It went so smoothly that Yan Ruchu felt a little unbelievable.
"The fifth prince and the fourth prince rushed into Zhao Zhen's palace. Soldiers and horses surrounded the palace and forced Zhao Zhen into the palace. They wanted to make him the crown prince and the supreme emperor to take care of him until his death."
Yan Ruchu raised her eyebrows and said, "This matter is also very strange. It seems that the guards of the palace were transferred that night, and someone did something secretly. Otherwise, Zhao Qing and Zhao Chengren would not even be able to enter the palace."
But he hasn't found out who is behind it yet.
"What happened next was even more unexpected."
"According to the servants in the palace, when Taizu Xiang was about to let go, the fifth prince suddenly drew his sword at the fourth prince. The fourth prince seemed to have expected it, and dodged the sword with his soft armor.
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"For a while, the palace was in chaos."
"The two princes secretly infiltrated the Sanhua Army and started a chaotic battle. The entire palace was filled with miserable killing sounds."
Yan Ruchu frowned and said, "The palace change that night is still fresh in my memory."
He raised his head and said: "That night, I led thousands of martial arts masters to enter the palace from outside. With the talisman, the Sanhua Army turned against them. It can be said that I led my people into the palace without spending a single soldier."
"While the fourth and fifth princes were fighting fiercely, I had already taken control of all the guards in the palace, and secretly sent people to control several ministers in the court."
"After one night..."
"Da Xiang changed his master."
Yan Ruchu stood up and said: "Even now I feel in a daze, as if everything went smoothly and I was pushed to sit on the throne."
"There were countless strange things about that night. From the Sanhua Army to the guards in the palace, there was no movement at all for several hours. All of this was strange and alarming."
"It seems like someone is secretly manipulating all of this and playing with everyone."
Yan Ruchu took a deep breath, looked at Mr. Chen and said, "This matter has troubled me for many years, and I would like to ask Mr. Chen to help me get to the bottom of it this time."
Chen Changsheng sat on the chair and pondered for a long time.
You can hear a needle drop in the Imperial Study Room.
Chen Changsheng's hand slowly tapped on the table. He discovered that Yan Ruchu did not lie, and every word was true.
Such ridiculous things do indeed happen.
What is almost impossible has actually been achieved.
Chen Changsheng paused and asked again: "Where is Zhao Zhen?"
Yan Ruchu was startled, and then said: "Speaking of..."
"That night I raised my sword and fought in front of Zhao Zhen. That night Zhao Zhen was lying on the bed and witnessed everything. After meeting me, she even said some incomprehensible words."
"He said: 'Finally you are here.'"
Yan Ruchu frowned slightly and said: "After saying this, Zhao Zhen seemed to be relieved, and his whole body went limp. When I checked his condition, he had no breath."
"His words were as if he had been waiting for me for a long time, as if he knew about this moment but had no way of asking."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng nodded, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That should be the case."
He had already guessed that Zhao Zhen had done something.
He asked again: "What happened later? You have Dajing's blood flowing in your body. Dajing's foundation is solid. Even if the rebellion succeeds, it may not be able to stabilize the situation later, right?"
"It was a literary minister who helped me."
Yan Ruchu said: "He knelt down alone and said that the rebellion in the northwest was imminent and that state affairs should be the most important thing at this time. This sentence of state affairs being the most important thing attracted nearly half of the officials to follow him."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng was also in a trance. He looked at Yan Ruchu and said, "Is this Prime Minister really thinking about his family and country?"
Yan Ruchu calmed down, sighed slightly and said, "I don't know yet, but after I gradually gained control over the officials in the DPRK, I gave him a glass of poisoned wine."
"He has to die."
Yan Ruchu was particularly calm when she said these words, and there was no wave in her eyes.
"Is this so..."
Chen Changsheng pondered, I am afraid there are more than one or two strange places.
Although everything goes well, it is obviously not an easy task for Yan Ruchu to really stabilize the court. For example, the place is still called Daxiang, which may be Yan Ruchu's concession.
Such a throne will inevitably be accompanied by some bloodshed, firstly, disunity among the people, and secondly, rebellion in the world, just like when Daxiang was destroyed.
Not only must he be a benevolent king who appeases the people, but he must also be a ruthless king who is ruthless and ruthless.
It took a lot of hard work for Yan Ruchu to be able to securely sit on the throne.
The imperial study fell into brief peace again.
Chen Changsheng pondered, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes frowning.
Each of these things seems to be just what you see on the surface.
In Chen Changsheng's thoughts, he suddenly remembered a person, a person he had never seen but had heard of.
His hand reached into his sleeve and held a folding fan.
This is what Zeng Jin left behind in Yanhuang Tower.
Yan Ruchu broke the silence and asked, "Sir, do you have any clues?"
Chen Changsheng came back to his senses and said, "Maybe there is..."
Yan Ruchu was stunned for a moment.
Then he heard Chen Changsheng say: "We're not sure yet, we'll have to wait until later..."
In the end, Chen Changsheng did not give him an accurate answer.
Chen Changsheng said goodbye and left the palace.
Yan Ruchu just sent him off in the imperial study. He felt mixed emotions in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.
"If Mr. Chen can't find out, then maybe this matter will really bother me for the rest of my life..."
Yan Ruchu murmured, shook her head and then returned to the desk to review the memorial.
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Chen Changsheng arrived outside Shangjing City.
He held one in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he pulled off a hair.
He had some guesses, but if he couldn't see this person today, he wouldn't dare to draw a conclusion.
"Buzz."
The hair falls on the folding fan.
The folding fan opens to reveal the magnificent scene of bamboo orchids.
"If Mr. Zhulan is in Beijing, can you show up and meet him?"
Chen Changsheng said this and looked around, seeing no movement in the mountain stream.
He thought for a moment and looked down at the folding fan.
But at this moment, a breeze suddenly rose and blew onto his face.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then took steps towards the direction where the gust of wind blew.
After a while, Chen Changsheng came to a heavily guarded place. He concealed his figure, passed through the layers of handles, and finally arrived under a mountain.
What you see in front of you is the imperial mausoleum!
Imperial Mausoleum of the Yan Family!
‘If the wind comes from here, will it be here?’
Chen Changsheng murmured and walked to the closed door of the imperial mausoleum.
Taking another step, when I opened my eyes, I saw pitch black.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and a fire lit up in the mausoleum.
His eyes looked away.
I saw an old man with no hair leaning against the blood-red coffin. His breath was weak, as if he would turn into ashes and disperse in the next moment.