Wang Pengxing did not stay in Prince Yu's Mansion for long, and left after an hour.
After Di Xin promised for the second time that he had no resentment towards him, his brows relaxed a little when he left.
Seeing Wang Pengxing's staggering figure disappear from sight, Emperor Xin sighed leisurely.
The strategy Wang Pengxing once chose was not very good, but it was still considered safe.
King Jing thought that he could force Wang Ruoqing into his arms by constantly suppressing Prince Yu's palace, but he did not expect that the daughter of a dignified minister of household affairs was not an ordinary woman who could take advantage of her.
If Wang Pengxing secretly takes charge, the worst result is to take Wang Ruoqing home, and King Jing's plan will ultimately fail.
Of course, Wang Pengxing did not expect that King Jing would send someone to assassinate the original King Yu. This was the only mistake.
But now, there is no need to delve into many things.
It is enough to know that Wang Pengxing did not give up his daughter for the sake of her future.
If you tell Wang Ruoqing about it after you get back, the knot in her heart will be relieved.
As for now, since Wang Pengxing has left, it is time to get down to business.
…
At night.
Di Xin's body was no longer the gorgeous clothes he wore during the day, but was dressed in black, and his face that could make countless women fall in love was hidden behind the veil.
His current location is no longer Prince Yu's Mansion.
It's a street next door to Prince Cheng's Mansion.
Because of the curfew, this street was deserted except for Di Xin and the people he brought.
As for the patrols in the Beijing camp, they were all lying quietly in a shadowed corner.
"Are you all ready?"
Di Xin asked Zeng Hongshen, who was also dressed in black behind him.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, these people have been trained by me personally, and there will be absolutely no mistakes tonight."
"That's good."
Di Xin nodded lightly, then looked away from Zeng Hongshen and glanced at the palace guards who were also wearing black clothes and veils.
They were all carrying a bulging package on their chests. From the outline of the package, it could be seen that they seemed to be spherical objects.
These guards, without exception, all come from the group of people who followed Emperor Xin from the capital to northern Xinjiang. They are the group of forces that Emperor Xin trusts most.
After scanning around, Di Xin fell silent.
Until an hour later.
At this moment, in the shadow of the corner, one could vaguely see another person lying down, and they were all wearing the Beijing Guards who were responsible for patrolling tonight.
"That's almost it."
Di Xin murmured in a low voice.
At this point in time, even those who had not yet returned home after the curfew had disappeared, and the aristocrats and swingers who went to Jiaofangsi and Goulan to spend money had not yet left.
It's the quietest time on the street just before midnight.
And the most important thing is that if the delay continues, the Beijing camp guarding the capital will also notice something abnormal.
Thinking like this, Di Xin took another look at the shadowed corner filled with people.
The disappearance of so many patrol guards has yet to respond. Years of comfort have worn away a lot of the vigor of the Beijing camp. After tonight, it is really time for the old emperor to reorganize the army.
It's surprising that he was able to win the final victory by relying on these slow-reacting guys.
Di Xin looked away and whispered: "Do it."
"yes!"
Zeng Hongshen's eyes widened and he immediately raised his right hand.
After making a fist, he suddenly swung it down.
Swish, swish, swish...
The sound of trembling clothes echoed in the silent street. The palace guards wearing black tights walked past Emperor Xin and Zeng Hongshen in an orderly manner and appeared on the street where Prince Cheng's palace was located.
Quietly surrounded King Cheng.
At the same time, Zeng Hongshen took out a long object from his arms.
He pointed the object in his hand towards the sky, and flashed the fire in his other hand, igniting the thin thread hanging down.
call out!
…
In Prince Cheng's Mansion.
After the Great Court Meeting, King Cheng had been feeling uneasy in his heart, and his instinct as an innate martial artist kept beating.
However, he never understood where this uneasiness came from.
No, it can't be said that there are no clues at all.
King Cheng looked in the direction of Prince Yu's Mansion.
Nowadays, apart from him, the only person who has descended as a Realm Lord in the capital is the one who occupies King Yu's body.
If someone could bring him danger, then he couldn't think of anyone else besides that person.
It's the same even if the clone that person currently occupies is just a useless person with no cultivation.
The only people who can be regarded as a threat by King Cheng are those who are also descendants of the World Lord.
However, that man was ordered to be beaten twenty times by the old emperor in public today. He should not be able to get off the ground now, and he was also banned from walking like himself. What can he do at this moment?
After returning to the palace, King Cheng began to think about it, but he still had no answer.
Sometimes, however, doubt is enough.
He has simply been deprived of his position as supervisor of the country, and after what happened today, it is not known how long the matter of establishing the crown prince will be delayed.
And he may not be made a prince.
If the court really finds out the relationship between him and Mingyue Tower, then everything will be too late.
In this case, it is better to strike first.
After hesitating for a moment, King Cheng walked into the dark room under the study.
Although the old emperor banned his feet, he never used his real body to contact Mingyue Tower.
In the entire capital, as long as he is not willing, no one can detect his appearance.
Then it wasn't until before the curfew, after King Cheng made arrangements, that the Yin Shen returned to his body.
Then he still felt it was not enough, so he stood up and walked to the bookshelf on one side of the darkroom, and put into his arms again the things he had planned to use last time but gave up temporarily.
"Since we want to strike first to gain the upper hand, we simply do one thing and the other without stopping."
In the dark secret room, King Cheng's eyes flashed with ambition.
After deducing his plan in the secret room, he returned from the secret passage to the candle-lit study.
It only takes one day.
After one day, the owner of this dynasty can be replaced.
However, King Cheng, who had just returned to the study from the secret room, heard an exclamation from the servants outside before he could do anything.
"What is that?"
“It’s so beautiful!”
"Wow..."
"Really, so beautiful!"
"..."
King Cheng frowned and was about to call the servants in to scold him, but suddenly he changed his mind.
Squeak.
There was a knock on the door, and several servants who were looking at the sky in fascination suddenly came back to their senses.
Looking at the people walking out of the study, their expressions changed and they immediately knelt on the ground.
Although King Cheng did not treat them harshly, he attached great importance to the usual etiquette and did not allow anyone to break it.
Everyone paled when they thought that they had dared to make such a loud noise at the door of His Highness King Cheng's study just now.
"See Your Highness, this servant has disturbed Your Highness, please punish me!"