The most romantic little emperor

The monk frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with wisdom, as if he had seen through the truth of the matter.

He shook his head gently, speaking in a calm and steady tone: "Your Highness, you worry too much. I think this may not be done by the person in the East Palace. Just imagine, you were assassinated just after leaving the Prince's Mansion. Isn't this a very obvious plot, which can easily make people think of the Prince? How could the Prince easily adopt such a clumsy plan?

He paused and continued, "Your Highness, some things are not as simple as they seem. There may be a bigger game behind this, and you and the Crown Prince may just be pawns in it. If you want to uncover the truth, you need to go deeper and look for those hidden clues."

Qin Feng did not comment, obviously he did not completely believe what he said. He said unwillingly: "Perhaps, my good brother was just warning me. It can be seen that those killers did not really want to kill me. Apart from that, I really can't think of any other reason for anyone to attack me."

"Your Majesty, do you also think that tonight's assassination is quite strange, right?"

The monk's voice was low and calm, as if everything was under control. Without waiting for Qin Feng's response, he continued, "Your Highness, have you ever thought that this might be intentional by the mastermind behind the scenes, deliberately provoking a fight between you brothers, and when you brothers are both defeated, he can reap the benefits and then seize the throne of Daxia."

"This……"

Qin Feng's heart suddenly tightened and he was speechless. He obviously understood that what the monk said was very likely, and if this happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

Although he had been eyeing the throne for a long time, he also dreamed all the time of taking his beloved cousin back from his elder brother Qin Hao.

But all this was just a brotherly feud between him and Qin Hao, an internal affair of their Qin family.

No matter who wins or loses in the end, the kingdom of Daxia will always belong to his Qin family.

However, if all this was interfered by outsiders who tried to take advantage of their fight and steal the Qin family's kingdom, then Qin Feng would firmly oppose it.

Because, that is not only a betrayal, but also a blasphemy and trampling of the family bloodline.

In Qin Feng's eyes, family honor is above everything else, even more important than his own life.

He knew the seriousness of this matter. If Daxia's kingdom was really stolen by outsiders, what kind of misfortune would his Qin family face?

The countless struggles, sacrifices and efforts of our ancestors will all be in vain.

So, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

At this moment, Qin Feng's heart was like a lake blown by a strong wind, with turbulent waves and chaos. His heart was full of struggle and helplessness.

He didn't know how to deal with this sudden crisis, nor did he know whether he should seize the supreme throne from his elder brother Qin Hao.

However, when he thought about how much his cousin Mei'er had given him, he felt heartbroken and in agony.

For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

Now, he needs time to think calmly and sort out this complicated situation.

However, he doesn't have much time left and he must make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The black-robed monk had deep eyes, as if he could see through Qin Feng's heart. He sighed, and his voice revealed an indescribable desolation: "My lord, do you regret not listening to my advice and choosing to rush to Beijing?"

Qin Feng nodded slightly, with a trace of pain and struggle in his eyes: "I do regret that I did not listen to the master's teachings and acted hastily, which led to such a difficult situation now, and I almost died."

However, he immediately shook his head, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "But I don't regret it either, because there are people here that I can't let go of, and there are responsibilities that I can't give up. If I were allowed to choose again, I would still choose to go to the capital."

Qin Feng's voice revealed a kind of determination and firmness, as if he was ready to face all difficulties.

He came to the bed and looked up at the night sky, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light, "But this time, I will be more thorough and will never put myself in such danger again."

The black-robed monk silently watched Qin Feng, with a hint of admiration and satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that although the prince in front of him was young and vigorous, he had an indomitable heart. He could always stay calm in difficult situations and never back down in the face of challenges.

Recalling the moment of their first meeting, the monk felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

At that time, he was a monk with no desires and never thought of getting involved in worldly disputes. However, fate made them meet at that special moment.

All this seemed to be arranged by fate. The appearance of Qin Feng instantly activated the hidden desires in the monk's heart and made him find the passion for life again.

Because he believed that in the future, this prince would be able to overcome all obstacles and achieve great things.

And he will also accompany Qin Feng to witness that glorious moment together.

"Your Majesty, the capital is a place of troubles, and it is not advisable to stay here for long."

The monk's voice broke the silence, his words full of concern and worry, "You should have made a decision earlier and returned to your territory."

"As long as you return there, it will be like a fish returning to the sea and an eagle flying into the sky. Your strength will be fully exerted. As long as we give us another two years to develop, we will sooner or later reach the capital and take back everything that belongs to you."

Qin Feng did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath and looked determined.

The monk's words echoed in his heart like morning bells and evening drums. When he returned to his territory, he would hold great power and countless opportunities, just like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, soaring into the sky.

However, he also knew that once he chose to leave the capital, wanting to come back would be like rowing against the current, filled with difficulties and by no means an easy task.

Time flies. He can wait patiently, but whether cousin Mei'er can wait is unknown.

It is true that he wants to fight for the throne, but it will take him several years, or even more than ten years, to achieve his wish. One can imagine the fate of his cousin Mei'er.

If he lost the company of his cousin Mei'er, what would be the point even if he eventually ascended the throne? How could he fill the loneliness and loss?

"hold on."

Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice calm and firm, "Master, it is easy to return to the territory, but how long will it take us to fight to the capital and take back everything that belongs to me? I can wait, but can some people wait? Will my eldest brother give me this opportunity to grow? Perhaps, in the capital, we also have a chance."

The prince's words made the monk fall into deep thought. He understood the prince's worries and determination, and also understood his considerations and expectations.

So he chose to remain silent, because he knew that the prince was a wise and courageous man. He believed in the prince's decision and believed that he could handle the matter at hand.