The struggle for the throne among nine princes—I really don't want to be the crown prince.

Chapter 63 Go with the Flow When the Time Comes and Heaven and Earth Join Forces

The most excited person about the Crown Prince losing his apricot-yellow robe was none other than the eldest prince!
As the eldest son of Emperor Qianxi, the position of the eldest prince was second only to the crown prince from a young age!

Even when the crown prince was young, Emperor Qianxi had groomed him as a potential crown prince.

If the Crown Prince is not in good health, then the eldest prince, Yunshi, will become the Crown Prince!
This identity gave him many dreams.

However, these dreams have never been realized, especially as Crown Prince Yunye has grown up and is in good health.

After talking with Mingzhu several times, Yunshi knew that overthrowing the Crown Prince would not be something that could be done overnight.

This requires gradual accumulation and a major opportunity to break free from the old and embrace the new, like water dripping on a stone.

He had prepared for a long battle, but he never expected that the Crown Prince would lose his imperial robe so quickly!
The eldest prince was filled with jealousy towards the crown prince, who wore an apricot-yellow robe and attracted attention wherever he went.

We are both His Majesty's sons, so why is he more noble than me?

He is indeed the legitimate son!

But I am still the eldest son!
Now, he has finally lost that apricot-yellow robe, which should be the beginning of his fall from favor.

Although many people say that the crown prince voluntarily exchanged his apricot-yellow robe for the lives of the wet nurse's family.

However, Yun doesn't think so.

He felt that this was something the Crown Prince had been asked to do by Emperor Qianxi.

How could Yunye, that arrogant fellow, possibly bear to discard the apricot-yellow robe that made him superior to others?

Although Granny Tong was his wet nurse, what did a mere wet nurse mean to Yunye?
How could her life be compared to that of the man in the apricot-yellow robe!

It must have been his father who forced him to do this!
This speculation led Yun to disregard Mingzhu's warnings and secretly run to Mingzhu's house again.

When Mingzhu returned from her shift at the Southern Study and saw the First Prince, a sense of disappointment rose in her heart.

His alliance with the eldest prince was a choice born of necessity; he had no other option.

But overall, he still hoped that the eldest prince could be more prudent in his actions, and could…

However, Mingzhu is Mingzhu after all. Now that the First Prince has arrived, there's no point in him saying anything else.

"Uncle, the Crown Prince has lost his imperial yellow robe. Do you think this is the beginning of the Crown Prince losing the Emperor's favor?" After pouring Mingzhu a cup of tea, Yunshi's face showed a hint of excitement.

When the crown prince falls out of favor or is even deposed, his opportunity comes!
He believed that if Yunye were to get into trouble, the position of Crown Prince would undoubtedly be his.

Those hereditary princes who usually looked down on him all had to grovel at his feet!

Mingzhu said calmly, "Your Highness, no matter how the Crown Prince lost the apricot-yellow robe, in general, it is not a bad thing for him to lose it."

Looking at the composed Mingzhu, the eldest prince Yunshi was taken aback.

Isn't this a bad thing?!
Has this cunning and resourceful uncle lost his mind?

The apricot-yellow robe is Yunye's image; if he loses it, it's equivalent to losing more than half of the Crown Prince's dignity.

Mingzhu took a leisurely sip of tea before saying, "The apricot-yellow robe is very similar to His Majesty's dragon robe."

"Perhaps His Majesty wouldn't have cared when the Crown Prince was young."

"But now, this apricot-yellow robe is something that His Majesty finds jarring to the Crown Prince."

"It's like a thorn stuck in His Majesty's heart. No matter what the reason, if it touches it, this Crown Prince in his apricot-yellow robe will make His Majesty wary."

The eldest prince is not a fool; it's just that he has never thought about the problem from this perspective.

At this moment, Mingzhu brought it up, and he suddenly remembered that he had seen His Majesty looking at the Crown Prince, who was wearing an apricot-yellow robe, with a strange gaze some time ago.

He had found that look a bit strange at the time, but now he was certain that His Majesty's gaze was very complex, and most likely it was a kind of fear!
The thought of being feared by the emperor sent chills down Yunshi's spine.

He couldn't help but say, "In that case, this is actually a good thing for Yunye!"

Mingzhu sensed a hint of displeasure in the eldest prince's words. Looking at the displeased prince, he smiled and said, "Your Highness, I once told you that every cloud has a silver lining. Many times, good things can turn into bad things."

"But just as bad things can turn into good things."

"The Crown Prince losing his apricot-yellow robe is a bad thing on the surface, but it reduces His Majesty's fear of him, so it is a good thing."

"However, if the Crown Prince loses his imperial robes and then makes a big mistake during the administration, thus disappointing His Majesty, it might become the beginning of his deposition."

"The saying 'When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune turns, even heroes are powerless' perfectly illustrates this point."

“When the trend has already been set and is overwhelming, even if His Majesty is willing, sometimes he cannot change the final outcome.”

Hearing Mingzhu's analysis, Yunshi's eyes lit up again.

He whispered, "Uncle, are there more disaster victims coming to Shuntian Prefecture again?"

Mingzhu stroked his beard and said meaningfully, "Your Highness, what you need to do now is to ignore what's going on outside and just focus on doing your job well."

"As for the others, there are also the old ministers."

At this point, Mingzhu stroked his beard and said, "Your Highness, the number of disaster victims who have come to Shuntian Prefecture in recent days has reached five or six thousand."

"And this is just the beginning."

"In four or five days, I dare not say anything else, but the number of disaster victims gathered in Shuntian Prefecture will be at least 300,000."

“Even more.”

"They came from afar, all for a way to survive."

Mingzhu said in a calm voice, "When they can't survive, and some people incite them, do you know what the consequences will be?"

300,000 disaster victims!
Moreover, these are disaster victims who see no hope!
Yun was educated, and he knew that many great things began with these kinds of people.

For example, the wise teacher of Daliang, the Zhu Emperor, and so on...

These disaster victims are no threat and should be suppressed quickly, but their impact is like a landslide and a tsunami!

The impact would be enough to shatter anyone who was hit.

Such is the Crown Prince!

The Crown Prince, having lost his apricot-yellow robe...

"Uncle, thank you for everything!" Yun stepped forward, excitedly grasped Mingzhu's hand, and solemnly promised, "I will never forget you, Uncle, or the Nalan family."

Mingzhu looked at her excited nephew, but what came to mind was Yunshi, who had ascended to the position of Crown Prince. Could he really remember her kindness for a lifetime?
He lacked confidence, but he had no other choice.

"Your Highness is too kind. This is all what I should do."

"Now that Your Highness is here, you should spend more time with the younger generation in your family. This will give you more to say when you meet His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, the eldest prince felt a slight displeasure, but then he said with delight, "That's excellent. Uncle is very thoughtful."

……

In the Ministry of Revenue, the Fourth Prince stared coldly at the account books on the table, his face so cold it seemed like water was about to drip from it.

However, he regained his composure when he pushed the ledger aside.

Then he picked up a brush and gently wrote on a piece of rice paper: "Avoid haste and cultivate patience!"

Putting down his pen, the fourth prince examined his own bold and vigorous handwriting, and then gently tore the four characters to shreds.

It's not the right time yet!
It's not time for me to make a move yet!
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(End of this chapter)