In the mourning hall, all the ministers withdrew. Wang Xian also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhu Zhanji. "Marquis Le'an, please stay for a while."
Only then did Wang Xian stand still. After a while, only these two former friends were left in front of the emperor.
Zhu Zhanji finally couldn't help it and looked at Wang Xiandian angrily: "Are you satisfied now?"
"Your Highness, I have nothing to say." Wang Xian sighed.
"Have we reached the point where we have nothing to say?" Although he wanted to kill Wang Xian, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest.
"Whatever His Highness says is whatever it is." Wang Xian lowered his head, not wanting Zhu Zhanji to see his sadness.
"Let me ask you," Zhu Zhanji felt as if the anger in his chest was about to explode. He lowered his voice and asked, "Since you can save the orphan, why can't you save Emperor Daxing?"
"I cannot save myself. Even if I try my best, Emperor Daxing and His Highness can only save one. Which one does Your Highness want me to save?" Wang Xian lowered his head and said softly.
Zhu Zhanji was speechless for a moment, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't tell the truth!"
"Whatever His Highness says is what it is." Wang Xian still looked indifferent, which made Zhu Zhanji's teeth itch with hatred.
Seeing that Zhu Zhanji stopped talking, Wang Xian saluted and said: "Your Highness, I have nothing else to do. I have to take my leave."
"I can pretend that what happened before didn't happen," Zhu Zhanji said bitterly: "If I let Gu find out that it was you who killed Emperor Daxing, then just wait and see!"
Wang Xian nodded and slowly exited the mourning hall.
Zhu Zhanji kept watching Wang Xian's figure disappear from sight, and then he turned around, knelt in front of Zhu Deling, and suddenly burst into tears, his cries heartbreaking, and anyone could hear that he was full of endless tears.
Grief...
This made the young eunuchs in the mourning hall secretly admire that His Royal Highness was indeed the Emperor's most beloved grandson, and the relationship with the Emperor was deep!
Only Hu Hao, who appeared quietly, knew that Zhu Zhanji was not crying for Zhu Di, but for himself!
"Mr. Hu, I didn't take it out..." Zhu Zhanji seemed to know that Hu Hao was next to him, and said with a gloomy expression.
Hu Hao was the only foreign minister who knew that the emperor's imperial edict had been passed on to the grandson, and also knew its contents. Hearing this, he said softly: "It's really not the right time to take it out now."
"Then when is the right time?!" Zhu Zhanji turned his head angrily and glared at Hu Hao: "When my father ascends the throne, will the imperial edict be of any use?"
"How could it be useless?" Hu Hao said softly: "Whenever this decree comes, it is an ironclad proof that Emperor Daxing passed the throne to His Highness. His Highness the Crown Prince's throne was given up by His Highness Taisun. This is your greatest responsibility, Your Highness."
The morality." After a pause, Hu Hao said with misty eyes: "The reason why Your Highness can't take it out yet is because you are not strong enough. After all, you are the grandson, and there is a prince above you. Everyone only sees the prince now.
, I don’t have you as my great-grandson. But it won’t always be like this..."
"What do you mean by Mr. Hu?" Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment.
"As the saying goes, there is an emperor and ministers in one dynasty. Those who are successful will inevitably be disappointed. No emperor can satisfy everyone's demands." Hu Hao said lightly: "And from what I can see, the pair of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Marquis Le'an
I am afraid that the combination will not be followed by Cao Cao. His Highness just needs to wait patiently for the opportunity and try his best to improve his strength. There will definitely be a chance to reveal the imperial edict."
"Well..." Zhu Zhanji nodded, his expression finally calmed down...
Wang Xian walked to the gate of Xiyuan and saw Wu Wei standing by the carriage waiting.
"Sir." Wu Wei looked at Wang Xian and called softly.
Wang Xian also looked at Wu Wei, nodded after a while, and got on the carriage.
The carriage left Xiyuan and walked through the wide streets of the capital. Although the people on the streets were wearing sackcloth and mourning, martial law had finally ended, and the long-dormant Beijing city had regained a lot of vitality. Those who had been idle at home for a long time
Vendors have begun to set up stalls to sell goods impatiently, and ordinary people have also come out to purchase urgently needed supplies. The sounds of selling and bargaining in Beijing accent are endless...
