Chapter 137 Gu Yu, why didn't you come to save me!
The prince was stunned for a moment, looked up at his father, and asked with tears on his face: "Why?"
Everyone in the world was speculating on why Prince An did not establish an heir apparent. Even the Holy Emperor thought that although Prince An loved his eldest son, he was still a little disappointed with his mediocre qualifications.
Prince An said: "I think that when we enter Kyoto, you will directly sit on the throne, and I will still be Prince An and enjoy my old age."
The prince did not expect that his father would give him such an answer, and said: "Father, why is this!"
Why is it that my father has exhausted all his power and plans to hand over the throne to him, but he still remains Prince An?
The prince could not understand.
Prince An smiled and said: "You don't have to care about my purpose of doing all this. The final result is that you ascend the throne, that's enough. Your father and I are not interested in the throne."
The prince couldn't believe it, shook his head, and said incoherently: "No, father, you know, in my heart, my father is much more important than the throne, and more important than the country. If my father ascends the throne, I will never have any distracting thoughts.
If my father gives it to me, I will take it; if my father does not give it to me, I will never take it."
Prince An wiped his tears for him. Of course he believed that the relationship between father and son could not be faked. His eldest son was also the most like him among all the children.
The high expectations he has for his eldest son are beyond the reach of all his children combined.
Prince An said: "I believe it, but these are my sincere words. For my whole life, being a prince is enough. You don't need to understand, just listen to me. Before that, we have to fight to Kyoto."
The Grand Prince felt as if he was in a dream. It was so incredible that his father had been planning for nearly twenty years to rebel, and when it came time to actually rebel, he actually said that he was not interested in the throne.
The prince of the county said: "My son's qualifications are mediocre. He is not as stable as my second brother, nor as courageous as my third brother. I, I am afraid that I will live up to my father's expectations."
Prince An said: "You are the eldest son. It has been destined from birth that you deserve the best. You are not afraid of mediocre qualifications. You have to work hard to be your best. Do you understand?"
The prince felt that thousands of emotions were filling his chest. He didn't know what to say for a moment and nodded with tears in his eyes.
Prince An said: "Okay, you go back too. I have to have a good rest. I will meet your cousin tomorrow. You were young when you left the capital with me, so you probably don't remember him. I have to think about how to deal with him."
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The prince said: "Yes, father, my son is leaving first."
After the prince left, Prince An leaned back on the chair in the study and fell asleep.
He didn't know what he was dreaming about. He woke up with a startle and tears streaming down his face.
There was a lot of noise all night, and Prince An came to the dungeon the next morning.
Junze's arms were hung up by iron chains, his body was covered with wounds, the blood on his clothes had clotted, and his face was horribly haggard.
Prince An walked in, and an attendant brought him a stool to sit on.
Junze said weakly: "Uncle, my nephew came all the way to visit me, but why didn't he even have a sip of tea?"
He had not had a drop of water all day and night, and his voice was hoarse and rough when he spoke.
Prince An signaled the attendant to give him water, and the attendant poured a bowl of water for him. He was still not satisfied after drinking it, but Prince An had already waved the attendant to leave.
Prince An said: "I haven't even thanked my nephew for coming to visit me for the first time, but he gave me such a big gift."
Junze said: "Is that fire good-looking? I have prepared it carefully for a long time."
After guessing that the inner salt field was an iron mine, Junze asked Wuyan to find the place where Prince An hid his weapons.
Before he ventured into Jinyi Villa, he had made an agreement with Wuyan that he would set fire to Jinyi Villa at that time regardless of whether there was any movement or not.
It's just that he and Gu Yu still underestimated their enemy. Prince An had already laid a dragnet at Jinyi Villa, waiting for them to take the bait.
But what can we do even if we don’t underestimate the enemy?
You have to enter Jinyi Villa whether you want to or not.
My mother said that Prince An valued benevolence, righteousness, and blood ties. If she fell into his hands, she would suffer a little, but she would not be killed.
It's like he made Prince An suffer such a big loss and fell into his hands, but he would still give himself a sip of water.
Not necessarily Gu Yu.
So in that dangerous situation, he had to let Gu Yu go first.
I just don’t know how Gu Yu is doing now and whether he has escaped.
Prince An said: "It's good-looking. All my years of hard work have been wasted, how can it not be good-looking? My nephew is a capable person, and my uncle is very pleased."
Junze now takes a lot of effort to speak a word, and has no energy to be conciliatory with him, so he directly asks: "How is she?"
The taciturn man has strong martial arts skills and sensitive senses, so he has no worries.
He was worried about Gu Yu, who had been injured in Jinyi Villa and could not see clearly. He was not sure whether he could escape Prince An's pursuit.
Wuyankong has a lot of brute strength, but not enough brains.
If he wants to be rescued, he has to rely on Gu Yu.
Junze's heart beat a little faster when he thought of this. He had always enjoyed annoying Gu Yu, and Gu Yu usually gave him a cold look.
Now he is in the hands of Prince An. It has been all day and night. Why hasn't that heartless little fox come to save him?
I won't ignore him.
Probably not.
No way.
Prince An said: "Which one are you asking?"
Junze looked up at him and said, "The one who escaped from Jinyi Villa."
Prince An said: "He was hacked to death by my men in the alley last night."
Hearing what Prince An said, Junze smiled: "What my mother said is indeed true. Uncle, you have a gentle temper and are not born to lie."
Prince An also smiled, looked at him and said: "You are very similar to your mother. You look similar and have similar temperament. When I saw you today, I was still in a daze. Your mother was also overbearing, wanton and indulgent. She often
The palace is in turmoil, and so are you, making such a big fuss as soon as you arrive. How has she been doing these years?"
There was nostalgia in his eyes. Looking at Junze, it felt like he could go back to his youth, when his brothers and sisters were studying and having fun in the palace.
It's just that as we grow older, everyone is polished beyond recognition by power.
Junze said: "Okay, why not? The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom like brocade."
Prince An said: "But why do I feel that she is not living a good life? After your father Jun Jin died, there was no news about her that people talked about anymore."
Jun Ze said: "You are not a fish, you know how happy fish is."
Prince An said: "You are not me, and An knows that I don't know how happy a fish is. It's a pity that your mother is not here, otherwise I really want to ask her if she has ever regretted her choices after so many years."
This is a very dangerous thing to say.
During the fight for the right to inherit the throne, no one expected that the eldest princess would support the current emperor, who had the lowest status, to ascend to the throne.
He woke up from a serious injury, and when he heard the news, he felt that fate was playing tricks on him.
Junze said: "There is nothing to regret."
Prince An said: "Of course, it's hard to recover. It's useless even if she regrets it. Well, it's time to get down to business. You are my nephew. I can't kill you, but it won't work if I keep you, so I have to kill you."
The tendons of your hands and legs have broken your will, so you won't regret it because of this moment of weakness."
"Junze, don't blame uncle for being cruel."
Junze saw the knife in his hand shining coldly, and his heart sank.