"Father! Father!"

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Wu Jiahe asked anxiously.

Xiao Jiu raised his hand and waved over to the doctor who was waiting for him. The doctor quickly came forward to check the pulse of the old King Qi, poured a bowl of medicine into his mouth, and finally fed him a piece of wild ginseng. After a while of tinkering, he was finally saved.

Alive.

Although I don’t know why Xiao Jiu’s words just now offended King Qi, but the latter obviously looked very irritated, and it was probably not something simple.

Zhou Wuxi on the side saw that King Qi had recovered and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes subconsciously showed a bit of disappointment. He turned to look at Xiao Jiu on the side, as if asking the other party why he was going to such unnecessary lengths and even found a doctor beside him.

Would it be better if King Qi simply died?

Xiao Jiu understood Zhou Wuxi's meaning in his heart, but his expression did not change, and he kept his previous half-kneeling posture without moving.

"Father..."

Zhou Wu Jiahe was still crying, wondering why his father, who had quietly told him last night that he would be King of Qi tomorrow, suddenly collapsed.

Listening to the childish crying in his ears, Old King Qi woke up slowly, but felt that his whole body was paralyzed and unable to move. Lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth began to drool uncontrollably, like a stroke!

Zhou Wujia and his child, who was only a few years old after all, held the old King Qi's hand tightly and cried sadly, "Father...Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Woo..."

"Father, don't scare Hu'er..."

The doctor quietly shook his head and sighed at the people in the hall, his meaning being self-evident.

Judging from the reaction of the old King Qi, they also guessed that King Qi's end was approaching. Zhou Wuxi didn't mind waiting for a while longer, and even pretended to be sad.

Zhou Wujia and he cried together.

After all, his father is bound to die today, and now, who else in the entire royal capital still has the strength to compete with him for the title of king?

Even his eldest brother, who has always been praised by others, cannot survive today. The position of King Qi is his!

Zhou Wuxi was so excited that he couldn't squeeze out a single tear, so he just howled instead of crying.

Everyone in the house had their own evil intentions, but only Zhou Wu Jiahe was truly sad for King Qi. Xiao Jiu couldn't help but sigh after seeing this.

"Tiger...Hu'er..."

The old King Qi recited Zhou Wujia's nickname intermittently, probably because he had a premonition that he was about to die. He was so weak that he could only hold Zhou Wujiahe's fingers tightly, and Zhou Wujiahe's white and crisp palms were also numb.

Red marks appeared.

"My... Hu'er..."

The old King Qi was lying on the bed with tears in his eyes, and his face was full of reluctance.

At the last moment of his life, he was most worried about Zhou Wu Jiahe. This preference could bring endless glory and respect to Zhou Wu Jiahe while he was still alive. But when he died, Zhou Wu Jiahe's situation also changed.

It became extremely dangerous.

Probably thinking of this, he forced the old King Qi to hold on and refused to take his last breath.

"Xiao...Xiao Jiu..."

After looking at Zhou Wu Jiahe for a long time, the old King Qi suddenly looked outward and read Xiao Jiu's name.

"You...passed, come here."

Although the voice was weak and intermittent, it was still heard clearly by people in the room.

Facing the slightly surprised looks of Zhou Wuxi and Zhou Wuping, Xiao Jiu walked forward calmly.

He also listened to the instructions of the old King Qi, "Everyone else...get out."

Zhou Wuxi was still hesitant at first, but when he saw the affirmative look from Xiao Jiu, Zhou Wuxi followed the instructions and walked out of the hall. After all, if it hadn't been for Xiao Jiu today, he would not have been the final winner.

With him taking the lead, the rest of the people retreated, and even the defeated Zhou Wuhun was escorted out by Zhou Wuxi and imprisoned.

Now the entire palace belongs to him, and no one dares to disobey Zhou Wuxi.

"You... since when did you... know about the widow's plan?"

"How do you know... Yang, Yang Guosi will betray me?"

"Say it!"

The old King Qi's face turned red, and he glared at Xiao Jiu with his eyes, like a severely injured and furious lion. However, he could only lie on the bed at the moment, unable to move, and drooling even more.

There was no one in the room. Xiao Jiu glanced around and found that everyone around him had indeed left.

The way he looked at King Qi did not change at all. No matter how miserable King Qi looked at the moment, there was no trace of disgust or contempt, but only calmness.

It's just his appearance that makes people feel inexplicably that this is what's scary about him.

"Why do you think I can get into the eyes of His Highness the Third?"

This was what made Xiao Jiu strange from the beginning. He said slowly, "The talents recruited by His Highness are either those of high birth and extraordinary power, or powerful warriors among the people. The rest are looked down upon."

"But he insists on poaching me away from His Highness the Fourth Highness. I am somewhat self-aware and know that His Highness the Third Highness does not really value me. The troops under His Highness the Fourth Highness are weak, and I am probably the only general who can take advantage of him."

Xiao Jiu had an almost smile at the corner of his mouth, like sarcasm or self-mockery. He could clearly see Zhou Wuhun's purpose and continued, "He promised me a high official and a generous salary because he was a weakling to the Fourth Highness."

Military strength; also to find a suitable scapegoat, just waiting to be used today."

"When the time comes when I am deceived by him and eager to perform meritorious deeds, which is detrimental to the king, he can justifiably blame me for regicide, kill the other princes in one fell swoop, and claim that it was His Highness who ordered me to act in order to conspire against him.

If he kills his kinsman and his father, then the throne will only be his."

It's a pity that Xiao Jiu is not a simple and easy-to-deceive young man. Otherwise, if he really obeys orders with enthusiasm, he will end up innocently falling into hell.

What Zhou Wuhun didn't expect was that the plan he thought was the best was actually just a trap secretly laid out for him by the King of Qi.

King Qi's plan was even more clever. Xiao Jiu said, "His Highness the Third Highness has never thought of such a brilliant plan. Yang Guosi was the person sent by the King to advise him. This led to the fall of the Third Young Master.

To this point today.”

What a pity...Old King Qi thought that he was the one who planned the plot, so he waited until he finally closed the net and killed several of his other sons in one fell swoop, sending Zhou Wujiahe to the throne.

But because of Yang Guosi's variable, King Qi's plan eventually led to the defeat of everything.

"What the king didn't expect was that Taiwei Yang betrayed you."

Xiao Jiu said this, and suddenly felt a little funny, so she really laughed, and slowly explained the reason why she knew this matter in the latter's resentful eyes.

"On the night Chi'er was killed, I saw with my own eyes Yang Guosi's secret plan with the Nanman people, asking the Nanman people to send troops so that he could sit on the throne."

"In exchange for this group of tribute horses that disappeared not long ago, there may be other conditions or reasons. Then, Chi'er died. I guess Yang Guosi was probably afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he had to take action in advance. He

Without waiting for the Southern Barbarians to lend him troops, he dared to persuade the Third Young Master to force the palace to implement his plan, so I guess he must have private soldiers in his hands."
Chapter completed!