But none of this aroused the slightest interest in Wang Xian. His figure was completely hidden in the car, looking at the roof of the car without saying a word.
Still Wu Wei couldn't help it and whispered: "Sir, will Mr. Yan's funeral be handled in Beijing or his hometown?"
Wang Xian was silent for a long time and answered the question inappropriately: "Don't go back yet, just look around."
Wu Wei nodded and ordered the Jin Yiwei who was driving the carriage to drive the carriage out of the bustling street and towards a quiet and uninhabited place.
Finally, the carriage stopped at a secluded shore next to Jishuitan. Wu Wei raised the curtain and asked Wang Xian to get off.
The road paved with bluestone was washed very clean by the heavy rain. The willow branches seemed to have grown wildly overnight, and each one was hanging down in the slightly yellow lake water. The cicadas on the willow tree screamed desperately, and Wang Xian's figure was seen under the shade.
Thin and lonely.
Wu Wei stood behind Wang Xian, half of his body was exposed to the harsh sunlight, but he remained motionless, quietly waiting for Wang Xian to speak.
Wang Xian looked at the lake, Yan Qing's appearance appeared in front of his eyes, and his last letter was heard in his ears.
"My lord, seeing the words is like meeting me. I write this book to say goodbye to my lord. When my lord reads this book, I have become a ghost in the underworld. My death is my original wish and has nothing to do with others. My lord is aware of it and should not ask about others."
'I am a cripple waiting to die, but I am not abandoned by your lord. Over the years, I have respected and loved you, respected my heart, and entrusted you with important responsibilities. I always remember your lord's kindness, reflect on myself day and night, and be sure to punish every penny spent, for fear that if military laws are not strict, I will betray your lord's trust.
.Some may think that my law enforcement is strict and the killings are too heavy, which will harm the lord's reputation for mercy. However, the lord lets it be, and he may not be able to bear it, but never interferes.'
'This incident could have been avoided, but I leaked the news to the King of Zhao, causing him to hastily raise his troops, catching the Emperor off guard, and leading to the bloodshed tonight. Thousands of people died, which is my first crime, and violating it in disguise is my second crime.
, I have committed three crimes by putting you in a great predicament. As a military judge, I am a strict disciplinarian, so I cannot be lenient in disciplining myself. I will be punished for the three crimes together, even if I die, there will be no pardon. This is one of the reasons why I will die.
'
"I should have killed myself in a deserted place so as not to contaminate your eyes and ears, but I had to die in front of you. I have deep concerns and cannot express my displeasure, so I can only remonstrate with death and ask you to listen to me."
'The lord first killed the emperor's grandson, then killed the prince, and then fought to the death with the emperor. The line between ministers has been cut off. No matter whether the successor is the prince or the grandson, the lord cannot be tolerated in heaven and earth. The prince's benevolence and righteousness may not bear to kill him immediately, but
It's just that there is no difference or difference between a quick death and a slow death. With my lord's wisdom, I must have understood this for a long time.'
'However, looking at the Lord's actions, there are still many hesitations. Although the relationship between ministers has been severed, the friendship still exists. It is difficult to do anything to the king of Han and his son, and to put it on the prince and his son. This is a big mistake! The Tian family is ruthless, they are just running dogs of the market.
, Looking at the history books, if the cunning rabbit dies, then the lackeys will cook it, is there any chance of escape? Moreover, the lord is a man-eating vicious dog, even if Yao and Shun are reincarnated, he will not be able to stay.'
'My lord may say, if you die, you will die, but I hope you will have no regrets. However, I look at the situation today. The entire line of King Yan is a tiger and a wolf, ranking in the ninth level. The world is suffering, the land is full of fishy clouds, and the country is in danger. Even if you don't love yourself,
You should also take the people of the world as your top priority. When the Tian family is fighting internally and taking the blame yourself, cut off the blood lineage of King Yan and support Jianwen to restore his throne. The people have suffered from King Yan for a long time. They will surely celebrate with their foreheads and hands, and the world will return to its heart. Then you can do it, Duke Zhou.
Things can also be done by Wei Wu. If we advance, we can create a peaceful and prosperous age. If we retreat, we can settle down our family and life. It will be a hundred times and a thousand times better than today's panic and embarrassment.'
