A martial arts conference to be held near the capital will undoubtedly be a grand event that shocks the world.
The courtiers were talking a lot, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Ximen Jinglie sat lazily on the dragon chair, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he didn't care at all about what the ministers said, and seemed to stop listening to everything they said.
"Your Majesty, we should use our political power to prevent them from holding a martial arts conference in the capital, especially on the same day as the Emperor's throne." Someone finally spoke to Ximen Jinglie on behalf of the ministers.
This time the ministers' opinions were rarely unified.
"You need to ask the prince for his opinion on this." Ximen Jinglie opened his eyes and glanced at Ximen Che.
Because Ximen Che was determined to succeed to the throne, he was not involved in court affairs.
"My son..." Ximen Che looked at Ximen Jingxuan as soon as he opened his mouth.
When he got back together with Prince Xuan, he became the prince who had no independent opinions before. However, he had never had any independent opinions. When he and Ximen Jingxuan "broke up", he was influenced by Lin Xiner.
In fact, until now, Ximen Che seemed to have had a dream. Somehow, he had a disagreement with Prince Xuan, and somehow he reconciled with him. Somehow, his father was about to abdicate, and he was about to become the emperor.
Being the emperor was originally his lifelong dream, but when he knew that he was really about to ascend to that position, he became more and more panicked. He always felt that something was missing, instead of being as excited about gaining the world as he thought before.
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Ximen Jingxuan seemed not to see Ximen Che's gaze, and kept standing upright in the court with his eyes lowered. He did not express any opinions on the discussions of the ministers behind him, and turned a deaf ear to Ximen Jinglie's questions.
Because he understands everything clearly, there is no need to discuss it anymore.
"My son thinks this is most likely Shuiyue Palace's trouble. It's not easy to stop it..." Ximen Che didn't get Ximen Jingxuan's signal, so he had no choice but to continue speaking.
"Huh?" Ximen Jinglie looked at Ximen Che and his eyes flashed secretly.
I can't help but say that Ximenche's words attracted the attention of all the ministers.
Everyone thought that something had happened to Shuiyue Palace and it was suddenly in decline. The Northern Xinjiang vassal country's desperate capture of Shuiyue Palace's disciples was a very strong force of suppression. And because Shuiyue Palace showed clues in the capital of the Qingyuan Dynasty, it was naturally also a member of the imperial court.
A thorn in the side, although everyone didn't know what happened in Shuiyue Palace, they relied on their keen sense of smell to believe that Shuiyue Palace was not as beautiful as before.
But Ximenche said that Shuiyue Palace was behind the martial arts conference.
In fact, what Ximenche said was just taking advantage of his rebellious psychology and using a different view from everyone else to demonstrate his existence as a prince.
How much can he really know about the affairs in the world, and how much can he guess?
Ximenche swallowed dryly and continued to talk nonsense.
Yes, it can only be described as nonsense, because he said this without any thought, just to be new and different in front of the ministers.
He knew that no matter what he said, the final decision would be made by his father and Prince Xuan, and they would always make the most favorable decision.
Suddenly, Ximenche thought of a terrible thing. Although this thing had existed for a long time, he had never taken it seriously, and now it suddenly magnified in his mind.
That is, Prince Xuan is the same age as him. If Prince Xuan has always been Prince Xuan, and he becomes the emperor, he will always have to listen to Prince Xuan. Although he is the emperor, he is just a skinny bag occupying that position.
However, if he didn't listen to Prince Xuan, he really didn't have much of his own opinion, and he couldn't even answer well when his father asked him.
This was the first time that my father explicitly told the ministers to ask for his opinion.
Ximen Che couldn't help but sweat all over his body. The temperature in the Showa Palace was only warm, far from breaking out in a sweat. However, Ximen Che's forehead was indeed covered with sweat stains, and it was quite dripping.
Is it really interesting to do this for an emperor who is unable to play any role at all? For the first time, Ximenche wavered in his dream.
But he was still shaken. Under the gaze of Ximen Jinglie's bright eyes, Ximen Che had to bite the bullet and continue speaking.
He doesn't want to do anything embarrassing.
Ximenche wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My son thinks that this martial arts competition is closely related to Shuiyue Palace, so he must have deliberately chosen Sunset Ridge. In this case, if we deliberately stop it, I'm afraid it will stir up chaos in the world.
The Chinese martial arts people were dissatisfied with the imperial coercion.
Man, this is most likely a trap set by Shuiyue Palace to incite martial arts people to fight against the court. Erchen believes that we might as well focus on prevention, pay attention to the actions of the martial arts conference, and not participate in the affairs of the world on the surface, but in fact remain vigilant and do a good job
Prepare for the unexpected.”
"The prince's intention is based on the premise that the martial arts conference is secretly operated by people from Shuiyue Palace. If this is not the case, haven't we made a wrong judgment and missed a major event?"
As soon as Ximenche finished speaking, someone objected.
After all, the sudden influx of a large number of martial arts masters into the capital is really dangerous.
"Why did His Highness the Crown Prince speculate that this matter is related to Shuiyue Palace?" Although someone's tone was not as tough as the previous one, the question he asked was still very pointed.
Unless Simoncher can give a satisfactory argument, his words will not convince the ministers.
However, Ximenche couldn't explain it at all.
"I agree with the prince's opinion."
Just when Ximen Che was forced to say nothing, Ximen Jingxuan, who had remained silent, spoke up.
"What do you think, Your Majesty?"
The ministers thought that King Xuan was protecting the prince.
"My subordinates have been tracking Shuiyue Palace and have obtained a lot of evidence of Shuiyue Palace's decline and strength. What the Crown Prince said is true. The martial arts conference is indeed related to Shuiyue Palace. All your lords, please be prepared." Ximen
Jingxuan said.
Ximen Che looked at Ximen Jingxuan blankly, and he was not sure whether Prince Xuan's words were true or false.
"I believe in Prince Xuan." Ximen Jinglie also expressed his position.
He knew that no matter what Ximen Jingxuan's plan was, it would not be wrong to protect the Qingyuan Dynasty first, because if the Qingyuan Dynasty failed, his life as Prince Xuan would not be much better.
"If it is really the Shuiyue Palace's deliberate arrangement, then their target must not be just the leader of the martial arts alliance." Someone followed Ximen Jingxuan's words and began to worry.
"If Mr. Gu were here, he might even give you some advice." Someone whispered.
However, as soon as Ximen Jinglie returned to the Zhaohe Hall, Gu Qingcheng began to take care of his illness and recuperate. The young junior had an unknown illness and was physically weaker than these old ministers.
"Wei Chen doesn't have any high opinions. Prince Xuan knows more about Shuiyue Palace than anyone else."
As soon as Gu Qingcheng was mentioned, Gu Qingcheng walked into the Zhaohe Hall. After the sound fell, she knelt down in the middle and paid homage to Jinglie at the west gate.