held the black jade thumb ring in his hand.
Gu Jiao understood that he was wondering who she was again.
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It was late at night.
One, two, or three heads peeked out from the alley diagonally opposite the Crown Prince's residence.
The head at the very bottom belongs to Gu Chengfeng.
The one at the very top is Long Yi's.
Gu Jiao opened her eyes wide, looked at the Imperial Guards that had completely surrounded the Crown Prince's residence, blinked, and said, "Hmm, so many people."
Gu Chengfeng had a headache: "Are you sure we can capture the Crown Prince right under the noses of so many Imperial Guards?"
Even if the three of them are very good at fighting, they can't defeat an entire army, right?
Gu Jiao said, "Who's trying to enter the Crown Prince's residence to arrest someone? Little Nine!"
Xiao Jiu circled through the air and flew into the Crown Prince's residence!
While watching the equestrian competition at the Olympics today, I was thinking that if Little Eleven participated in dressage, it could give off a bullfighting vibe.
(End of this chapter)
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