Prince An didn't know how he got out of the palace, and the anger in his body almost burned him to death.
He mounted his horse tremblingly and stood at the palace gate, not knowing where to go.
Go back to the palace? Go to the Regent's Palace
For a moment, he wanted to kill the tyrant.
A tyrant. Yes, he is no longer a wise king, but a tyrant.
Eventually he decided to take over the palace.
Murong Jie seemed to know that he would come, so he sent Zi'an to rest first and waited for him in the pavilion in the yard.
When Ni Rong brought Prince An, he was already half drunk.
Prince An grabbed his wine pot with one hand and said, "It's already this hour, and you're still thinking about drinking."
Murong Jie glanced at him and said, "Whenever it's time to drink, you still have to drink."
He snatched it back and took another sip, "Tell me, our good brother, what did he say to you?"
"There are two options. Kill you, or kill Zi'an. You take the potion that will kill your child."
"What's behind this?" Murong Jie sneered, "Don't you know what's behind this, second brother?"
Prince An was silent for a moment, "I know, he wants to force you to rebel."
Murong Jie crushed the wine jug with one hand, his face suddenly covered with a layer of gloom, "That's right, he wants me to rebel!"
This is the opposite of the word, gritting teeth.
That's why he left the palace last night and drew a troop deployment diagram. He wanted to know how high his chances of winning were.
"So what are you going to do?" asked Prince An.
"He doesn't have much time. If I don't obey him, he will take action first. I will just wait for him to make a move. What will happen?" Murong Jie smiled sarcastically.
Now, what can he do? He is short of troops, the southern kingdom has not been well prepared, and Zi'an is pregnant. He can't move an inch.
"Once he takes action, you will have only one way to go, and that is death." Prince An's eyes were uncertain.
"If I die, he will die too." Murong Jie played with the fragments. The fragments were stained with bright red blood. He had injured his palm when he crushed the wine jug just now.
Prince An looked at him and asked, "Don't you plan to go and look for the old ancestor?"
Murong Jie smiled, "I have thought about it, and I have already sent someone to look for it last night. If we can't find it, or if the ancestor is unwilling to come back, I will only have one way to go."
He didn't want to look for his ancestor. As a descendant, he was already very unfilial for not being able to let her enjoy her old age. Now he had to ask her to come out and protect his family at her old age, which made him feel ashamed.
If he were alone, he would fight hard and would not ask the old ancestor to make her restless, but Zi'an was pregnant, and he was looking forward to seeing his child being born.
Prince An breathed a sigh of relief. If the ancestor could come back, there would at least be a glimmer of hope.
Our ancestors would never allow him to do this.
But, is the ancestor still in Hanshan? If not, who can find her
Xiwei Palace.
The emperor was half lying on the bed, having just taken the medicine. Eunuch Bao picked out a piece of candied fruit for him. He held it in his mouth and said weakly, "This medicine is becoming even less useful."
Bao Gonggong looked sad, "The emperor will be fine."
"There is only one person in the world who can save me." The emperor smiled bitterly, "But she won't save me. She once said that the emperor's fate is determined by heaven and she has no right to change it. How cruel! She would rather watch me die than lend a helping hand."
The emperor said sadly, "In fact, they all misunderstood me. I never thought of killing the seventh brother. He is indeed a big threat to me, but I will not kill him. Is the eighth brother not a threat to me? But I only put the eighth brother under house arrest and did not kill him. I would not kill my own brother. After all, they do not understand me. This time, if the ancestors lend a hand and save me, I will find another way to make the seventh brother leave the capital and not threaten the throne."
"As for Xia Zian, she is indeed a disaster. After the Seventh Prince married her, he changed completely. So, even if Xia Zian is not dead, I will not let her go easily. As for the Seventh Prince's child, she must not give birth to it..."
He was silent for a moment, then murmured, "But it would be best if the Seventh Brother could take the medicine to stop having children. Then, I won't have to worry anymore."
Eunuch Bao remained silent the whole time. He just said that he had been holding these words in his heart for a long time. Being an emperor was lonely and miserable. It was hard enough to have no one to talk to.
The emperor lowered his head and thought for a long time. When he looked up again, his eyes were a little confused. "Did I do something wrong? I am only thinking about the country of Great Zhou. The country cannot have civil war. I must suppress those who are capable of rebellion. It was the same with my aunt and Xiao Xiao. Don't I feel uncomfortable? Who can understand my painstaking efforts? My aunt still hates me to this day. I know it all. I feel guilty, but I have no choice. This is the country that our ancestors fought hard to win. It cannot be defeated in my hands. Old Seven, I can lift it up, and I am even willing to share the world with him, but that is because I know that as long as I am here, I can suppress him. If I die, he will have no children. After all, the one who inherits the throne will also be my son. In this way, I can finally put things right. But the Xiao family, the Xiao family is not like that."
His thoughts were in a mess, and at the end, he had many hallucinations before his eyes. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and cried out in a sad voice: "Seventh Brother, you don't understand me!"
"Your Majesty..." Eunuch Bao screamed, "Imperial Physician, Imperial Physician!"
The emperor's illness became more serious.
He vomited blood for two consecutive days. There were some worms that were almost invisible to the naked eye wriggling in the blood. However, there were a lot of them, so when the blood was vomited out and placed on the handkerchief, he could see the blood moving. This was a sign that the poison was backlashing.
As for Murong Jie, he had been waiting for no news from his ancestor.
He sought out the Night King and got his help.
King Ye issued an order overnight, allowing people from Xiehan Tower to enter the capital.
Zi'an was worried about Yuan Cuiyu and also about the seventh brother's entry into the palace that day. He knew that the emperor must have forced him into a corner and that was why he stopped her from entering the palace.
She wanted so badly to know what was going on.
Now, there are three people who know about this matter, one is the emperor, one is the seventh prince, and one is Prince An.
If Lao Qi didn’t tell her and she couldn’t go out, how could she know
In the past two days, she saw Ye Wang coming to see her frequently, and thought that Ye Wang might be an insider, so she used Lingli to find out the news.
Lingli went out for a while, and came back to say to Zian: "Master doesn't know what happened, but if Prince An knows, why don't I accompany you to Prince An's mansion tonight."
"But Lao Qi won't let me go out because there are people guarding outside." Zi'an said.
"Don't worry, I will make arrangements and keep it secret. The prince has made an appointment with the master tonight, and the master promised to delay the prince until midnight before letting him come back, so we just need to come back at midnight."
"The Night King agreed to help me sneak out?" Zi'an felt a little surprised.
"Yes, the master also wants to know what happened. The prince has been reluctant to tell the master. Isn't the master worried too?" Lingli said.
Although Zi'an felt that something was wrong, she really wanted to know the emperor's plan, so she agreed.
(End of this chapter)