Chapter 133: Being sold but still counting money for others

“Sir…sir…”

Zhou Yaoniang was startled and two blushes appeared on her face, which seemed to be angry, shy and coquettish.

Yang He looked at her face and couldn't take his eyes off her. "Yao Niang, you are so beautiful."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zhou Yaoniang immediately raised her wine glass and said with a smile, "It is really a cause for celebration that your Excellency is having a happy event. Yaoniang is here to offer a toast to your Excellency!"

"Haha, good!" Yang He laughed and drank the wine in the glass.

With the hidden dangers in his heart cleared away and the beauty by his side, he was truly happy at the moment.

Zhou Yaoniang took the opportunity to force Yang He to drink a few more glasses of wine, and Yang He accepted all of them.

After getting a little drunk, he grabbed Zhou Yaoniang's hand and looked at her affectionately, "Yaoniang, you should follow me from now on."

"I will soon be crowned as a noble and become a powerful duke. King Yong has extended an olive branch to me, promising that when he ascends the throne, he will make me a king of a different surname."

"If you follow me, I will ensure that you will have a lifetime of wealth and glory, with endless enjoyment!"

Zhou Yaoniang pulled her hand away slowly, "My lord, you are drunk. How can a weak and frail Yaoniang be worthy of a man as noble as you? My lord, please stop making fun of me with such words."

"I'm telling the truth..." Yang He swore solemnly. He wanted to say something else, but he couldn't hold on and fell down.

Zhou Yaoniang immediately helped him to the bedside, "Sir, you are drunk. I will help you to rest."

Layers of gauze curtains fell, and the guards outside the room immediately closed the door with interest.

Zhou Yaoniang glanced outside the room, immediately threw Yang He casually on the bed, and started searching everywhere.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Yang He woke up in a daze and found someone beside him. He immediately took out the dagger under the pillow and stabbed the person.

"Ah——!" Zhou Yaoniang screamed.

Realizing something was wrong, Yang He immediately stopped. Seeing the person lying next to him, he was startled, "You... why are you here?"

Zhou Yaoniang's clothes were half-undressed, and her eyes were full of tears. "Have you forgotten what you did to me yesterday, sir?"

Yang He's head ached and he really couldn't remember anything.

He has always had a good alcohol tolerance, it is impossible for him to get drunk like that after just a few drinks.

But seeing Zhou Yaoniang's expression, one could roughly guess what happened last night.

He had been harboring evil thoughts towards her, and with the alcohol at his side, maybe he really couldn't control himself...

"Don't worry, my dear, I will be responsible for you."

He said it seriously, almost swearing to heaven.

Zhou Yaoniang showed a touching expression, "Yaoniang is just a withered flower and a willow. It is a great honor for me to be favored by you, sir. How dare I ask for too much?"

"You underestimate yourself too much. Don't worry, after today, no one will be able to stop us."

Yang He came over and kissed Zhou Yaoniang on the forehead, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

"Just stay here and wait for me to come back."

After saying this, he stood up, changed his clothes, put on court robes, and headed towards the palace gate.

As soon as the person left, the smile on Zhou Yaoniang's face immediately fell.

He was so drunk last night, how could he do anything to her?

She just showed her shoulders for show.

Quickly getting dressed, she knocked on the rear window.

The rear window opened, and a figure landed silently. "Mrs. Zhou, the eldest lady asked me to take you away."

In the court.

Yang Hebing reported to the emperor that Yang Lie, the eldest son of Marquis Changxing, had died of illness.

Prince Yong, who had just recovered, immediately stood up and said, "Your Majesty, both the father and son of Marquis Changxing are dead. According to the rules of succession, it should be Marquis Changxing's younger brother Yang He who should inherit the title!"

After saying this, he and Yang He exchanged a glance, and both of their eyes flashed with a determination to win.

Everyone knew that Yang Lie, the eldest son of the Marquis of Changxing, had been weak since childhood, and it was normal that he died of illness before he reached the age of twenty.

Emperor Zhaowen said calmly, "Then Yang He will inherit the title of Marquis of Changxing..."

