On the seat, the emperor's eyes were cold and he kept staring at Concubine Duan's eyes.
There was a dead silence in the palace. Even though there was deep affection and the emperor's favor, Concubine Duan knew that this matter would not be fooled so easily.
At this moment, Concubine Duan suppressed her uneasiness and looked at the emperor quietly.
Being able to achieve this step shows how strong Concubine Duan's psychological quality is.
A woman like her can be said to be comparable to Empress Lu and Emperor Wu.
Although her expression was calm and collected, Concubine Duan's mind was racing rapidly, and she had to find a way to get through this situation safely.
"Your Majesty, I still say the same thing. If killing me can calm the anger of the people in the world, I am willing to share your worries for the emperor!"
Having said this, Concubine Duan walked aside, picked up some small clothes on the soft couch and the small table, and wiped away her tears.
Zhao Yongcheng recognized those clothes at a glance as those worn by Lao Si and Lao Jiu when they were young, and they were made by the Scarf and Hat Bureau and the Needlework Bureau under his personal orders.
"The death of the fourth child is unknown, and the life and death of the ninth child is also unknown. Both sons were lost at the age of forty. I have no memories of my concubine for the rest of her life, and she will suffer misfortune while she is still alive!"
After saying this, Concubine Duan turned directly to face the emperor and then knelt down and said: "I have only one request. I don't ask for a rich burial after my death. I only ask that the emperor can grant three feet of land in the western suburbs so that the fourth and ninth sons can be buried."
The clothes were buried with the concubines..."
"In this way, I can be reunited with my son underground!"
Concubine Duan cried so hard that she was not acting at this moment, but was actually feeling sad and sorrowful.
In fact, if the emperor really asked her to die, she would actually be able to accept it, because she really felt that living was meaningless.
But on the other hand, she felt that she could not die yet, at least she had to wait until the queen fell and the prince's family died before she could die.
It has to be said that Concubine Duan's performance in front of her also reminded Zhao Yongcheng of many past events, especially the grievances he suffered over the years.
At first, the fourth son, Zhao Yanting, was his most promising son. Just when he was ready to break up with the officials and forcefully depose the eldest son and make the fourth son the crown prince, Zhao Yanting accidentally fell into the water and died.
It happened that at this time, the southern government forced the people to rebel, causing a large-scale rebellion. Zhao Yongcheng had to stop his activities in order to seek stability, and the investigation into Zhao Yanting's death was also hasty.
Although so many years have passed, Zhao Yongcheng still feels a great shame and humiliation in his heart.
He was the supreme emperor, but when he was tempted to depose the crown prince, reality gave him a loud slap in the face, telling him that the civil power was no longer under control.
After quelling the rebellion, Zhao Yongcheng's main energy was to fight against civilian forces.
The extension of this incident was the ongoing battle for the crown prince, and he pushed out the ninth son Zhao Yanxun.
Unfortunately, at the last moment, the barbarians invaded and forced Zhao Yongcheng to give in again.
With both sons gone, Concubine Duan really doesn’t need to bother anymore, so who is going to kill the prince?
Who will benefit? Zhao Yongcheng thought hard.
At this moment, Concubine Duan kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have no worries about this concubine anymore. Please give me some poisonous wine!"
At this moment, the frost on Zhao Yongcheng's face gradually dissipated, but he still didn't say a word.
He didn't speak, and Concubine Duan didn't speak either, just sobbing softly.
After a long time, Zhao Yongcheng got up from the chair, came to Concubine Duan and helped her up.
"My dear concubine, I am in trouble!" Zhao Yongcheng said slowly.
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Concubine Duan choked and said: "I know this, so I am willing to die!"
At this moment, even Zhao Yongcheng's eyes were a little red, and his voice trembled: "Stop mentioning death, I can't hear the word!"
From Zhao Yongcheng's perspective, he actually had a miserable life.
The continuous loss of children, domineering civil servants, rebellions in various places, unstable borders, and now zombies are descending from the sky, threatening to destroy the country passed down by our ancestors.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Concubine Duan was heard saying: "If I hadn't missed the Emperor, I would have hung up my hair long ago!"
"My beloved, please do not intend to commit suicide. I will not allow you to do this!" Zhao Yongcheng said with a gloomy face.
If Concubine Duan also leaves him, then he will really be alone.
Concubine Duan immediately said: "Your Majesty, I beg you... to send someone to Longyou again to find Xun'er!"
It was clear that she was being accused, but Concubine Duan not only eliminated the crisis, but also seized the opportunity to "kidnap" the emperor to do something.
"I will arrange this, don't worry!" Zhao Yongcheng sighed.
To the right of Longxi, he had sent out more than ten groups of people, but there was no news from them all, so he gave up hope.
After helping Concubine Duan sit down, Zhao Yongcheng said: "My dear concubine, I am resting now. I will go back first if I have something to do!"
There are a lot of things going on right now, especially things about the prince, which are enough to make Zhao Yongcheng feel overwhelmed, so he has no intention of taking a rest.
Seeing that the emperor was about to leave, Concubine Duan immediately stood up and said: "I send you to the emperor!"
Under Concubine Duan's insistence, Zhao Yongcheng could only let her see her off.
Standing outside the palace gate, watching the emperor go away, Concubine Duan glanced to the left and right, where dozens of palace people were kneeling, including Yuzhu.
The maids and eunuchs in Xianfu Palace were purged before the emperor arrived, so they were unaware of everything that happened in the palace.
"Everyone, get up and do whatever you have to do!"
After saying this, Concubine Duan turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and then stood up one after another, but no one made any nonsense. After being in the palace for a long time, they all knew not to ask questions that they shouldn't ask.
When she walked into the Buddhist hall alone, Concubine Duan stumbled and almost fell to the ground. At this moment, the string in her heart relaxed.
Holding on to the seat, Concubine Duan slowly sat down, her chest rising and falling. She had finally passed this test today.
Let's talk about Zhao Yongcheng. When he returned to Qian'an Palace, the chief eunuch, the editor-in-chief, was already waiting for him.
Entering the hall, Zhao Yongcheng stopped talking nonsense and asked directly: "Tell me everything you found!"
"Reporting to your Majesty, I have sent people to investigate this matter, and we have initially concluded that His Highness the Crown Prince contracted the disease due to physical weakness and taking strong medicines!"
"The women who served last night were bought back from the brothel by the prince's servants. They are all prostitutes trained in the brothel since childhood. There is nothing suspicious for the time being!"
"And the elixir that the prince took was donated by a Taoist priest from the East Palace. There are five such Taoist priests in the East Palace!"
"Something happened to the prince. These five people have committed suicide out of fear of crime. I have sent people to investigate their actions!"
"The eunuchs and maids who were on duty in the prince's palace last night have all been imprisoned and are being tortured...Nothing has been discovered yet!"
After talking a lot but not saying anything useful, Zhao Yongcheng became furious.
"Trash, nothing has been found so far, why don't you hurry up and go out on errands!"
After drinking away the servant, Zhao Yongcheng leaned on the throne.
At this moment, he was thinking about a question, who would benefit the most from the death of the prince?
The prince is dead, and the prince he has cultivated for a long time is gone. Could it be...those ministers?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yongcheng suddenly realized that this was not possible but extremely possible. After all, these civil servants were not generally courageous.
If the prince dies, the only people in the capital who are qualified to succeed to the throne are a few young princes. Wouldn't it be easier to be bewitched and controlled?
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became. Zhao Yongcheng had murderous intentions at the moment.
Following this matter, it is not impossible to clean up a group of people.
