Emperor Zhaoming felt physically and mentally exhausted for the first time.
Seeing his frown, Situ Xue asked with concern: "Your Majesty, what happened? What happened?"
Emperor Zhaoming didn't speak, and even talking to Concubine De had no effect. She couldn't do anything to help him.
If this matter is really Yun Chen's deliberate lie, then his role as the prince is over, and the day he returns to Dayong will be the day he is deposed.
But what if he is also forced?
Emperor Zhaoming sat in the Imperial Concubine's Palace for a while, then quickly got up and went to the Imperial Study Room, summoning the new commander of the Shadow Guards of the Shadow Pavilion: "Did you find out the latest news from Dongyou?"
"No." The black-clothed commander knelt on the ground, "All the messages have been intercepted. There are more powerful shadow guards in the East Netherworld than us who are watching us secretly. All the shadow guards who have entered the East Netherworld can't bring out the information smoothly.
, there are shadow guards who tried to forcefully cross the border and have been missing for several days."
Missing?
Emperor Zhaoming felt a chill in his heart: "Could it be Sicang's doing?"
"I'm not sure."
Emperor Zhaoming's eyes became colder a little bit, and there was no news from Sicang so far. He was really mysterious.
"Continue to inquire and be sure to get the news as soon as possible." Emperor Zhaoming ordered, "Has there been any unusual movement in the Feng Family Army?"
"No, Chief Feng led his troops to the border. The army has been stationed at the border. Apart from routine patrols and defense arrangements, the Feng family's army has not made any changes."
Emperor Zhaoming closed his eyes, not knowing what to do for a moment.
He seemed to be trapped in a dark whirlpool, dizzy due to a hurricane, unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south, and he didn't know what to do to make the most correct decision.
If we had accurate intelligence, we could at least make corresponding countermeasures, but now we don't even know the inside story, how to deal with it?
King Jing can't come back, and neither can the prince.
Emperor Zhaoming raised his hand to cover his forehead. Now only King Qi is left in the court... But his favorite prince is King Jing, and King Jing has not returned... If it is really the last resort, should King Qi be made the prince?
Who is behind this? Could it be Yun Zishu?
Zishu's cold and frightening eyes seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and Emperor Zhaoming shuddered. If he had known about that damn scourge...if he had known that, he should have drowned her since she was a child!
Without Yun Zishu, he would not have fallen into such a passive situation.
Looking up at the commander of the Shadow Pavilion who was still kneeling on the ground, Emperor Zhaoming coldly ordered: "Send a message to the border and order Chief Feng to ask Dongyou to ask for someone, saying that my dragon body is not in good condition. Please ask King Jing and the Crown Prince to return to the palace as soon as possible."
Yong, you must not delay any longer, otherwise something will happen in the palace."
"Yes, I humbly accept my order!"
…
The Chinese New Year is meant to be lively.
In the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve came, and Sicang and Yun Zishu ordered a grand banquet to be held in the palace. In addition to the nobles of the clan and the second-rank and above important ministers in the court, the Emperor of Xijiang and the Prince of Dayong, who were still in Dongyou, had not left.
Also included in the invitation.
This is the first New Year's Eve after the new emperor ascends the throne. For the ministers of Dongyou, it is the most worthy of celebration, because their emperor is young and courageous, wise and powerful, decisive in killing, and has the ambition to conquer the world.
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The monarch and his ministers enjoy together and share prosperity.
The larger the scale of the palace banquet, the more it demonstrates Dongyou's strong strength and expectations for future prosperity, so during the banquet, the ministers mingled and drank with each other, their faces glowing red.
But for the Emperor of Xijiang, this was undoubtedly an embarrassing situation.
In his eyes, the scene of the kings and ministers of Dongyou having fun together seemed like an early celebration of victory in the war, celebrating their capture of the territory of the Western Border, celebrating the expansion of the territory of the Eastern You, and celebrating the destruction of the Western Border.
This was obviously ironic. He sat on the table like a buffoon, stiff and embarrassed, sitting on pins and needles.
Although Yun Chen is a little better than him and will not become the king of the country for the time being, he is in an equally embarrassing situation. Thinking of the prison-like situation he has been in for the past few days, Yun Chen feels very aggrieved. He drinks one glass after another of spicy wine and raises his eyes slightly.
, seeing the gorgeous and bright face high up in front, I suddenly felt hatred in my heart. I don’t know if it was because of a bit of alcohol that I was so high.
He said angrily: "Yun Zishu! Don't forget that the place where you were born and raised is Dayong. The place that gave you life and the honor of a princess is Dayong. Your relatives are in Dayong, and you are now in Dongyou's territory."
When you are singing and dancing, living in peace and enjoying glory, you have never thought about whether your long-dead mother would be so angry that you, an unfilial daughter, would jump out of the coffin board?"
His voice was so loud that it drowned out all the music in the temple.
The music slowly stopped, and the hall fell into silence.
There was still a bit of a smile on Yun Zishu's face, but when she heard Yun Chen's words, her smile disappeared in an instant. She turned to look at Yun Chen, a cold and biting luster flashed across her eyes, and then she put down her hand.
took the tea cup, stood up and walked out of Danbi.
Leng Yue, who was next to her, quickly stretched out her hand for her to hold.
The whole hall fell silent, and the ministers put down their wine glasses involuntarily, looking at Yun Zishu for a moment, watching the empress, whose belly was already swollen, and who would soon give birth to an heir, step by step.
Coming over, I saw the expression on Prince Dayong's face froze little by little, and looked at the envoys behind Yun Chen who subconsciously wanted to say something.
Finally, Yun Zishu, who was wearing a fierce aura, walked up to Yun Chen, bent down slightly, raised her hand and slapped him: "Pah!"
Yun Chen was confused, and the envoys were confused.
Everyone present was stunned.
"Yun Zishu!" Yun Chen raised his hands to cover his face in fear, unable to resist the urge to retreat, "You...you dare to hit me?"
Yun Zishu didn't say anything and slapped him again with her backhand.
Snap!
The sound is crisp and merciless.
It was so quiet in the main hall that you could hear a pin drop.
"You probably don't know how I killed my mother, right?" Yun Zishu stared at Yun Chen, with piercing hatred in her eyes, "She was killed by your insidious and vicious father, and you are
Don't you know? Yun Chen, why are you so stupid? You've obviously had a good few days, but you have to ruin my mood at this time and make yourself unhappy? "
The ministers of Dongyou turned to look at each other with slightly condensed expressions. So this is the reason why the empress has indifference towards Dayong? Emperor Dayong personally killed his queen and Yun Zishu's mother?
why is that?
"Yun Zishu." Yun Chen turned around quickly and found that no one stopped Yun Zishu from such inappropriate behavior. His face turned blue and white, but he still forced his mouth to look at it, "I... I don't know you
How did your mother die, but... But Dayong is the place where you were born and raised. Isn’t this a fact? Your father is your biological father, isn’t this a fact? You can’t betray your ancestors——
"
Snap!
Yun Zishu slapped her again: "Shut up."
After being slapped three times in full view of everyone, Yun Chen felt a burning embarrassment on his face: "Yun Zishu!"