Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 369

"Do you know why the central palace has no heirs? In fact, Empress Du Zijun of North Li once carried a child—a fully ford male fetus.

Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage when she was eight months pregnant. The child was lost, and her body was so damaged that she could never bear another child."

"Was the miscarriage her own fault, or was she hard by soone?"

"Back then, North Ji used avenging the empress as an excuse to punish the favored concubine, Concubine Li, who was also the empress’s cousin.

In ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‍truth, that naive and sweet-natured Concubine Li was deceived by the emperor. The real mastermind behind the empress’s miscarriage was North Ji himself."

"Are you saying North Ji personally killed his own son? Was it because he had so many sons that one more or less didn’t matter?

Or was it because the empress’s family was too powerful, and he feared the Du clan might pull a 'remove the father, keep the son'?"

Yue Fuguang, having co to this world, truly understood the imnse power of great noble families. For soone like Emperor Mingxi, eradicating the scourge of such families required even placing himself on the chopping block.

"The child in the empress’s womb was North Ji’s second son. So although North Yue was the third prince, he only had one elder brother—the eldest prince, North Feng.

Even though that son died in the womb, the emperor and empress still assigned him a place in the birth order."

"So, because the Du family was too powerful, it aroused North Ji’s wariness."

"North Ji’s smooth succession to the throne relied heavily on the empress’s maternal family. He couldn’t openly move against the overbearing Du clan.

He could only personally sever the extension of their influence—his own son."

Emperor Mingxi nodded. The power of the Du family was sothing even he, as the emperor of Da Yan, understood clearly. If he were North Ji, for his own safety, he would have made the sa choice.

As long as he lived, he could have more sons, but he only had one life.

Emperor Mingxi glanced at Yue Fuguang, who was sipping tea and enjoying the gossip below. Fortunately, for Da Yan, with this ancestor around, his life was no longer limited to just one.

"Does the empress know it was the emperor who did it?"

Yue Fuguang’s eyes sparkled. The Du family being powerful was a good thing—strength would allow them to clash with the emperor, creating internal strife.

Breaching the fortress from within was the most convenient approach!

Emperor Mingxi clearly had the sa thought. Using the cover of drinking tea, he shot a glance at Shen Kang, who stood on guard behind him.

Shen Kang silently cupped his hands and quickly left to find Zheng Zicheng, the deputy director of the Secret Intelligence Bureau, who was on periter duty.

"Of course she doesn’t know. If the empress found out, both the court and the harem in Da Yan would be thrown into chaos. That Empress Du is nothing like our Empress Xu.

She’s a formidable woman who holds real power.

To avenge her child, back then, even though Concubine Li was her cousin, she showed no rcy to her or her family.

Even now, without a son of her own, relying on her maternal family’s influence, she has completely controlled North Li’s harem. There are also officials in the court who are her people.

Even when North Li’s Dowager Empress was alive, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were evenly matched in their struggles.

So, North Li has yet to appoint a crown prince—not only because there’s no legitimate son from the empress, but also because the emperor and empress disagree on the successor."

"What does this have to do with North Yue committing patricide?"

"Because North Ji initially hinted that he wanted to make North Yue the crown prince. The empress and those behind North Feng strongly opposed it, so the emperor gave up the idea."

"So, North Yue harbored resentnt because the emperor’s stance wasn’t firm?"

Anyone with half a brain would find it absolutely impossible. A living emperor versus a dead forr emperor—who would be more advantageous to Northern Yue? He wouldn’t be unaware of that.

[Master, because Northern Yue gradually discovered that the emperor not only wasn’t genuinely intent on making him crown prince, but was deliberately propping him up as a target.

Though Northern Yue’s mother’s family wasn’t as powerful as the Du clan, they held military power and could still contend with the Du family, who controlled the civil official faction.]

“So the emperor has a preferred candidate, pushing Northern Yue forward to draw fire for his favored son? That son must either lack personal ability or have weak backing!” He can’t defeat the Du family, nor can he outfight the other sons.

Yue Fuguang clicked her tongue. Truly, an emperor who could personally orchestrate the death of his own crown prince—all his sons were rely chess pieces in his hands.

[Thus, Northern Yue wants to commit patricide. While Northern Ji still shows him so “favor,” he aims to turn false into reality.

Currently, the emperor has explicitly nad only Northern Yue as his intended heir. So if Northern Ji dies, the forces behind Northern Yue will definitely push him onto the throne.]

As for his preference for male companions and lack of offspring, those are trivial matters. The imperial family has plenty of brothers; if he can’t have children, he can just adopt one.

“Then why don’t we help him out? Later, let’s find a way to send the Night Orb into Northern Ye’s hands.”

Emperor Mingxi gave a glance to Zhang Zhongping, the Vice Minister of Rites, who imdiately understood.

Yue Fuguang and the system naturally caught their interaction, concealing their achievents and reputation.

“Little Zhu, you still haven’t told which son Northern Ji truly intends to inherit the throne.”

The Northern Li empire has even more princes than the Great Yan—thirteen alive, seven of them adults, making them the main contenders for the throne.

[Master, this story is quite a big scoop. Sit tight, and I’ll tell you slowly.]

Hearing there was gossip to be had, those who had planned to go relieve themselves silently withdrew their extended legs. Gossip cures all ailnts; their urgent bladders could wait a little longer.

“Hurry up and tell !”

Yue Fuguang sounded delighted. This joy wasn’t just about the gossip—it was because the system could unlock secrets about Northern Ji, proving it had grown a bit stronger.

[Master, to talk about Northern Ji, we have to start from his youth. Back then, Northern Ji and Chancellor Wei were known as the Two Pearls of the Liang Capital.

This reputation wasn’t earned through talent or strategy, but simply because they were both handso and ca from noble families.

Young at the ti, Northern Ji sought Chancellor Wei’s friendship due to the Wei family’s influence, and they eventually beca close friends.

It was with the help of the Wei and Du families, among other powerful clans, that Northern Ji smoothly ascended the throne.

But what the world didn’t know was that, through Chancellor Wei’s repeated assistance and long-term support from the Wei family, Northern Ji developed improper feelings for him, his heart entirely captured.

He often concocted excuses to discuss state affairs with Chancellor Wei, inviting him to stay overnight at the palace, and they even shared a bed, which was once celebrated as a tale of camaraderie in Northern Li.

Later, Northern Ji found that occasional shared slumber couldn’t ease his longing, so he grew bolder.

He repeatedly invited Chancellor Wei to bathe together. Gradually, in private, the emperor’s gaze turned increasingly predatory—nothing like the look of a monarch toward a trusted minister.

Even Chancellor Wei, however dense, could tell the emperor had improper designs on him.]

It's a pity that Chancellor Wei has always been ambitious and naturally wouldn't be willing to give up his bright future just to be reduced to the emperor's male favorite.

Clatter, the lon in Emperor Mingxi's hand fell to the ground without him even realizing it. His sharp eyes stared blankly at the lon stains on his hands as he secretly savored the thought—one must say, gossiping about one's own peers hits differently.

This kind of gossip was truly sweet and flavorful!

The last ti gossip this juicy ca from Xi Yan's untold story between two won back in the day.