"I tell you, if you dare to seize my throne, I’ll kill you. Hmph."
After the Heir of Prince Le left, the old poison master said, "Yangyang, you must be careful in the future, he has murderous intentions towards you."
"I know!" Yangyang snorted coldly, "In the end, it’s not certain who will kill whom."
His mother had said, if people don’t offend , I won’t offend them, if people offend , I will return it a hundredfold.
Daring to bully and insult him, dream on!
In the Imperial Study of Great Qi, Prince Le was sitting behind the desk reviewing morials.
A subordinate ca in to report, "Master, the two young masters have started fighting again."
"Fighting again?" Prince Le raised an eyebrow, they seem to be fighting quite frequently, before entering the palace, they quarreled and fought every day, and today they just entered the palace and started fighting again, maybe I’m overcorrecting?
Once so timid and crying easily, now so irritable.
"What were they fighting about?"
"..." The reason for the fight, the guard didn’t know whether to speak or not.
"Do you want to die?"
The guard hurriedly knelt, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, "Because, because of the throne."
"The throne?" Prince Le touched his chin, sneering, "The Baili Family’s bloodline really loves to snatch, they haven’t even grown up yet and already started fighting."
"Master, after you finished speaking with the two ministers today, I saw the Eldest Young Master co out from behind the Imperial Study, so I guess, I guess he heard what you said." After hesitating, the guard still raised his head and asked, "Master, do you really want to let the Young Prince inherit the throne? He’s not even your real..."
Although Prince Le publicly claid he had two sons, and in the palace, by his insistence, they were referred to as Eldest and Youngest Young Masters, but those confidants knew, he was not the master’s child at all.
How can the child of Marquis Changning beco the Emperor?
"If you don’t want to die, just shut up for !" With a slap, he threw the morial to the side, "My decision is not to be questioned by anyone."
"...Yes," the guard finally said in a low voice.
While Prince Le’s confidants dare not speak much, those ministers did.
Since ancient tis, officials in court always split into factions, and in current Great Qi, there’s one faction supporting Prince Le’s own ascension, one supporting the Eldest Young Master, and one supporting the Youngest Young Master.
In recent days, the court has been in an uproar.
The Heir of Prince Le felt deeply insulted. It was one thing for his father not to ascend, but to give the position to an illegitimate child and not to him.
No, he couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
"Soone co!"
"Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Go get so poisonous snakes and scorpions, the more poisonous the better."
"Your Highness? What do you need those for?"
"Yuanyuan, don’t ask so many unnecessary questions. Mother Consort gave you to , so for anything, you must listen to ." The small child’s eyes burned with intense hatred, "I want to see, if he dies, will Father still give him the throne."
Yuanyuan belonged to Princess Consort Le, most loyal to her and her son. He had naturally heard the recent rumors within the palace and deeply felt the injustice for their two masters—one left in Great Zhou, the other, though brought out, couldn’t inherit the throne, simply too outrageous.
"Young Master, rest assured, I’ll make sure it’s done properly for you."
"Hmm, I trust you."
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"I confird that he is indeed sick!" In Baohua Hall, Yangyang was happily devouring a roasted leg of lamb.
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