Chapter 1222 Who else...is on the same page with him?
Emperor Beili had a sullen face and didn't say a word, but murderous intent rose in his eyes.
Prince Changyang was kneeling on the ground. Without looking, he could feel the vicious gaze above his head, and his heart felt cold.
"Changyang, what do you think of the current situation in Beili?" After a while, the Emperor of Beili spoke in a deep voice.
"I have not been involved in court affairs for many years, so I dare not speak without thinking."
"Back off."
"yes."
Prince Changyang stood up and turned to leave the imperial study.
Emperor Beili's sinister gaze remained on his face for a long time after Prince Changyang left. "Someone come here."
"emperor."
The hidden guard appeared.
"Go check the palaces of Prince Changyang and Prince Helian to see if they have been close to the Crown Prince recently. Also, pay attention to whether the two palaces have had any private contact with the military." Emperor Beili said in a deep voice.
"yes."
The hidden guard left.
Emperor Beili sat on the chair with his fingers pressing on his head. He could not tolerate people who he could not control. If he found out anything, there would be no need for the four royal palaces to maintain their support.
Several of his princes also seemed to gradually disengage from him, with the third prince rebelling because of the affairs of Marquis Xiang Ming.
The Crown Prince is pedantic and secretly disobedient. The Fourth Prince appears gentle on the surface, but he has the support of the Zhan family and cannot be trusted. As for the Eighth Prince... sooner or later he will kill him with his own hands.
Emperor Beili sighed heavily. All his sons were like this. Who else... would be on the same page with him?
Why……
Emperor Beili suddenly paused, and his drooping eyes suddenly raised up. He still had a son.
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The sun had already set when Prince Changyang left the palace. Sitting in the carriage, Prince Changyang could not calm down for a long time.
A terrible thought kept circling in his mind.
"Uncle, if I did something, would you blame me if you knew about it in the afterlife?" Prince Changyang murmured silently.
It took Beili ten years to reach this situation. It only took ten years.
The fertile land has nurtured generations of Beili people, and the people have become richer year by year. Now... no matter how high the yield of the land is, it cannot meet the national tax.
That's ridiculous.
Too many officials died in the court during the past ten years.
The military forces of the Changyang Palace and the Helian Palace were completely taken away. If they want to take back the military power, they have to do something.
"Your Majesty, we're here."
The carriage stopped.
Prince Changyang rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and got out of the car.
"Your Highness, you're back." The butler came forward to greet him.
"Go tell the princess that I will not be having dinner."
After saying this, Prince Changyang headed towards the ancestral hall.
Three days later.
In just three days, the number of outsiders in the capital increased several times. The originally empty inns were all filled up in three days. People from the martial arts world, scholars, various families, and sects could be seen everywhere.
There had not been so many people pouring into the capital for hundreds of years, which caused a panic in the capital and the court, especially those who were wary of the wanderers from all sides.
The court mobilized one-third of its troops from the camp outside the city to surround the entire capital and guard it day and night. The number of guards at the city gates also increased several times.
Soldiers patrolled the city day and night, and the court also issued a new decree that those entering the city were not allowed to gather and cause trouble. Those who caused trouble would be imprisoned in the Tianlao, and those who disobeyed the soldiers would be beheaded in the street.
The troops of the Grand Council were mobilized, and although there were many people in the city, the order was relatively stable, but accommodation became a big problem.
The president of Loushan Academy proposed to recruit graduates of the academy and scholars. Two or three days after the news was released, very few students who had left Loushan went to Loushan to stay overnight.
The people who lived in Loushan Academy were a large number of literati and scholars from all walks of life.
Dean Loushan looked at the poor scholars all over the mountain, and his face was as ugly as it could be.
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