The emperor looked at the bright scene outside through the window. Indeed, as he aged, his control over the court, his son, and the entire country had indeed declined.
"It's no wonder that people's hearts fluctuate after birth, aging, illness and death!"
No matter how loyal a person is, for themselves, for the sake of their descendants, and for the sake of their family, they will naturally turn to the new king.
But no matter how understanding he was, the emperor still felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, burning all his internal organs. He wanted to shout, but his reason told him that he must not do this, so the emperor endured the fire and tried his best to control his body.
The mind moves.
etc!
Suddenly, the emperor thought of the people who had left the capital, and his heart suddenly palpitated.
"How come these things are so coincidental?"
How could the informant of the Imperial City Department discover the affairs of Prince Qi's Mansion and hear the name Huo Lianqi?
How did you find Huo Lianqi's file?
Are these a bit of a coincidence?
Are these coincidences really a warning from God, rather than caused by man?
For a moment, the emperor couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
"Your Majesty, if you get up early, it's better to have some breakfast!" Zhao Bingzhong bowed and reminded.
"Well, let's have something lighter!" With this sentence, the emperor was awakened, and his head, which was already swollen with heat, seemed to cool down and he sobered up a little.
The grandson has already left Beijing.
Moreover, the grandson was still under supervision and was about to fall into a trap. He could not protect himself. How could he trap the King of Qi at this time?
Not to mention whether he could have the spare power to trap the King of Qi, even if he did have the spare power, Taisun would not be able to successfully trap him.
After all, privately accumulating armored soldiers is not something that can be decided casually. It must have been planned for a period of time by his son, and it was a major undertaking done together with his close confidants.
No one can force the King of Qi to accumulate armor privately, especially the Shence Army. Can this be successfully planned by Taisun?
Impossible. Before today, he didn't know that there were still remnants of the Shence Army. How did Taisun know?
Even if Taisun knew about it, he would not be able to force King Qi to collude with the Shence Army, who did not want to do this.
Since the King of Qi colluded with the Shence Army, it can only mean that the King of Qi himself wanted to do this.
The origin of the Shence Army is unknown to outsiders because the records have been sealed. However, the special princes of the clan still know a little bit about it. Doesn’t that scoundrel really know the consequences of rebuilding the Shence Army?
No, the King of Qi knew the origin of the Shence Army, and the King of Qi also knew the consequences of colluding with the Shence Army to rebuild.
But this scoundrel did it anyway!
Thinking of this, the emperor felt frustrated and couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that even though I am the Son of Heaven, God has never treated me favorably! As wise as Taizu is, I am not bad either. How come I gave birth to such an evil son? I only care about the immediate interests!"
"If you really have the courage and ability to eliminate it, it would be great, but you don't have this ability. This is stupid. It's too stupid!"
"Such a stupid person is actually my son!"
"Taizu and I have sacrificed so much, but in the end, we might have to watch the Shence Army resurgence?"
"Then what's the point of us paying so much?"
For a moment, it seemed that even life had no meaning.
I have put in so much effort in the past, but wouldn’t it be discouraging to have a stupid son make my efforts go to waste?
"That's all, you can't expect anything from others!"
The emperor is still the emperor, but he was depressed for a while, but still controlled his emotions.
"If it doesn't work, then it won't work! As long as I have another thirty years, no, twenty years, I can always regenerate and train again! Even if all my sons are useless, it doesn't matter!"
Thinking of this, he looked at Hu Huaian, who was standing a little further away, and asked in a deep voice: "How is your grandson?"
"Your Majesty, Imperial City Department, all the records of the guards are here!" Hu Huaian hurriedly took out a roll of paper from his sleeve pocket, stepped forward, and handed it over with both hands.
He handed it over without needing Zhao Bingzhong to hand it over.
Zhao Bingzhong did not move. Instead, he took two steps back and stood with his hands down, waiting for the emperor's instructions.
The emperor took it, cheered up, and read the contents carefully. He was slightly startled, as if he didn't believe it, and read it again.
For a moment, the palace fell into silence. After a long time, the emperor sighed: "What a great grandson!"