‘I hope that my lord will understand my heart and touch it, and I will be able to rest my eyes under the nine springs. The sinner will pay homage strictly.’
Beside Jishui Pond, the sun has set in the west, and under the green willows, there are indifferent figures.
"Are you colluding?" Wang Xian sighed softly, looked at the golden lake, and finally asked.
"Yes." Wu Wei nodded and said: "Shandong has come to report that the prince has arrived in Jining and is in the army of Marquis Anyuan. And Marquis Anyuan has also agreed to act with us." After a pause, he lowered his voice and said: "I still want to contact you.
When I arrived at General Chang Sen, he told me that the one at Qingshou Temple was a fake, and that the real Emperor Jianwen was in North Korea now. As long as the final decision was made here, he would arrive in Beijing in more than ten days."
"Emperor Jianwen is really willing to come back and become Emperor Xian of Han?" Wang Xian asked.
"Maybe it's King Zhou Cheng." Wu Wei said softly: "Besides, it doesn't matter what Emperor Jianwen wants, the people around him don't care about so much anymore..." He sighed and said: "This is indeed the case.
Our only way out..."
"What's the use of talking about this now?" Wang Xian said lightly.
"It's still useful! Although the best opportunity has been lost," Wu Wei said in a deep voice, "But didn't your Excellency release King Zhao from the capital? We can still use him to mess up the situation. There is still the possibility of taking grain from the fire!"
"Have you not given up yet?!" Wang Xian suddenly turned back and glared angrily.
Wu Wei looked at Wang Xian without fear and said coldly: "Looking at today's situation, if it weren't for Mr. Yan's foresight, the grandson would have already ascended the throne! And his first decree must be to grant death to you!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Xian looked very ugly.
"Why else would Zhu Di want him to be the emperor?" Wu Wei asked expressionlessly.
"..." Wang Xian seemed to have been drained of all his strength. What kind of person he is. Things have developed to this point. How can we not see that Zhu Zhanji must have received the emperor's secret edict to pass the throne? The reason why he hesitated
Dare to show it to others, most likely because there are conditions that he cannot fulfill!
What conditions? Wang Xian knew very well that the only person who could make Taisun hesitate so much and make Zhu Di write it down in his will with hatred was himself...
That's why Wang Xiancai acquiesced to Yan Qing's behavior to avoid the worst case scenario. That's why Wang Xiancai ordered Jin Yiwei to control the palace confinement, creating tremendous pressure on Zhu Zhanji, forcing him not to act rashly...
But if he really wanted to go further as Yan Qing and Wu Wei said, he would not be able to go forward despite all the difficulties...
Reality and ideals are at odds with each other. Whether to succumb to reality or adhere to ideals has never been more difficult than this.
"Sir, I know that you have a deep friendship with the crown prince and grandson, but we have no choice but to do so!" Seeing the struggle on Wang Xian's face, Wu Wei hurriedly added: "It's okay to treat them and their descendants favorably in the future.
I deserve them."
"What a last resort!" Wang Xian sighed and said: "Zhu Di had no choice, the King of Han had no choice, the King of Zhao had no choice, and the great grandson also had no choice. Do I really want to be like them?"
As he spoke, Wang Xian looked at his blurry reflection in the water, shook his head firmly and said, "Then what's the difference between me and the person I hate the most?"
"Sir!" Seeing Wang Xian waver for a moment and then become firm again, Wu Wei said anxiously: "Now that the matter has come to this, is there any other way to go?! You just want to go to a dead end, but your parents and wife
What should you do? What should you do with the tens of thousands of people who follow you?! Even if your subordinates are willing to accompany you to death, would Marquis Anyuan and others be willing? Are Tang Sai'er and others willing?"
"..." Wang Xian was speechless. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Let me think about it again. There must be a way."
"Sir, you must hurry up. Time waits for no one. If you are one day late, your chances of success will be smaller." Wu Wei sighed inwardly, knowing that it would be useless to persuade him.
"I know." Wang Xian nodded, looked at the darkening night sky, and whispered: "Now the capital will hold a grand funeral for Mr. Yan, and then send him back to his hometown in Yunnan for a grand burial."
"Yes." Wu Wei nodded solemnly and responded in a deep voice.