The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao came to Emperor Taizong's bedroom and saw that he was still immersed in a deep sleep, as if all the troubles outside had nothing to do with him. He couldn't bear to disturb this tranquility, so he tiptoed out.

After explaining everything, it was already late at night, but Qin Hao was still restless and could not fall asleep.

At this moment, he was standing in an attic, looking at the bright moon in the distance. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his deep worry.

"Alas, we failed to bring Su Zhengfang down this time. It will be difficult to find such an opportunity again next time." Qin Hao sighed in a low voice.

He felt that since Su Zhengfang had not appeared from beginning to end, it was not accidental, but planned and premeditated. Now, even if Li Mingyuan confessed, it would probably not be able to shake Su Zhengfang in the slightest. He clearly realized that his contest with Su Zhengfang had just begun.

"Your Highness, why do you have to boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige? After this incident, the wisdom you have demonstrated is amazing."

Feng Lao stood hunched over and consoled him softly, "You just used a little trick. Just by pretending to be sick, you successfully lured out two big fish. The day of purging the powerful officials in the court is not far away!"

Qin Hao showed a bitter smile on his face, and he whispered: "Master Feng, I always feel that things are not as simple as they seem. It seems that there is an invisible black hand controlling everything behind the scenes, but I can't tell where the problem lies."

Old Feng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and continued to comfort him: "Your Highness, Su Zhengfang has worked hard for many years, so it is understandable that you cannot completely crack it immediately. Perhaps this is just the calm before the storm, and he may make a big move next."

Qin Hao nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"By the way, Mr. Feng, what did you mean when you mentioned that Dong Meir and Qin Feng had an ambiguous relationship?" Qin Hao suddenly asked.

There was a hint of deep meaning in Old Feng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said: "Your Highness, do you really want to know?"

"Master Feng, you can speak frankly. I am all ears. Don't worry, a mere Dong Meir cannot shake my mind." Qin Hao said lightly with a firm look in his eyes.

Mr. Feng's wrinkled face was as bright as a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn. His eyes revealed a hint of approval and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, forming a warm smile.

He spoke slowly, "Your Highness, you may have some impression of this matter. It was about ten years ago. The second prince invited Dong Meir, who was only eight years old, to the palace for a visit. Unfortunately, she accidentally fell into the lake, and it was Qin Feng who saved her. From that moment on, the relationship between the two became unusual. As for the other disputes between them, this old servant knows very little, but..."

"But what? You can just say it." Qin Hao frowned and asked hurriedly.

"Your Highness, I dare to guess that what happened that day was by no means accidental. Perhaps the Second Prince was secretly planning to play the role of a hero saving a beauty in order to win Dong Meir's favor." Old Feng pondered, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

"Oh? Why did Master Feng say that?" Qin Hao asked back with a suspicious look on his face.

Elder Feng smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out. He continued, "Your Highness, think about it. The Second Prince and Dong Mei'er are of noble status. When they go out, they are always surrounded by people. They rarely have the opportunity to be alone. And that day, it just happened that the two of them and Dong Mei'er fell into the water. It all seems too coincidental! Think about it, think about it carefully, doesn't it smell like a conspiracy?"

“There are indeed many doubts about this matter.”

Qin Hao nodded gently, with a meaningful smile on his face. "Master Feng, it seems that what you said makes sense. If my second brother has such thoughts at such a young age, I'm afraid he is not an easy person to deal with!"

"However, I guess his purpose is definitely not as simple as just coveting Dong Meir's beauty. Just imagine, how can a little kid of eight or nine years old have such a strong interest in matters between men and women?"

Qin Hao fell into a brief silence, and then continued, "I guess he might want to use the power of the Dong family to compete for my position as the crown prince. In this way, he can get both beauty and power. Why not do it!"

Elder Feng nodded slightly, agreeing deeply. He sighed and said in a deep voice: "If the Second Prince had such thoughts at that time, then his mind is undoubtedly too deep, and people have to be on guard."

Qin Hao shook his head, with a hint of sneer on his face: "Maybe someone is behind this and giving him advice? Well, it's useless to think about this kind of thing, so let's just let it go!"

He ended the topic decisively, as if he had just mentioned it casually. But Dong Meir was his woman after all. He still felt a little unhappy when he suddenly learned that she had an ambiguous relationship with his half-brother.

"It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. Dong Meir, I hope you take care of yourself. Don't let me catch any evidence of your cheating, otherwise..." Qin Hao murmured to himself.

Just as he was lost in thought, Wang Yourong, A Yue, and Liang Hongyu slowly came up. Before he saw them, he heard their voices first. Wang Yourong's concerned voice came faintly, "Your Highness, it's windy here, you should go back and rest early!"

Qin Hao turned around, his eyes fell on the three women gently, and he gently scolded them, "Didn't I tell you to go back and rest? Why are you still here?"

Wang Yourong smiled, a hint of tenderness revealed between her brows, and whispered softly: "Your Highness, we sisters are just worried about you and want to accompany you more."

Qin Hao turned to Feng Lao beside him and said, "Feng Lao, I'll trouble you to go there again tonight. Take your shadow guards to the residences of Li Mingyuan and Yuan Guochen and search them carefully to see if you can find any evidence that can point to Su Zhengfang."

Old Feng nodded, bowed his head and watched them leave.

Outside the palace, the lobby of the Su Mansion was shrouded in deathly silence. Su Zhengfang and his sons and a few of their confidants had sad faces and said nothing as they waited for news from the palace.

As the news of Lu Yi's 1,000 imperial guards quietly leaving the city came, Su Zhengfang knew in his heart that things were not going as smoothly as he had expected, but instead fell into an unknown accident. An indescribable heaviness weighed on his heart, making him feel suffocated.

However, Su Zhengfang did not seem panicked at this time. Since he dared to let Li Mingyuan and Ma Hu force the emperor to abdicate, he had already regarded them as abandoned pawns. He had planned for so long and was ready to cut off ties at any time. Even if the matter was exposed, it had nothing to do with him.

But what exactly happened in the palace left Su Zhengfang puzzled.

As the news came back one after another, Su Zhengfang's face turned pale and he said nothing. He thought to himself, I lost. I lost after all...