This compliment made Hu Huaian, who was closest at the moment, shiver subconsciously.
There was something hidden in the compliment that made him sweat a little bit on his forehead.
The emperor did not raise his head, nor did he care whether his true attitude was seen by the slaves in the palace.
They were all slaves he could kill at will. Unlike ministers, the emperor naturally didn't care.
"This grandson of the emperor is really outstanding!"
"Taizu once said that there was little hope in the beginning, so the heirs were too many to be useful. At most, they were just princes. Even I am just a transitional person. Only the third generation can be considered a true heavenly family."
"Could it be that Fu'er is really the destined person?"
"Is this grandson also extraordinary?"
As an emperor, he knew very well that controlling and running the yamen was the king's first priority.
If you can do this and have this ability, no matter what happens, it will be difficult to get worse.
As long as you have such ability, you can already be an emperor.
The level of ability determines how far the emperor can be.
If he were just an ordinary emperor, at his current age, I would probably be relieved to have such an outstanding grandson.
"It's a pity that I can still live for thirty years, or even three hundred years!" Thinking of this, the smile on the emperor's face suddenly disappeared.
Whether it is destiny or human conspiracy, the occurrence of something like King Qi shows that the general trend has changed.
Not to mention, how could the emperor not feel what King Qi of Shu could feel?
With the emperor's heart in mind, even if this grandson comes back, he will only be a prince. To be able to become the Duke of the country is because this person has everything going well.
Even if he wants to succeed the dragon with the dragon, he can be a prince, a duke, a king, and a grandson all the way. The coincidences are so frequent that even he is dazzled.
"It's so terrible, how can I tolerate it?"
"I am the emperor!"
Only fools add fuel to the fire, while a hero's true nature is to beat him to death with a stick.
The emperor suddenly straightened up and ordered coldly: "There is no need to test, just follow plan C."
Naturally, Zhao Bingzhong was not in charge of Plan C, but Hu Huaian.
When Hu Huaian heard this, he was first surprised, then happy.
Naturally, I was shocked that the emperor was still so cruel even to his grandson. I was happy that if he could preside over this plan, his contribution would be greater and his status would be more stable!
Naturally, you can’t ask for it!
"Yes! I will take care of it now!" Hu Huaian responded and was about to retreat.
After he stepped back, the emperor sat there and suddenly hesitated again.
For some reason, the emperor felt a little uneasy when he saw that Hu Huaian was about to withdraw and implement the plan.
But this trace of hesitation only lasted for a moment, and was suppressed by him.
The emperor did not change his mind after all, and continued: "This matter is important, you should rush to preside over it in person!"
This is not just directing behind the scenes, but giving full power to Hu Huaian and letting Hu Huaian handle the matter personally.
"Yes!" Hu Huaian responded.
"Idiot!" Zhao Bingzhong lowered his head. When Hu Huaian exited, the emperor looked at Zhao Bingzhong standing on one side again.
Seeing Zhao Bingzhong standing there with his hands down, still motionless.
The emperor was quite satisfied with his gesture and said: "Zhao Bingzhong."
"My slave is here."
"Please take care of me around me."
"This is... the duty of a slave." Zhao Bingzhong's eyes turned red and he burst into tears. He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Your Majesty... How dare you be a slave... Thank you... Your Majesty, thank you for your great kindness!"
Zhao Bingzhong burst into tears and fell to the ground, choked with sobs. This seemed a bit out of character in front of the emperor, but it made the emperor even more satisfied. He showed a smile that looked a bit ghostly under the candlelight.
He said in a gentle tone: "You are my old slave now. If I don't believe you, who can I believe? Get up."
The uneasiness that originally arose in my heart seemed to have subsided.
Zhao Bingzhong did not get up immediately, but knocked hard three times before getting up.
"Let me rest in peace again!" After the emperor said these things, fatigue hit him again, and this time, he fell asleep quickly again.
Only then did Zhao Bingzhong raise his head, with a dazed look on his face, and glanced around. Suddenly, he felt great awe in his heart, and secretly sighed: "Is the result God's will?"