Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Prince Shen's Palace.

"Many students and young people have criticized the current emperor for killing loyal officials and generals, and the momentum is getting stronger and stronger."

Shang Qing was quite interested and talked about what he saw and heard on the street.

"I also heard it when I first came here. The people in the Imperial College also started to make a fuss, demanding that the person who framed the case must be severely punished."

"Didn't your majesty order the day before yesterday to behead him in three days? How can you punish him so severely?"

Cangxun was a little confused.

The developments over the past two days have been very favorable to him, but he feels that he is somewhat out of control.

"There are so many people, all of them are the old prime minister's former subordinates, and there is also the current prime minister. Don't say that His Majesty just said it when he was forced that day. He has been unconscious the whole time. Who can sign the execution order?"

Shang Qing felt that Prince Shen was really stupid and couldn't even figure out such a simple thing.

He showed no disdain on his face and had to explain patiently.

"That's a problem. Prince Ning's party can use the excuse that my father is in a coma to delay the execution."

Cangxun finally understood.

"It's just that Jing Yunhai's son Jing Zhan is the closest classmate of Prince Ning. Why did the students of the Imperial College make such a fuss? Didn't the Grand Priest Jing care?"

Cangxun was a little confused again.

There were so many things going on these days that his brain wasn't enough.

"Jing Yunhai is a fairly upright person. He has devoted himself to learning over the years and rarely interfered in government affairs. It is possible that he took a public stand on this matter."

Shang Qing explained patiently.

He was struggling in his heart, was it really a wise choice to assist such a foolish emperor?

"Your Highness, you can't hesitate any longer. I heard that His Majesty has woken up twice today, and Concubine Song has been guarding His Majesty's bedside all the time. Once he wakes up and gets the imperial edict, it will be really difficult for us to make trouble again."

Xibo Hou Xia Feng was a little anxious.

The time has come to put all one gamble on one thing, but Prince Shen is still hesitating and looking back, which really shows that he lacks the ability to accomplish great things.

"Xiahou is right. The military camp has already made contact. The number of troops we can control is more optimistic than expected, about 30,000 to 40,000."

"So many? Aren't the defense camps controlled by King Sheng's men?"

Cangxun was a little confused, yet a little excited.

"The three of us have been planning for ten years, but King Sheng only has half a year. How can he disintegrate all our forces from the bottom? He can only control a few people in the open."

Xia Wei was born a military general and was full of confidence in the military camp.

"We are ready and are just waiting for His Highness to give the order. Then we can kill Prince Ning by surprise and protect His Majesty before the Emperor issues an edict. You should know that you are also His Majesty's son. He is unconscious now. You can say that you were harmed by the Song family. Now Concubine Song and Prince Ning are serving by his side, which is not good for His Majesty."

Xia Feng stroked the sword tassel sinisterly. He had already thought of his words.

"Yes, such a big incident happened in the Song Mansion, and both mother and son should be punished. Although the married daughter will not be harmed, the incident has caused such a great impact on His Majesty's health and reputation, and both mother and son cannot escape the blame."

Xia Wei fully supports his second brother's idea.

He had long been eager to regain the glory of the Xibohou Mansion and avenge his elder brother.

Although his leg is still lame, it does not affect his fighting ability.

"I, let me think about it. You tell me, Prince Ning has been implicated in such a big incident at the Song Mansion. Is my father really unwilling to give up on him? Will he really not pass the throne to me?"

"My Lord! You better wake up."

Xia Wei became impatient and stood up and walked around the hall.

“No, Your Highness had better give up this childish idea.

If the evidence we get from the Song Mansion is only that Song Ren'an forged the letter of treason, we have a great chance of winning.

But, when there was a commotion in Baili Mansion that day, it concerned His Majesty’s reputation. Wouldn’t your father hate you to death?

After all, it was you who started this matter.

This result was not what we expected.

This pot is too big. Your Majesty is in a coma now. When he wakes up, the first person he will blame will be you."

Xia Feng no longer gave Cang Xun any face.

He was really worried about him.

He was anxious that he could not see his own situation clearly, he was still harboring illusions about the cold-hearted emperor, and he was indecisive and missed opportunities.

Cangxun shuddered.

Yes, the pot was too big, and he accidentally threw it on his father's back.

That's it!

That's it!

It’s better to give it a try than to wait to be beheaded.

"Okay, get ready first, keep an eye on Prince Ning's movements, and be ready to take action at any time."

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Prince Ning's Mansion.

"What happened to your father?

Why didn't he do anything when the students of the Imperial College started making trouble? "

Cang Min has lost his gentle and refined appearance these days, and his face is full of fierceness, which he no longer hides.

"I don't know what happened. I haven't been home these few days. Haven't I been with you the whole time?"

Jing Zhan is very innocent.

As a classmate and friend for many years, I feel that Cang Min is gentle and polite, and cares about the people of the world.

But recently, one thing after another has gradually overturned his cognition, and he is increasingly unable to understand the person in front of him.

The day before yesterday, the woman's well-reasoned defense caused the faith he had held for many years to collapse.

For what kind of personal gain would His Majesty personally hand over the border guarding general to the enemy country?

The enemy country sent people to wipe out your entire family right under your nose, and you also helped the enemy country cover up their tracks?

He couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand it at all.

The man who wielded the knife and confused right and wrong, and his best friend's grandfather, the man he once worshipped as a god.

Both he and King Ning had received his guidance. What did they learn from it?

He couldn't help but doubt himself deeply.

The events of the Dong Bohou Mansion were exposed. This morning, scholars from all over the country and students of the Imperial Academy took up their pens to uphold the justice in their hearts.

He doesn't think this is wrong. Debating right and wrong can better alert people.

Isn't this what students like them should do?

He began to doubt whether all his planning for Prince Ning over the years was worth it.

Are the truth, fairness and justice they pursue truly consistent?

"Let's not worry about these details for now. Xibohou Mansion has been making frequent moves recently. I think they can't sit still any longer."

The Minister of War Xia Yihai was a little anxious.

His father's generation was a distant relative of the Xibohou Mansion. Over the years, Xibohou and his son not only did not maintain their lineage, but also took advantage of their misfortunes. He made up his mind since he was young that when he grew up, he must bring honor to his family and stand against the Xibohou Mansion.

Over the years, he has worked hard to govern the country, risked his life to survive, and returned from the battlefield in the north to assist Prime Minister Song in controlling Dong Bohou and his son, which was a risk of his own conscience.

He was promoted by Prime Minister Song and Prime Minister Yun, and rose step by step to his current position.