"Wait!" Before he finished speaking, Xiao Bicheng walked in from outside the hall quickly, "Father, the prince of Changxing is not dead, he is still alive and well!"

"This is impossible!" Yang He's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Not to mention that he had been poisoning Yang Lie for more than ten years. He had fled all the way from Nanyang to the capital, and the poison had worsened. I'm afraid he was only hanging on with one breath left.

Besides, he had sent so many people to kill Yang Lie last night, and his confidants saw with their own eyes that Yang Lie was hit by several arrows and fell off a thousand-foot cliff!

"Master Yang, why are you so panicked? Once you meet the person, you will know whether what I said is true or false, right?"

Xiao Bicheng sneered and raised his hands to clapped.

Immediately, a palace maid led someone in.

"Yang Lie, the son of the Marquis of Changxing, pays his respects to the emperor!" Yang Lie lifted his robe and knelt down to salute.

When Yang He saw Yang Lie's face, he staggered two steps and his expression changed drastically, "Impossible, this is impossible..."

How could someone who was clearly dead suddenly come back to life?

Yang Lie glanced at his uncle coldly, and suddenly spoke loudly, "Your Majesty, I want to sue my uncle Yang He for attempting to kill the prince and seize the title!"

Hearing this, Emperor Zhaowen's expression changed slightly, "Oh? Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes!" Yang Lie immediately presented the evidence.

Yang He had already dealt with the person who poisoned him, so there was indeed no evidence to be found.

But after he fled to the capital, Yang He contacted Prince Yong again and again, looking for his whereabouts everywhere, intending to get rid of him as soon as possible, but he left letters behind.

When Yang He saw those letters, his eyes widened, "Those letters..."

He hid those letters in the secret room of his bedroom. There were guards outside the room and no one could get close to them. How did they get into Yang Lie's hands?

No...

Someone is approaching...

Yao Niang...it's Zhou Yao Niang!

When he thought about the person he cared about the most betraying him, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

When Emperor Zhaowen saw the letters, he was furious. "How dare you, Yang He, collude with Prince Yong to kill the crown prince and seek the title. Come, throw Yang He into jail!"

"And Prince Yong, who is lawless and lawless, should be stripped of all his official positions. He doesn't need to attend court anymore and should just stay at home and be a leisurely prince!"

After finally finding out Prince Yong's fault, Emperor Zhaowen naturally showed no mercy.

King Yong was so angry that he clenched his fists, but he had to bow his head and salute, "Your Majesty, I obey your order!"

Having come to this, Emperor Zhaowen also ordered the imperial edict of his usurpation of the title to be issued.

The title that Yang Lie's father and eight brothers had paid for with their blood finally returned to him.

With red eyes, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, I accept your order and thank you for your grace!"

After the court session, all officials dispersed.

Xiao Bicheng walked up to Yang Lie with a smile, "Congratulations, Marquis Changxing, you got what you wanted!"

Yang Lie immediately bowed and said, "Without the help of the eldest prince, how could I have succeeded in obtaining the title so smoothly? In the future, if the eldest prince has any requests, Yang will never refuse!"

Xiao Bicheng smiled with satisfaction, "With the words of Marquis Changxing, this prince's work is not in vain."

When he heard that Yang He had defected to King Yong, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he could do nothing about it.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the better. Last night, Yang Lie came to me on his own initiative and said that he had evidence in his hands. As long as I was willing to help bring him to the court, I would be able to bring down Yang He.

This was simply a godsend, and there was no reason for him to refuse.

Now that Yang Lie has been promoted to the rank of noble, he will slowly begin to take charge of the Nanyang Army after returning.

In other words, he now has additional military power in his hands!

Prince Yong tried his best to win over Yang He, but in the end he failed and ended up bringing himself down. It was really ridiculous!

As expected, he was the only one who was destined to succeed, and even God was helping him!

Yang Lie looked at Xiao Bicheng's smug expression, but a trace of pity rose in his heart.

He was sold out but was still happily counting money for others. If such a person became the crown prince, it would be strange if Daye did not perish.

No wonder Miss Xie is trying to usurp the throne!