Qingxuan lowered his eyelashes, and there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.
"Actually, before the struggle between the two countries, I divined a prediction in advance. I thought the omen of great disaster would be on you two, but I didn't expect it."
Wen Ranran pinched her eyebrows and said, "Actually, this is not a bad thing. Jiang An's funeral will definitely be handled by the palace. When the time comes, he will have a legitimate reason to enter the palace. As for Zuo Yan and Xia Lishuang,
They will probably rush back tomorrow after hearing the news."
"That"
"Jiang An is dead, my father has announced that he is seriously ill, and his eldest brother has disappeared. What do you think Prime Minister Zuo would do in this situation?" A sharp look flashed in Wen Ranran's eyes.
Jiang He was stunned, "You mean, without Jiang An as a puppet, the Prime Minister might..."
"Well, it depends on how bold he is."
Xia Lishuang and Zuo Yan came back earlier than they thought. That night, Xia Lishuang rushed back after a long journey.
"How is it?" Wen Ranran had been waiting for a long time, and was startled when she saw Xia Lishuang, who was covered in cold.
Xia Lishuang raised her eyebrows, sighed and shook her head.
"There is no way. When that old fellow Zuo Yan heard the news of Jiang An's death, he just shed a few symbolic tears and insisted on rushing back. Where is Concubine Zuo?"
Wen Ranran shrugged, "I heard that the commotion was so serious that I led people to close down the brothel where the incident happened without saying a word. I even killed the women in the brothel and asked them to bury my son with them."
Xia Lishuang frowned deeply.
This kind of indiscriminate attack on everyone and crazy criticism is, to be honest, a bit crazy.
Many people even secretly felt happy about Jiang An's death.
Shangyang Palace.
Zuo Wan'er hugged the coffin like a madman and cried bitterly.
How could her child, her most well-behaved An'er, pass away so suddenly?
But the cold and dark coffin told her clearly that her son died in such a ridiculous way.
Who is it, who is it?!
Concubine Zuo gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly as she burst into tears.
Is it those Rongguo people? Or is it Jiang Shu?! Or someone else? She must want them to die miserably!
"Sister!" A thick voice sounded from behind, and Prime Minister Zuo walked over slowly, feeling depressed in his heart.
He knew that that bastard Jiang An couldn't hold himself up the wall, but he never had a better choice.
It is reasonable to be killed at this moment, but
Prime Minister Zuo sighed and patted his sister on the shoulder, "Don't be too sad!"
Concubine Zuo threw herself into her brother's arms and cried bitterly.
Prime Minister Zuo sighed and said nothing more, just telling her to take care of herself.
However, what I have to admit is that the moment he heard the news of Jiang An's death, Zuo Yan actually had some crazy thoughts in his mind.
Emperor Lan Xuan was seriously ill, and there was no one in Lan State who could inherit the throne.
If so, if I can do it, can I sit firmly on the dragon throne?!
This crazy thought kept amplifying in Zuo Yan's mind, like a snowball, quickly taking over his entire mind.
Zuo Yan gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of cruelty in his heart. Instead of waiting for Lan Country to be annexed by other countries in the future, it would be better to cut through the mess quickly and firmly hold Lan Country in his own hands!
After all, he had always wanted to sit in that seat above ten thousand people, but he did not dare to sit for fear of being criticized by the world.
Now, with an excellent opportunity right in front of him, Zuo Yan finally couldn't hold it any longer.