Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

At that time, Prince Duan had just come out of the palace.

When Prince Yao left Beijing a month ago, he felt both happy and angry. He felt as if the mountain that had been pressing down on him had been removed. He felt lighter and his eyes were filled with light.

But as time passed, after his mental relaxation and happiness, he returned to reality and found that his future did not seem so smooth.

For example, now that the first month of the year is over, all civil and military officials have returned to the court, and everything is going on as usual, with everyone performing their duties.

Similarly, those court officials seemed to have suddenly found their original intention of being an official. They sat on the fence, with only Emperor You'an sitting on the throne in their eyes, but in their hearts, they sometimes looked at the prince who married a wife in violation of the teachings of his ancestors, and sometimes looked at Prince Yao who was sent to his fiefdom in Jingchu to take up his post.

It seems that they are not in a hurry to re-select their camp at this time.

But today, when Concubine Qi sent an order from the palace to summon him, Prince Duan felt his eyes brighten, as if he had found his direction again.

After all, he is the only son of his mother. It is reasonable for him to be filial to her. His mother can only rely on him, so he must fight for it and let his mother take the throne of the Queen Mother!

And this huge bait must be enough to repair the mother-son relationship with her.

But how could Concubine Qi's preference for her eldest son over the years change overnight?

The mother's love, which was already overflowing, was not transferred to the younger son at all because of the eldest son's departure from Beijing.

On the contrary, because of the reminder from her eldest son when he left Beijing, when she faced her youngest son, her desire for a mother-son reunion turned into another mountain and weighed heavily on her youngest son.

"You must behave well in front of your father and ask him to agree to your brother's return to the capital as soon as possible."

"Mother doesn't understand the things that happen in the court, so you should spend more time to protect what belongs to your brother."

"Just stay in your house if you have nothing to do. Don't come into the palace casually. Your brother can't see mother either, so to be fair, you shouldn't see her either."

"..."

When Prince Duan left the palace, he felt as if his whole body had been reduced to his original form. On the surface, he still looked handsome and gentle, but on the inside he was as dilapidated as if he had been ravaged by a violent storm.

Concubine Qi's words shattered his hopeful heart, which had finally been rekindled.

Want him to offend his father and plead for his brother? He would be crazy to ruin his own future.

Also, what does it mean to have something that belongs to the emperor's brother? The power of the court? The best candidate for the crown prince? All of Concubine Qi's maternal love?

Ah.

Brothers from the same mother, why should Murong Yao have all these? Why should Murong Duan just watch helplessly?

When his anger and ambition were burning fiercely, Princess Duan Qi Wan came over, dragging her frail body and holding the newspaper that Gu Zhilan had handed her.

The temptation of the throne, his biased mother, his elder brother who looked down on him, and his urgent determination to prove himself.

Driven by these complex emotions, Prince Duan looked at the newspaper sent by Princess Duan and felt that it was truly God's will.

Yes, Gu Zhilan.

The brothel slave who once hid in the dark and offered advice to Murong Yao.

Prince Duan was not unfamiliar with her. Her current identity was arranged by him personally.

Thinking about the things she had done in the past, asking Qi Xun to plot against the prince and Shen Xiyue's innocence on the wedding night, using opium to make money for King Yao, using the beauty trap to win over court officials for King Yao, disrupting the disaster relief in Jiangnan and assassinating the prince... Although all these things failed, and her plans were shameless and cruel, it was better than not being able to think of any solution at all.

So Prince Duan nodded and agreed: "Let her come in."

"Yes."

Gu Zhilan just felt that she could successfully meet Prince Duan, and she felt that she saw the dawn of victory.

As a time traveler, even though she was in a lowly position, she felt that she was naturally superior to others.

As for fighting for the throne, it’s very simple!

Throughout history, such things have always involved bloodshed and sacrifice. Either you kill other princes, or other princes kill you. If you want to take it, you must do whatever it takes. Money, fame, power, all these things must be in your hands, and you must clear all obstacles. If necessary, it is not impossible to kill your brother and father.

History is always written by the victors. The losers do not deserve to live from the moment they die.

Good birds choose trees to roost in.

Anyway, King Yao is gone now, so there is nothing wrong with her choosing another big man to hug.

So this time, Gu Zhilan knelt willingly: "I, Qi Gu, greet Prince Duan."

Prince Duan did not intend to ask her to get up. Instead, he shook the newspaper that Qi Wan had just handed to him and looked down at Gu Zhilan: "Tell me, what is the meaning of bringing this newspaper to Prince Duan's mansion?"

Gu Zhilan is quite aware of the current situation.

No matter what the situation is, there is always no pressure, and naturally leans towards the side that is most beneficial to oneself:

"I presented this newspaper to His Royal Highness Prince Yao. When he saw it, he praised it highly. But now His Royal Highness Prince Yao has left the capital, so I want to present this newspaper to Prince Duan."

Prince Duan raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "How do you think I would be interested in something that is used to flatter others?"