The Crown Prince fought valiantly against foreign enemies, but was also framed by powerful ministers and favored concubines. If it weren't for the late Empress's spirit in heaven, and if it weren't for the Prime Minister's wife being assassinated and Jiang Su having to turn back to rescue her, the Crown Prince would definitely not be alive today.
The emperor, already aged considerably overnight due to Zhao Yan's inability to wake up, suffered first from his favored concubine, then from his trusted ministers...
He couldn't salvage his reputation in his later years.
The emperor handed over power to the crown prince, allowing him to take revenge, also as a way out for himself and Zhao Yan.
Warm Heart Pavilion.
An aging emperor is like an eagle with a broken spine, left only with a desolate pride.
Zhao Cong calmly read Ning Guifei's confession to him word by word. She confessed to poisoning the Empress's food and colluding with the Xiongnu to frame the Empress's maternal clan.
"Your subject believes that the Ning family should be executed."
The emperor closed his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes so deep they looked as if they had been carved with a knife. "The Crown Prince should handle this matter."
"The daughter of the Minister of War is well-educated and reasonable. Let's finalize the matter of her being made the principal wife in a couple of days."
Zhao Cong pressed his lips together.
The emperor wanted to use the imperial seal to make a deal with him, offering to give him power, but the crown princess had to be approved by the emperor.
Since the late empress's maternal family could no longer help Zhao Cong, the emperor found a better maternal relative for him.
As long as he marries the daughter of the Vice Minister of War, he will have all the military power in Da Ning in his hands.
Although the emperor was biased, he never wavered in his belief in Zhao Cong's succession, and even now he could still control him.
Zhao Cong knew that if he didn't agree today, the imperial edict wouldn't bear the national seal.
Zhao Cong bowed and said, "Your subject understands."
After leaving the Warm Heart Pavilion, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Mother, grandfather, uncle... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
Shen Xu stepped forward with a worried expression, "Your Highness, the Prime Minister's residence is on fire!"
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