"Why do you do this?!"

In the dim room, a figure in white covered the light from the window.

The sunlight projected from outside the window stretched this clear and soft outline figure very long, cold, beautiful and breathtaking.

At this moment, her clear and questioning eyes quietly fell on the middle-aged man in the room.

Behind the table, Su Jianan slowly put down the memorial in his hand, looked up, and his eyes fell on her face.

The deep eyes were not moved at all, and the dark face was full of wrinkles, and there was a hint of fatigue that was beyond words.

Soon, Su Jianan lowered his head and turned his gaze back to the memorial in his hand.

"Why did the eldest princess say this!"

He spoke lightly.

"He murdered his father!"

Zhao Ying's voice was slightly cold: "Isn't Su Xiang clear?"

Su Jianan was not moved: "So what if you know, so what if you don't know?"

"It is impossible to achieve anything with him alone!"

Zhao Ying stared at Su Jianan in front of him: "What role did Su Xiang play in it?"

Su Jianan, who had originally lowered his eyes, suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhao Ying when he heard Zhao Ying's cold questioning.

"The old minister has been doing things for decades, and he has worked hard for the sake of Dazhao. The old minister is loyal... Could it be that the princess is suspicious that the old minister and His Highness conspired to murder His Majesty?"

"I naturally don't doubt Su Xiang's loyalty!"

Zhao Ying said calmly: "I just want to know if Zhao Jing's rebellion is caused by Su Xiang's help?"

Su Jianan sighed, stared at Zhao Ying for a moment, and shook his head: "You and I have been deceived by him!"

"He used you, me, and even his Majesty's trust... The old minister didn't expect that he would do such a shameless thing!"

Su Jianan's heavy tone was filled with regret.

He did not expect that, perhaps no one in the world would have expected that Zhao Jing would raise his butcher knife and point it at his father.

"Since that's the case, why did Su Xiang support him? He is surrounded by him as the emperor?"

Zhao Ying spoke coldly.

She knew very well that Su Xiang in front of her was highly respected and had a very high status in the court.

If he insisted on opposing it, Zhao Jing would definitely not be able to clear the obstacles between the court and the Central Government so easily. Among them, Su Xiang's help is inevitable.

"What is the difference between His Highness's choice and the old minister?"

Su Jianan spoke lightly.

Zhao Ying's eyes froze and she fell silent.

Su Jianan sighed and shook his head again: "Since ancient times, dynasties have changed, and the handover of the throne will definitely cause a drizzle. This is an eternal truth and a crisis that the Great Jokhang Dynasty must face!"

His eyes fell on Zhao Ying and said lightly: "But no matter how fierce the changes are, this is the princess's family affairs, and the old minister doesn't care. Zhao Jing's murder of Your Majesty is indeed a crime. But he is still His Highness the Crown Prince after all. As a minister, what qualifications does the old minister have to stop him?"

"For His Highness, this is the princess's own family matter. For Old Minister, Old Minister only cares about the country of Dazhao!"

Su Jianan's eyes were very calm, and he said in a deep voice: "The old minister assisted the two late emperors and jointly created the current prosperous situation of my Dazhao. No matter what happens, the Dazhao country cannot be chaotic..."

He didn't care about the struggle of the Dazhao royal family, nor did he care about who the Dazhao emperor was.

For Su Jianan, he would never allow the Dazhao River, which he managed, to be destroyed by the imperial civil unrest.

Therefore, he had no choice.

Even if the laws of nature are difficult to tolerate, Zhao Jing must become the emperor of Dazhao. His existence is the best candidate to stabilize the country of Dazhao.

"I don't understand!"

Zhao Ying's voice was cold.

"Isn't the princess here to find me today? Isn't it because she has an answer in her heart?"

Su Jianan looked at her calmly and slowly raised someone.

"Prince Zhaonan."

When Zhao Ying heard this name, he suddenly raised his head.

Prince Zhaonan!

It is her uncle!

In Zhao Ying's impression, a kind and gentle face appeared.

"After the Northern Qi Dynasty destroyed the country, Prince Zhaonan was powerful and controlled 100,000 Iron Cavalry of the Great Zhao Dynasty. His aura was like a rainbow, and his prestige even surpassed His Majesty."

"How many people predicted that Prince Zhaonan would become the king at that time? It was even rumored that the Zhao Dynasty would change its ownership. But the final result..."

Su Jianan narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "The final result is that Prince Zhaonan resigned from all positions, delegated power to the Great Champions, left Beijing to travel around the mountains and rivers, and disappeared..."

When she said this, Su Jianan suddenly changed his tone: "Princess thinks, Prince Zhaonan is willing?"

Zhao Ying was silent.

Are you willing?

Who knows?

With great power, great achievements, a broad road of prosperity, and only one step away from the supreme position, but he gave up all his power overnight...

What happened is unknown.

But who will be willing?

"Although Prince Zhaonan has disappeared from the public's sight over the years, he has never given up. Over the years, he has attracted countless talents behind his back and cultivated his own forces among the people..."

"I am afraid that the gentry in the southern part of Dazhao Jiangnan area also has great connections with him. After so many years, he still covets the throne..."

Su Jian's tone was very calm: "If my Zhao lost the emperor, if His Royal Highness could not ascend the throne as emperor, calm the people's hearts... What would the princess think I, Da Zhao?"

Zhao Ying never spoke, but his cold and sharp eyes had already shown everything.

It will be messy!

If Zhao Jing dies, then the royal bloodline of her family will be broken.

At that time, how could her uncle, who had been lurking for many years, give up this great opportunity?

The answer is self-evident.

She knew this very well.

The original purpose of the founding of the Imperial Heavenly Department was to monitor her uncle and the sphere of influence that the imperial capital could not control.

Her uncle kept making small moves behind his back over the years, but it was not bad at all.

With the surveillance of the Qintiansi and the father and her position, he could not cause any storm.

But the plan will never keep up with the change. The father was suddenly killed and the court fell into chaos. If Zhao Jing died, the royal family would be cut off.

The throne of the Great Chapel would naturally fall into the hands of her uncle.

Perhaps, it was precisely this reason that she, who had previously thought of killing, finally stopped again.

"He won't be willing!"

Su Jianan's solemn tone came to his ears.

"Your Majesty has passed away, and Your Highness has not yet settled down. If nothing unexpected happens, Prince Zhaonan will definitely attack you!"

"The crisis of my Dazhaojiangshan is coming!"

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"Why do you do this?!"

In the dim room, a figure in white covered the light from the window.

The sunlight projected from outside the window stretched this clear and soft outline figure very long, cold, beautiful and breathtaking.

At this moment, her clear and questioning eyes quietly fell on the middle-aged man in the room.

Behind the table, Su Jianan slowly put down the memorial in his hand, looked up, and his eyes fell on her face.

The deep eyes were not moved at all, and the dark face was full of wrinkles, and there was a hint of fatigue that was beyond words.

Soon, Su Jianan lowered his head and turned his gaze back to the memorial in his hand.

"Why did the eldest princess say this!"

He spoke lightly.

"He murdered his father!"

Zhao Ying's voice was slightly cold: "Isn't Su Xiang clear?"
To be continued...