After a few words of gossip, the maidservants and attendants were all dismissed, and only Zhao Jing's staff Wang and Fang Hanlin were left in the hall, and then Xia Qiu.
With no one else around, Zhao Jing just spoke directly.
"The news just came from the palace that the father suddenly fell down in the imperial garden and is now unconscious."
"The palace is now sealed off and no one is allowed to enter..."
His eyebrows were worried and anxious.
"Where's the chess piece in the palace earlier? Is there any news?" Xia Qiu looked at Zhao Jing and asked calmly.
Zhao Jing shook his head, and Wang's staff at the side naturally spoke up at this time.
"It happened so suddenly that no one could connect with the people in the palace. We only know that the gate of the palace was sealed by the Empress Dowager. What's going on inside... the situation can only be judged by us."
Speaking of this, Wang's staff put away their jokes and became serious in an instant.
Prince Duan, speaking of a prince, he is under one person and above tens of thousands of people, but in the end there is another one on top of his head, and prosperity and wealth are just a matter of a word from the person above his head.
But now, if the Holy Majesty really got to that point, then the seizure of the heir apparent would be on the surface in an instant. Duanwangfu didn't prepare anything for such a shattering situation, and if Yingwangfu made a move, their Duanwangfu would be in a disadvantageous situation in an instant.
"My lord, are you sure the news is true?" Xia Qiu frowned.
According to the plot, the current emperor should not die until the twelfth lunar month, and then in the twelfth lunar month of the second year, the new emperor ascended the throne for one year, the Northern Hu invaded, the Song Dynasty retreated steadily, and collapsed to the south of the Yangtze River.
Tightly pursing his lips, Zhao Jing's expression was also very serious.
"It was passed on to the king by the maids in the empress dowager's palace. It cannot be faked."
Zhao Jing also hoped that this news was false. The King of England had recently taken advantage of his unpreparedness to open up the relationship in the palace. Although he barely surpassed the King of England in the court and opposition, but with such a martial law in the palace, the King of England would naturally benefit more than him.
"Wait." Taking a deep breath, Xia Qiu pressed his forehead and said to Zhao Jing.
"Wait? There's no time to wait now. If the King of England really wants to take advantage of the opportunity to seek power, then we'll just sit and wait for death. Once he's settled down, he'll definitely turn around and deal with the prince first. At that time, we won't even have the right to compete!" The king's aide was the first to disapprove.
"I think Staff Xia is right. The situation is unclear now. If we move rashly, the King of England will not move, and we will be at a disadvantage." Fang Hanlin immediately refuted the staff of Wang.
This Fang Hanlin, speaking of it, is the one who won Xia Qiuli in the Autumn Competition. He became famous through the poem "Qiu Saiqu", and gradually became Zhao Jing's confidant, and he has a close relationship with Xia Qiu.
"Okay, I want to hear what Staff Xia thinks!" Zhao Jingshen frowned, and interrupted their dispute with one sentence.
After thinking for a while, Xia Qiu spoke quietly.
"Although the news of the prince came from the queen mother's palace, the majesty is just in a coma. The specific situation has not been known yet. If we act rashly, we are afraid that the king of England will stand still. It seems that we are impatient."
"The words of the king's aides are not unreasonable, but when it comes to the fact that the King of England inherits the throne, his name is not justified. He should not dare to take any action at this time, and even said... the King's Palace... now I wish we could do something, and let the people of the world take advantage of it, so that they have a better chance of winning."
Xia Qiu paused, and said again, "Actually, has your lord ever thought of another possibility..."