Huangxiu

Chapter 770 Rules
Fu Zheng stood aside.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up and glanced at her, then handed her the booklet he had finished reading.

"Your Highness, I..."

"You also need to find out the truth, know their situation, and know how to deal with it."

"Yes." Fu Zheng agreed solemnly.

She thought that she was Chu Zhiyuan's bodyguard and would follow him in the future.

If you don't know the background of the person opposite you and don't handle your attitude properly, you might fail to make things right for Chu Zhiyuan.

"Sit down and watch."

"Yes."

The two of them sat at the stone table and read through the booklets in the box one by one.

Fu Zheng and Chu Zhiyuan both have photographic memories and remember everything they see.

Chu Zhiyuan put it back into the box, sealed it, and returned it to its original place. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect the situation here to be so complicated."

"Your Highness, it's okay. It's not too troublesome to divide the eight princes into three groups."

"It's not just them who are in trouble. The powerful officials and the descendants of meritorious service are also betting on this."

"Your Highness, aren't they afraid of betting on the wrong horse and losing everything?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "The princes of the Phoenix Dynasty are still very disciplined in their fight for the throne."

"What rules?"

"When fighting for the throne, you can do anything, but once the dust settles, you can't settle the accounts."

"Is it really possible?" Fu Zheng expressed doubt.

If it were me, I would definitely hold a grudge after being hurt in the fight for the throne, and would naturally seek revenge after gaining power.

What’s the point of getting the reward if you can’t retaliate?
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Rules are rules. As long as the emperor follows these rules, it's fine. Besides, there are spiritual masters above the emperor."

"That's pretty awesome."

If there were no such rules, many powerful people would keep to themselves and not get involved.

This rule is equivalent to an ironclad promise.

If this rule can be really followed, those powerful people will become unscrupulous and will place bets without hesitation.

The fight for the throne must be extremely fierce.

She frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, is this okay?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's hard to say."

"How to say?"

"Such a fierce competition is conducive to cultivating the talents of the princes. The winner of the fight will become the emperor, which is more beneficial to the future of the dynasty."

"Ah."

"But the internal fighting among the princes will also greatly consume the power of the dynasty. If it were you, what would you choose? Would you abolish this rule or keep it?"

"It should be kept." said Fu Zheng.

There are certainly pros and cons, but compared to the disadvantages, the advantages are still greater.

A wise emperor has a greater impact on the dynasty, and the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

He stood up, put the box away, and left the courtyard, saying, "Looks like we have to hide from this young Marquis Ming."

"Your Highness is wise. It is indeed better to stay out of his way for the time being."

"So I still have to practice... It's a pity that I can't go to the Great Light Peak."

Fu Zheng asked, "The twelfth princess doesn't have a holy place to practice?"

As far as she knew, these princes and princesses all had holy places for practice to aid their spiritual cultivation.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "How can I possibly enter their holy place of cultivation?"

"But your highness, you will soon be the prince consort."

"The prince consort is also an outsider."

"...Then let's return to our imperial city first?"

"Not likely." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

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When the two returned to the Twelfth Princess's Mansion, Li Yuzhen came to meet them.

She looked at the two of them curiously.

Chu Zhiyuan has returned to his original appearance, looking normal, but Fu Zheng's jade-like face is calm.

Chu Zhiyuan went straight back to his own courtyard.

Li Yuzhen pulled Fu Zheng to follow and asked about the situation in the city.

Fu Zheng then told about what she had seen and heard in the city, about Lord Xiao Ming.

Li Yuzhen sneered: "Don't bother with this man, my Lord. He is insane and unreasonable!"

Chu Zhiyuan came to the small pavilion in the courtyard and sat down at the stone table, without making any comment. Now it was not a matter of whether to ignore him or not, but he was looking for trouble with himself, and he had already done so.

Wouldn't it be too frustrating if I couldn't retaliate?

Li Yuzhen said: "He doesn't dare to come to the mansion to cause trouble."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Do I have to stay in the mansion forever?"

"Next time, I will accompany the Prince Consort."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If you are not with him, he may not recognize me. Once you are with him, it will be easy for him to recognize me, right?"

"My Lord, if he dares to mess around, I will punish him!"

"Oh——?" Chu Zhiyuan was half-believing and half-doubting.

"I've beaten him since he was a kid." Li Yuzhen snorted, "I've taught him a lot."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "He is the young marquis."

Li Yuzhen is just a spirit guard after all.

"So what!" Li Yuzhen said, "I am someone close to His Highness, so teaching him a lesson is equivalent to His Highness teaching him a lesson."

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "He has admired Your Highness since he was a child?"

Li Yuzhen nodded gently: "Your Highness has been beautiful since she was young, and she has fascinated him."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It seems that he is deeply in love with her, which makes him even more difficult to deal with."

"He doesn't have the guts to offend Your Highness," Li Yuzhen said, "If I take action, he won't dare to do anything."

"Can you beat him?"

"His defense is strong, but my sword is not weak either."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the sword at her waist curiously.

The sword is naturally a precious sword.

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Sister Li, you are familiar with the martial arts of this young Marquis Xiao Ming, right? Why don't you teach me how to defeat him?"

"Sister Fu, are you going to fight with Lord Xiao Ming?"

"He is likely to provoke Your Highness, so as a guard I have no choice but to take action."

"Your Highness' words..." Li Yuzhen pondered.

She was thinking about Chu Zhiyuan's skills, to see if there was any that could restrain Lord Xiao Ming.

After a moment, she said, "Your Highness, you still need to raise your realm first."

If the Prince Consort was a Venerable, it would not be difficult to deal with him, but the Prince Consort's realm is not high enough.

This reduced the power of his martial arts and made it impossible to break through Lord Xiao Ming's defense.

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand: "Forget it, let's practice first, and then talk about other things. You guys go and get busy."

"Yes."

The two women tactfully left.

Chu Zhiyuan took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and then took out a flying knife.

But it was the glass flying knife he had made himself.

Exquisite and delicate, like a work of art.

The jade pendant is crystal clear and warm, as if there is a pool of clear water flowing in it.

He closed his eyes and gently stroked the jade pendant with the tip of the knife.

After just drawing a dozen or so curves, the tip of the knife became blocked and difficult to move.

A violent force began to emerge, as if it was going to destroy both the knife and him.

At the same time, I felt dizzy, extremely uncomfortable, and an invisible pressure was squeezing my brain.

This is the backlash of the power from the divine text.

If it were in the past, he would have stopped, but his physical condition has changed now, and this powerful force cannot completely stop him.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to stop the tip of the knife, and moved forward with difficulty.

I want to write the two words "light" in the divine text.

But he had only written a small part before the tip of the knife could no longer move.

An invisible force is preventing it from continuing.

His body became extremely heavy, as if he had turned into a mountain.

His head began to feel dizzy.

This is really too bizarre for him now.

His Tianlong bloodline is condensed and his spirit is strong, so it is almost impossible for him to feel drowsy.

But now he felt drowsy and heavy, as if he had never practiced martial arts.

He tried again and again, but finally gave up.

He sighed secretly, it seems that he still can't carve out the "light" of the divine text here.

(End of this chapter)