Do you really think he cares about King Jing's injury? What he wants to know is whether King Jing will have a chance to come back in this life, and it would be better to die in Dongyou.
Thinking of King Qi who was imprisoned in the palace and thinking about it, and the prince who was still unconscious and talking all day long, Prime Minister Wei felt really bad. He couldn't understand how the plan went so wrong.
Now he can only pray that the prince will become a fool and King Jing will never come back. In this way, even if King Qi is really suspected of assassinating the prince, he will still be the prince most qualified to become the crown prince.
Because the emperor had no choice.
By the way, there is also the Seventh Prince Yunchi.
Although he is only a descendant of Zhaoyi and his status is not as good as that of King Qi, in the end when there are no other candidates to consider, he might be able to counterattack and turn around.
Therefore, Yunchi must die.
There was a sinister look in Prime Minister Wei's eyes. Even God was helping King Qi and created such convenient conditions for them. He must seize this opportunity.
Whether the Wei family can become the most powerful family in Dayong depends on whether King Qi can ascend to that position.
Turning his eyes slightly, Prime Minister Wei looked at the dragon chair under Emperor Zhaoming's seat. The golden chair engraved with the five-clawed dragon pattern was a symbol of power and represented the supreme noble status.
How many people fought for this chair to death, how many people became stepping stones under this chair, father and son turned against each other, brothers killed each other...
"Zishu, how many days do you plan to stay when you come back this time?" The Queen Mother said gently, and naturally changed the subject, "Please stay for a few more days. It is not easy to go back and forth, and it is even harder to take care of the children."
Yun Zishu smiled lightly: "I plan to stay a few more days. Thank you Queen Mother."
The Queen Mother smiled and turned to look at Emperor Zhaoming, "Your Majesty, Sicang and Yun Zishu are not only the masters of Dongyou, but also our relatives. They must be treated well both emotionally and rationally."
"The Queen Mother is right." Emperor Zhaoming held up the tea cup and gestured to everyone, "For the sake of the friendship between Dayong and Dongyou, for our inseparable relationship, and for the people of the two countries to live and work in peace and contentment from now on, I will drink with you.
One cup.”
After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all.
The courtiers of Dayong drank wine, and then they all agreed with each other, hoping that Dayong and Dongyou could live in peace and form a friendly alliance.
"Dongyou and Dayong are now the two countries with the best relations, thanks to Her Royal Highness the Princess." Prime Minister Wei calmed down and picked up the wine cup, "I would like to pay a toast to the Emperor and the Queen on behalf of the civil and military affairs of the Great Yong Dynasty."
"The Emperor and the Queen are not good drinkers. I will have a drink with the Prime Minister." A smile appeared on Huangfu Lingfeng's handsome face, as warm as the spring breeze. "Thanks to Dongyou for being able to annex Western Xinjiang in such a short period of time."
With the help of the Queen, I believe that Dongyou will become stronger and more prosperous in the future, and the country will last forever for thousands of generations."
Prime Minister Wei's expression was stiff, and the expressions of other ministers were also a little ugly.
Although the exchange of words was gentle, there was a hidden edge in every word. What Dayong wanted was peace between the two countries and a promise of friendship from Dongyou. However, Dongyou remained ambitious, as if becoming the world's hegemon was their destiny.
The ultimate goal must be achieved.
This undoubtedly made Dayong's monarchs and ministers worried.
They were not fools, so they naturally noticed Sicang's indifferent attitude and Yun Zishu's somewhat distant look. They all looked at each other calmly, guessing that Yun Zishu still had some resentment in her heart.
After all, Yun Zishu did not receive the treatment that a legitimate princess should have since she was a child. During those years, not only the concubines and princess Mo were hostile to her, but even the emperor, her biological father, did not want to see her.
Now that she has become the queen of the most powerful country, it is inevitable that she will put on some airs when she comes back to visit her relatives. Moreover, even if she really has the intention to annex Dayong, this is the foundation for her to become a powerful country.
But...as a weak country, they don't want to be annexed.
The atmosphere was a little stagnant, but fortunately, a dancer soon appeared on the stage, and with the music, the hall finally became lively.
Emperor Zhaoming frowned and said nothing, his eyes occasionally passing over the faces of Sicang and Yun Zishi, there was always an indescribable weirdness and uneasiness. Dongyou no longer wanted to hide his ambition, but in Dayong's territory,
If they are so fearless, don't they worry about being trapped here?
After all, if they really break up, even if Sicang is very powerful in martial arts, his two fists will be hard to beat with four palms, right? There are nearly ten thousand people in the Royal Forest Army inside and outside Dayong Imperial City, how can they still not be able to deal with a Shadow Pavilion commander?
The Dayong Palace was heavily guarded both inside and outside, and only the emperor, two young men from aristocratic families, and a few guards came to Dongyou.
What kind of confidence do they have to talk nonsense here?
Emperor Zhaoming suddenly thought of someone.
Phoenix Ci.
How many people did he bring into the city in the name of protecting Emperor Dongyou?
Emperor Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat and he raised his hand to summon Yang Xi.
"Your Majesty?" Yang Xi came over and bowed to listen to the order.
Emperor Zhaoming lowered his voice: "Send a message to Ming Chongjin and ask him to take people to inspect the defense arrangements outside. At the same time, pay attention to the soldiers and horses brought by Feng Ci and not allow them to act rashly."
Yang Xi's heart sank: "Your Majesty?"
"In addition," Emperor Zhaoming gritted his teeth, "Let Ming Chongjin find a way to control the Feng family and not allow anyone in the Feng family to enter or leave the mansion without permission. If Feng Ciruo returns home, he will be trapped in the house and he will not be allowed to go out again."
Yang Xi glanced at the Queen Mother from the corner of her eye, and saw the Queen Mother sitting on the phoenix chair with a calm expression, as if she had not noticed anything strange about the Emperor. She was holding the tea cup gracefully and elegantly, and the delicate armor on her fingers reflected the golden color.
of light.
"Go and do it immediately."
Yang Xi came to his senses and accepted the order respectfully, "Yes, I obey the order."
Emperor Zhaoming frowned, still feeling uneasy.
Gu Cheng, the commander of the Gyeonggi Guard, is not here today. If Feng Ci places all 5,000 soldiers and horses in the inner city, it means that the only people he can count on are the Imperial Guards - this is the biggest oversight of an emperor.
There were so few people coming to Dongyou that he took it for granted that Zishu really came back to visit her relatives, but after just a few words of conversation, he realized his mistake.
The Gyeonggi Guards are stationed outside the city and are not allowed to send troops into the city without an imperial decree. If there is a conflict between the two sides, who will the Feng family protect?
If a conflict does occur, can his will be successfully transmitted outside the city? Is there any chance for Gu Cheng to lead troops to escort him?
Emperor Zhaoming frowned deeply. He should have taken the courtiers directly to welcome him outside the imperial city early this morning. This would not be rude to others, but could also logically leave the people brought by Feng Ci outside the city.
Money cannot buy the medicine for regret.
Emperor Zhaoming quickly thought about how to deal with the situation, but Yun Zishu, who was sitting at the table, had already noticed the change in his expression. She twitched the corner of his mouth in an undetectable way, and her eyebrows were as calm as snow.