The rumors within the palace and the court naturally reached his ears.
Upon hearing the news, he found it utterly unbelievable.
He had no blood relation with Prince Le, yet the throne he painstakingly secured was going to be handed to him? This must be a joke.
Such a position—he’d rather die than sit on it. It might as well be sitting on pins and needles.
"It might not be up to you." The Old Poison Master understood Prince Le well; once he made a decision, he wouldn’t let others interfere.
"Then shall we escape?" Yangyang suggested, "I refuse to be manipulated by him. How could I face my mother if I truly ascended to that position?"
"With the palace being so heavily guarded, how do we escape?" The Old Poison Master had mapped out the guards in and around the palace over the past few days, and he suspected Prince Le was guarding against him.
The entire palace was surrounded by the Imperial Army in three layers, and anyone who approached the palace walls would be discovered.
"What should we do then?" Yangyang couldn’t finish his lamb leg and, clapping his hands, said, "What is he thinking? I’m not his son."
"Let’s wait," said the Old Poison Master, "Maybe it’s just a rumor? Maybe things will change? After all, there’s no official decree yet."
But the Old Poison Master’s hopes were destined to fail.
Because the next day, Prince Le publicly announced in court that he would not ascend the throne. Instead, his young son, Qiyang, would take the throne while he would retire as the Grand Emperor. The royal surna of Great Qi matches the state na, and Yangyang was renad Qiyang.
The ministers didn’t know that Qiyang wasn’t the Second Prince’s biological child, and they hadn’t even realized that the Second Prince himself was an impostor. Hearing that the Second Prince was rely retreating to the position of Grand Emperor and not abandoning politics, of course, they wouldn’t oppose it.
But when this news reached Qinghua Hall, the heir of Prince Le directly smashed a cup.
"Dare to steal my position, Qi Chen? Just you wait!"
It must be said that the training in Prince Le’s base was highly effective, fully awakening another side of the heir.
"Yuanlu! Yuanlu!"
"Your Highness, here I am," Yuanlu replied, "What are your orders?"
"Have you prepared the things I asked for?"
"Yes, everything is ready to be executed tonight."
"Good, go ahead."
"Yes," Yuanlu bowed and left.
Baohua Hall was bustling, with palace maids frequently delivering gifts that piled up on the tables, almost running out of space.
At that mont, an inconspicuous young eunuch carrying a jar slipped in.
In the evening, Yangyang, as usual, practiced martial arts in the side hall with the Old Poison Master, and only returned to the main hall after finishing the next set of techniques.
"Why is there a fishy sll?" Yangyang sniffed repeatedly, sensing that sothing was off; the scent was unpleasant.
He instantly grew suspicious, reasoning that given the incense always burned in his residence, an overly strong fragrance might be possible, but a fishy, damp sll was unlikely.
His big eyes scanned the room, finding nothing amiss, but to be safe, he called soone in,
"Little Prince, do you have any instructions?" This address of "Little Prince" gave him quite a headache.
"Search this room for , see if there’s anything else that’s slipped in."
"Huh?" The eunuch was startled and panicked.
"Hurry up, what are you standing around for?" Yangyang impatiently kicked him.
"Yes, yes, yes." The eunuch imdiately led a thorough search of the room.
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