Xiao Huayong was indeed treated like a distinguished guest by Xiao Juesong, who provided him with good food and shelter. He was only a few years older than Emperor Youning, and as an emperor he was busier than him with his many affairs. However, Xiao Huayong had gray hair and looked emaciated, probably because he was seriously ill and would not live long.
If not for this, he would not have followed Xiao Huayong at this moment and become his knife to break the impasse for him.
Because he had no time left, this was the only chance he had before his death to give Emperor Youning trouble, and Xiao Huayong promised him that if he ascended the throne in the future, he would definitely let him enter the imperial mausoleum and enjoy the Xiao family's offerings.
Fallen leaves return to their roots, and there is no reason more exciting for him than this.
"Ka-ka-ka..." Xiao Juesong coughed violently, and as expected, blood came out of his handkerchief. He said in a low and weak voice, "Have you thought it through?"
"If I don't want to, can my uncle allow me to do so?" Xiao Huayong asked in a calm voice.
Xiao Juesong, who had been coughing for a while, laughed softly. His rough laughter was extremely creepy: "Of course... not allowed."
"In that case, I have no choice, right?" Xiao Huayong sneered.
"If you want... then naturally there is one." Xiao Juesong's cloudy eyes looked at Xiao Huayong with admiration.
Until now, his younger brother who sits on the throne is still under the control of this nephew. If he wants to break free, he will probably have no shortage of ways.
"Why bother?" Xiao Huayong said calmly, "Uncle and I will only join forces once in this life, why should we turn against each other in the end? Uncle, just follow your plan, and I will have my own way to protect myself."
"You look like your father." Xiao Juesong praised, thinking of his brother who was the same age as him.
When they were young in the palace, their father treated them very differently. He could humiliate and bully King Qian anytime and anywhere. King Qian was a wise man. He could always escape his harm and then take revenge by using anyone who could be used to his advantage.
Never afraid that he would become more aggressive, Prince Qian would not compromise, yield or bend. He was arrogant and confident. Xiao Juesong actually hated him very much. When he heard that he was demoted to the northwest, he was gloating.
But he was still young at that time. If he had grown up a few more years, he would never have allowed the three of them, mother and son, to hide in the northwest.
Xiao Huayong did not respond. He did not want to inquire about the father whom he had never had the chance to meet. He already had an idea of what his father was like in his mind and did not need to learn about him from other people.
Xiao Huayong did not ask any further questions, which also made Xiao Juesong look at him with respect. A king would never be easily aroused by others' desires or follow the thinking of others. The king is always the one in control.
It was rumored that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was abducted by Xiao Juesong's men. One day passed and some bad things happened. A lot of unharvested wheat from the nearby villagers was burned, making the people cry for their parents. This was their year's work and harvest. Without these things, all hope for the year was gone.
They reported the matter to the authorities in anger, but before the authorities arrived to deal with the matter, someone left a message saying that if they knew who had burned the wheat, they could go to Banhe tomorrow to find out.
At the same time, someone delivered an invitation to Xiao Changying in the palace. After reading it, Xiao Changying's face changed drastically and he immediately handed it to Emperor Youning. This was not someone else's handwriting, but Xiao Juesong's.
He asked Emperor Youning to gather half of the river, otherwise he would throw Xiao Huayong into the river.