Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

The next day, news of Zhao Yueli's sudden death spread from the palace. Upon learning of this, General Zhao knelt in the imperial study and requested a thorough investigation.

"Her Majesty has always been in good health, how could she suddenly fall ill? There must be something fishy going on. Your Majesty, please investigate thoroughly and give justice to Her Majesty!"

The emperor was very impatient, but he couldn't kick him out in front of other ministers, so he said perfunctorily:

"I have already asked the imperial physician to diagnose him carefully. He is indeed suffering from an acute illness. You are worrying too much."

You want to get rid of him with just a word of emergency illness, but this is a human life!

General Zhao refused to stand up. "Let's not talk about how the noble lady could suddenly fall ill. Even if it was an acute illness, what was it? What medicine did the imperial physician prescribe? Why did she pass away overnight?"

He was quite aggressive in his words and did not give in at all.

No one knew the details of Zhao Yueli's sudden death better than the emperor. Every word General Zhao asked was reasonable. He felt guilty and became angry and embarrassed.

"Are you questioning me? Do you still have rules in your eyes?"

He threw the inkstone with a wave of his hand, and the ink splashed all over the people below. General Zhao was neither humble nor arrogant, and he leaned forward and kowtowed heavily:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I just want to get the truth for you."

He and his cousin had been very close when they were young, so how could he let her suffer such an unjust death?

"How dare you! Someone, take this..."

"His Majesty."

Zhuang Heming said calmly: "General, you have worked hard and made great contributions. I hope Your Majesty will show mercy."

The Prime Minister spoke, and the other ministers echoed him:

"The general was also too sad and lost his composure for a moment. I hope Your Majesty will forgive him this time."

After all, the death of Empress Guiji was indeed somewhat strange, and it was understandable that General Zhao, as her brother, lost his composure for a moment.

Zhao Yan forced him, Zhuang Heming tried to stop him, and the emperor felt a lump in his stomach, unable to breathe.

It’s a pity that he is the emperor, but he has to get the consent of the traitors for whatever he wants to do. It’s really frustrating!

He became more and more angry, but he couldn't do anything to Zhuang Heming, so he could only leave angrily.

Zhao Yan wanted to say more, but Zhuang Heming stopped him:

"General, don't worry."

"No hurry?"

Zhao Yan turned his head with a bang, his tiger eyes blazing with anger: "My cousin died unjustly, I just hate that I can't find the villain who harmed her and avenge her, but you told me not to worry?"

"Zhuang Heming, you have no father or mother, no relatives in the world, and you are all alone. How can you understand my hatred!"

He was angry and anxious, and spoke without thinking.

Zhuang Heming was about to leave, but when he heard these offensive words, his face darkened.

He looked coldly at Zhao Yan who was kneeling on the ground: "General, you are straightforward. It is reasonable for you to become a lonely man in the future."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted after thinking for a moment, and became furious:

"Zhuang Heming, you actually cursed me!"

Zhuang Heming is saying that he has a reckless character and will definitely cause everyone around him to lose their lives in the future!

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Here, the emperor returned to the Qianqing Palace angrily and kicked down the palace servant who came forward to serve him.

Damn it! If he didn't need to rely on Zhuang Heming to handle and stabilize the government, he would have cut this traitor into pieces to relieve his hatred!

He sat at the desk, his chest heaving violently.

Suddenly, he changed his mind.

He was born into a life of luxury and well-being. He had an older brother who was superior to him, so it was never his turn to sit on the throne.

It was God’s favor that when his elder brother died of illness, he ascended the throne.

Thinking about the life in which he was suppressed by Zhuang Heming in the dream, could this be the real purpose of God giving him the warning dream?

The emperor became excited and stood up and walked back and forth in the hall.

Yes, how could the emperor be suppressed by his subjects? Before, he took the overall situation into consideration and allowed the prime minister to commit rebellion. Now, how could he tolerate such a thing to continue happening!

He had made up his mind and had a plan, so he quickly called Li De:

"Go, quickly call the imperial concubine over!"

He urged her urgently, and when Jiang Xinlian arrived, she seemed a little confused.

She knelt and greeted him softly, "Your Majesty."

She came in a hurry and was not dressed up. She was wearing a green silk dress embroidered with butterflies. The elegant color could not hide her delicate figure. She was an absolute beauty.

The emperor felt a little regretful, but this slight regret soon disappeared. He reached out his hand to her, unable to hide the sadness on his face.

"The concubine is here."

Jiang Xinlian walked up to him and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, is there anything bothering you?"

"My beloved concubine,"

The emperor held his forehead and sighed, "You are really considerate, unlike others who only care about themselves and chatter, which gives me a headache."

Give her a compliment?

Jiang Xinlian smiled shyly, lowered her head and didn't respond.

The emperor was displeased and annoyed at her stupidity, so he could only say, "My beloved, I have something to ask of you."

"If I can help your majesty, it will be my blessing."

"well!"

The emperor was very pleased: "This matter is also related to Xu'er. During this period of time, I have thought about it for a long time and decided to let the prime minister serve as Xu'er's tutor and teach him lessons, but..."

Zhuang Heming becomes Xuer's tutor?

Jiang Xinlian covered her mouth, her eyes wide open: "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

Zhuang Heming is the prime minister with great power. Any prince who can win him over will surely take the throne.

Before this, the Queen had spent countless efforts and gold and silver, but had still failed to get the Prime Minister to agree to teach the Second Prince.

Now that the emperor has mentioned it himself, isn't it tantamount to saying clearly that he intends the third prince to be the future emperor?

Seeing that she was quite smart, the emperor showed a hint of satisfaction.

"My beloved concubine, it's good that you understand my intentions. However, the incident happened suddenly. Zhao Yueli died suddenly, Zhao Yan kept pestering me, and the Prime Minister was quite unhappy. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for me to speak now."

"Oh, this Zhao Yan is really ignorant."

Jiang Xinlian could not hide her disappointment. Seeing the opportunity slip away, she kept asking, "Your Majesty, what should we do? We can't wait for Xu'er to grow up without a tutor to teach him."

"That's easy. The Queen's birthday will be celebrated soon. We will host a banquet for all the ministers. My beloved concubine can explain this to the Prime Minister in person."

Haha, that’s a really good idea.

Jiang Xinlian's face was filled with joy. She agreed repeatedly and thanked him profusely.

The emperor was satisfied with her reaction. He expressed some false concern and then asked her to leave. He began to arrange his own plans impatiently.

"Miss."

Qiu Ye helped her onto the sedan chair, and they staggered all the way back to Jianjia Palace.

Arriving at her own palace, Jiang Xinlian changed her clothes. Xu'er, who was crawling around in the front hall, saw her mother and immediately crawled towards her using his hands and feet.

"Ah, ah!"

He threw himself into his mother's sweet and soft arms, his chubby little face grinning with a silly smile.

He was used to being held by Zhuang Heming, and wanted to pounce on them when he saw them.

Jiang Xinlian tapped his forehead lightly with her finger, turned her head to look at Qiu Ye, and instructed:

"Go tell the Prime Minister that I want to see him."