Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Several days passed and the assassin was still not caught. The palace guards searched everywhere but still could not find any trace of him.

The emperor hid in the Qianqing Palace for a few days and felt extremely suffocated. It was at this time that he received good news.

Zhuang Heming was sent back to the Prime Minister's Mansion after the banquet that day and has not been seen since then. Although no one knows whether he is alive or dead, the servants who go in and out of the Prime Minister's Mansion can hide their sorrowful expressions, which suggests that the situation is not good.

This is truly a great happy event, and his planning has not been in vain.

Upon hearing the news, the emperor suddenly laughed heartily, and although he still did not dare to walk around the palace freely, he summoned his concubines that night and had a good time in the Qianqing Palace.

When he felt better, he finally remembered that the sick Third Prince was still living in the side hall, so he quickly summoned Li De and asked:

"How is the prince? Is he well?"

His Majesty had not mentioned a word about the prince a few days ago, and Li De had only briefly asked a few questions about the prince's situation. Now that he was asked again, he hesitated:

"Well, the little prince has always been in good health, maybe he is better now."

"Useless dog slave!"

The emperor was angry. He stood up, put on his robe, acted like a kind father, and went to see the third prince.

Li De was complaining in his heart.

Oh my, if it were an adult, he would be as obedient as possible due to his status as the emperor, but the little prince...

Although the little prince looks cute, he is not easy to please. Apart from the palace maids who are used to serving him, no one else is allowed to touch him.

The little prince has been born for so long, and Your Majesty has visited him very rarely. I'm afraid he won't let Your Majesty get close to him.

He was worried that His Majesty would be furious, and was also concerned about whether something might happen to the little prince. He was gloomy and followed the emperor towards the side hall with a bitter face.

The late emperor, in order to show off his taste for fine arts, planted a large number of the Four Gentlemen in the palace. This side hall of the Qianqing Palace was no exception. In the courtyard in front of the hall, there were many orchids planted, gently swaying in the night.

Xuer was being held in the man's arms, stretching out his chubby little hands to reach the orchid on the wooden rack.

The eunuch's announcement reached his ears, and the man slowly grasped the little prince's lotus-like arm and coaxed him softly:

"Xu'er, be obedient. It's getting late. You should go to bed."

"woo"

Xu'er pursed his lips and looked at him pitifully.

"How dare you! Who are you? You don't even show respect to His Majesty!"

Li De had never seen such a bold and reckless person. His Majesty was standing here, but he was still holding the little prince and had no intention of paying any attention to him.

The eunuch's voice was sharp and thin, and extremely harsh in the ears.

Xu'er shuddered, but was not frightened. She hugged the man's neck dependently, leaned over and looked over curiously.

The emperor stood there with a sullen face. Li De immediately called the guards:

"Someone, come here! Drag this man out now!"

The guards guarding outside the palace gate rushed in, but did not rush forward to suppress the man as they had expected. Instead, they stood behind the emperor, showing a faint deterrent aura.

The emperor was stunned, and Li De also widened his eyes and cursed: "What are you doing? I told you to suppress this thief, didn't you hear me?"

The guard stood there indifferently, not even giving him a glance.

It was only then that the man holding the Third Prince slowly turned around and said in a cold voice:

"Your Majesty, I, Zhuang Heming, pay my respects to you."

"……you?"

The emperor was dumbfounded; he even felt it was a little ridiculous.

Why is Zhuang Heming here? Isn’t it said that he is in danger and his life is in danger?

Moreover, this is the imperial palace and it is late at night. He should not be here under any circumstances!

"Why are you here?"

The emperor pointed at him, incredulous: "You shouldn't, no, why are you holding my third prince?"

"Your Majesty?"

Zhuang Heming repeated, his expression unclear, he just lowered his head and caressed Xuer's little face lovingly.

Xuer hugged him affectionately and laughed.

The two faces, one big and one small, were so similar when they were put together.

Jiang Xinlian is beautiful, and her shadow can be seen in Xu'er's face, but he still can't tell how he looks like the emperor.

In the past, palace servants always said that the little prince was too young, and when he grew up, he would naturally become like His Majesty.

But now, Xiao Xun couldn't figure it out. He was furious, panting, and asked in a harsh voice: "Why, why would my prince be with you, actually..."

He actually looks so similar to you!

It turned out that his concubine had an affair with the prime minister. They had an affair right under his nose and even gave birth to a child!

Zhuang Heming avoided the topic, supported Xu'er's soft body to help him sit steadily, and said in a calm voice:

"Your Majesty, please take the trouble to prepare the poisoned wine for me. Jingmu would like to thank you for this."

The emperor's eyes had not yet moved away from Xu'er's face, and when he heard this, his expression changed drastically: "When did you know that!"

"That assassin was also arranged by me. As for the guards behind you,"

Zhuang Heming smiled faintly: "I told General Zhao Yan that Zhao Yueli is not dead, and told him the truth. These guards are the general's confidants. I wonder if Your Majesty is familiar with them."

After knowing the truth, Zhao Yan realized that the emperor had murderous intentions towards the Zhao family. Rather than being blindly loyal and causing the Zhao family to suffer the disaster of being exterminated, it would be better to join forces with the prime minister and push the third prince to the throne.

"You, traitors! Are you going to disrespect me?"

The emperor panicked and wanted to escape, shouting "Help me!" However, the irrelevant people had already been sent away, and Li De was pinned to the ground by the guards, unable to move.

Now he is trapped.

"You, wait, Jing Mu," seeing that the situation was not good, the emperor relaxed his expression and persuaded,

"A minister should be loyal to his country. I am the emperor and I have valued you over the years. Why have you done this?"

Zhuang Heming glanced sideways, his voice cold:

"A subject should be loyal to his sovereign. Once Xu'er ascends the throne, I will obey your words."

When Xuer heard his father calling his name, he tilted his head and let out an "ah".

The emperor's face turned pale and he sat down on the ground in dejection.

"how so……"

He murmured to himself: "I am blessed by God, how could I..."

What went wrong? Why was he even more miserable now than in his dream?

Could it be that from the moment he woke up from the dream and ordered the killing of Zhao Yueli, he had already made a mistake?

*

After the prime minister was poisoned, the emperor was also assassinated by an assassin. The prime minister, who had not yet recovered from his illness, held on to his body and, together with Zhao Yan, supported the third prince as the crown prince to succeed the throne.

It is said that the assassination incident disturbed the new emperor. The new emperor was in poor health and could not appear in front of his ministers. He was also still young and could not rule the country himself, so the government affairs were temporarily handed over to the prime minister.

With a powerful prime minister and a young new emperor, it seems likely that the country will be in a state of flux.

The ministers had different opinions and were trying to guess what Zhuang Heming was thinking.

This speculation lasted for several years. During these years, the ministers had only seen His Majesty from a distance. They only knew that His Majesty was tall and graceful, with an extraordinary demeanor, but no one had ever seen His Majesty's face in detail.

It was not until His Majesty reached the age to rule the country and his health improved that he finally showed up at the New Year's Eve dinner as the court officials were eagerly waiting. He was just as they had imagined, elegant and dignified, with the refinement of a scholar and the appearance of an immortal.

Hmm? Why does this phrase sound familiar?

The ministers all looked at the prime minister, who lowered his eyes and remained silent. No matter how scorching their gazes were, he did not look up.

Now, everyone who should understand understands.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

Ministers: ...The name does not deceive me