After King Zhao made such a fuss, almost everyone was confused during the memorial ceremony.
The Qing'an Emperor's palace was extremely deep, and he did not show any displeasure in public. Until the memorial ceremony was over and he returned to the palace to rest for a while, the Qing'an Emperor's face suddenly became gloomy.
Prince Zhu Yun felt sulky and resentful: "King Zhao specially chose today to have the attack, which shows that he has deliberate intentions."
Emperor Qing'an snorted coldly: "This move is indeed powerful. Cry in front of your imperial grandfather's mausoleum. If I don't respond anymore, I will become a mean person. Forget it, if he wants to leave, let him go!"
In the past few years, he has cut off King Zhao's wings bit by bit and removed King Zhao's muscles and bones. Even if he went to the feudal land, it would be difficult to "do anything".
Furthermore, he has already sat firmly on the throne and controls the world. He is not afraid of anyone making trouble.
Zhu Yun still held his breath: "It's really depressing to let him go so easily."
Emperor Qing'an glanced at Zhu Yun: "He is your third uncle after all. As long as he keeps to himself, that's all."
Emperor Qing'an had something deeper to say, and Zhu Yun naturally understood it.
The kings of Qin and Han were all dead, and Emperor Qing'an only had one brother left, King Zhao. He had to keep him for show! Otherwise, if King Zhao was removed again, Emperor Qing'an would never be able to escape the reputation of being a murderer.
Zhu Yun took a long breath, nodded and said: "Father, what you said makes sense, and I have learned from it."
Emperor Qing'an looked at his beloved grandson: "Dong'er, do you understand what happened today?"
Grand grandson Zhu Dong nodded, his voice full of the unique vitality of a young boy: "My grandson understands. Uncle Zhao is the brother of the imperial grandfather. Even if he does something wrong, he must be spared."
Although this statement is simple and straightforward, the truth is correct.
Emperor Qing'an nodded approvingly: "Dong'er is indeed smart."
Zhu Dong blinked and said: "My second brother and I have the best relationship. When we grow up, no matter what mistakes the second brother makes, I, as the elder brother, will have to protect him."
Zhu Yun glared at his son.
That’s all I say on weekdays. Saying this at this moment, isn’t it just poking the emperor’s grandfather’s heart?
Emperor Qing'an didn't mind at all and said with a smile: "Dong'er is right to think so."
Back then, Emperor Long'an delayed in establishing a heir apparent, and the four brothers fought openly and secretly, fighting to the death for the throne.
There was a lesson learned from the past, so Emperor Qing'an established a prince and a grandson early. The successor to the throne was determined early, which also avoided future disputes.
…
On this side, Prince Zhao and his son were also whispering.
"Father, why did you suddenly use this move?" Prince Zhao looked a bit disgusted and dissatisfied: "You were crying and making trouble in public."
How are they any different from those ignorant women and children?
The fat on King Zhao's face trembled, and he glared at Prince Zhao fiercely: "As long as the method works, you don't have to worry about what is decent or not."
The prince of Zhao was as afraid of his father as a tiger. After being stared at, he shrank his head and did not dare to say a word. But he was secretly cruel in his heart.
His father always looked down upon him.
Huh! He must do something earth-shattering to show his father and everyone else what he can do.
Prince Zhao secretly gritted his teeth.
King Zhao didn't know what his son was planning, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have kicked Prince Zhao away.
He was shameless, resorted to crying and making trouble, and finally got Emperor Qing'an's nod, and finally agreed that the father and son would leave the capital and become a feudal vassal. From then on, they just stayed in the corner and lived a wealthy life with peace of mind.
However, Prince Zhao insisted on seeking death.
Of course, Prince Zhao also made careful planning and preparation before making the assassination plan.
Looking back in hindsight, Prince Zhao was only a little bit short of success.
...I am the dividing line between assassinations that almost succeeded...
Emperor Qing'an's ancestors and grandson were resting in the palace, and Eunuch Shao was ordered to deliver lunch.
Guards have been stationed in the imperial mausoleum for a long time. These soldiers and the royal guards in the palace belong to different camps, and they are almost strangers to each other.
As soon as Eunuch Shao entered the dining room, a waiter in his forties came over and called out Eunuch Shao's name: "Shao Chun, do you still remember who our family is?"
Eunuch Shao was stunned and looked at the other person: "You are..."
The plump-faced chamberlain smiled and said: "The two of us purified ourselves and entered the palace together. Later, our family was sent to work in the imperial mausoleum. We haven't seen each other for almost ten years. No wonder you can't remember our family.
"
Every year, dozens or hundreds of chamberlains come into the palace, and it’s been more than ten years since they’ve seen each other, so it’s common to lose track of them. The face in front of me looks familiar, but I can’t remember their names.
Eunuch Shao was a tactful person and made a few perfunctory remarks casually. The servant whispered: "Our family has an extremely important matter. Please give me Eunuch Shao a chance to speak."
Eunuch Shao couldn't help but nodded, and followed the servant into an empty room behind the dining room.
"What's up……"
Before he could finish speaking, Eunuch Shao received a heavy blow on the back of his head and he fainted immediately.
Half an hour later, "Eunuch Shao" came out of the house.
This "Eunuch Shao" first went to the dining room to order the preparation of the royal meal, and then returned to the palace to resume his duties.
"Why have you been gone for so long?" The prince who was guarding the door frowned and complained: "The emperor and the prince and grandson have been waiting inside."
"Eunuch Shao" lowered his head and replied vaguely: "There was something wrong in the dining room, so the movement was a little slow. Our family went in first."
The sound is slightly different from usual.
The prince didn't think much and nodded casually.
"Eunuch Shao" stepped into the palace.
Emperor Qing'an sat at the top, and the prince and grandson sat on both sides. Dong Tongling, the commander of the emperor's bodyguard, and more than a dozen of the emperor's bodyguards lined up on both sides.
"Eunuch Shao" bowed his head and came in, no one noticed.
After Eunuch Yang became seriously ill, Eunuch Wang and Eunuch Shao took over Eunuch Yang's errands together. Eunuch Wang was responsible for foreign affairs, and Eunuch Shao was responsible for food, clothing, daily life, and accompanying the emperor. He walked around the emperor every day.
"Eunuch Shao" walked to Emperor Qing'an: "Your Majesty, I have passed on the royal meal..."
When the voice reached his ears, Emperor Qing'an's brows suddenly moved, his eyes flickered, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Who are you?"
The prince and grandson were shocked.
"Eunuch Shao" suddenly raised his head, his body was like lightning, he flipped his wrist, and a dagger with a faint cold light pierced Emperor Qing'an's chest.
This sharp blade is poisonous and can seal your throat when it sees blood. It doesn't have to hit the vital part. If it stabs anywhere, it will result in death from the poison.
The incident occurred suddenly. Commander Dong reacted quickly and pulled out the long knife from his waist with a clang. "Eunuch Shao" did not dodge, making it clear that he would trade his life for his life.
Zhu Yun rushed over, but it was too late.
In the extreme emergency, Emperor Qing'an suddenly twisted his waist to dodge, narrowly avoiding the dagger that came towards his chest.
The dagger pierced Emperor Qing'an's clothes, almost touching his skin, bringing a chilling chill.
