The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

A group of people left the bedroom of the Emperor of Western Yan in a mighty procession and went to the meeting hall.

"A country cannot be without a king for a day. Now there are only six princes left. What do you think?" A Yuanqi looked at everyone solemnly, with a trace of bright red blood on the tip of the knife.

"General A Yuanqi is right! I suggest that the Sixth Prince ascend the throne immediately!"

"I second the proposal!"

"I second the proposal!"

"Wait, ascending the throne is a big deal. Now all the princes have died tragically, and the emperor is bedridden. It's a turbulent time—"

"In these troubled times, we need a king who can calm the hearts of the people in the Western Yan court. I request that the Sixth Prince ascend the throne immediately!" A Yuanqi leaned over and said.

The man's expression did not change, and he said slowly: "General A Yuanqi, why should you be anxious? Now the identity of the Sixth Prince is still undecided. If we let him ascend the throne so easily, what if this person is an imposter? Wouldn't that mess up the bloodline of our Western Yan royal family!"

"Didn't you see the blood test just now? The Sixth Prince's blood mixed with the Emperor's, so he must be the Emperor's son! You are slandering the royal bloodline. Come on, arrest him!" A Yuanqi said with narrowed eyes.

"General A Yuanqi, why are you so angry? Come and have a cup of tea to moisten your throat and calm down." Another person walked in from the door. He was General Wuhe, one of the four great generals together with A Yuanqi.

"What are you doing here!" A Yuanqi glared at the person who came.

"The royal bloodline is related to the entire Western Yan, how can I not come and see it?" Wuhe said with a smile.

"Generals, there is no need to argue for me. My name is engraved on the jade disc. If you need witnesses, I have them. If General Wuhe suspects my bloodline, you can check it. I am not afraid."

Wuyou remained calm as if nothing had happened and looked at General Wuhe indifferently.

"Hahaha, Sixth Prince, you are overthinking. This general does not doubt Sixth Prince. It's just that we need to verify his identity right now."

Wuyou glanced at him calmly: "Please do as you please."

"Report——"

"The Grand Master of Yue State is leading 100,000 elite troops at the border, intending to attack Western Yan! Please send troops to support us as soon as possible!"

Wuyou looked at everyone and said, "If you have any ideas, please tell me directly."

A Yuanqi and Wuhe's faces looked very ugly. They had all experienced how powerful this Yue State Grand Tutor was. Now Western Yan was leaderless. If Yue State attacked at this time, Western Yan would be in danger.

"The Grand Tutor of Yue State is extremely difficult to deal with and often uses troops in unexpected ways. This time he probably knew about the civil strife in Western Yan and wanted to take this opportunity to attack. I'm afraid he won't leave easily." A Yuanqi said with a serious face.

"I have fought with that Grand Tutor three times and lost all three times. This man is much better than an ordinary person in leading troops. I suggest we seek peace with the Kingdom of Yue." General Wuhe's face also looked unhappy.

"But if we ask for peace, what if Yue asks for too much?"

Wuhe rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you have a better idea, just tell me."

The man shrank back, lowered his head and said nothing.

Wuyou didn't show any expression, and asked in a deep voice: "Does anyone have any other ideas?"

There was complete silence for a long while. Wuyou withdrew his gaze and glanced at Feng Jiuqing inconspicuously. It turned out that his Qingqing was so powerful that just the word "Grand Tutor" could scare this group of people into asking for peace immediately.

"If not, I have a solution. I will write a letter to the Grand Tutor of Yue Kingdom later, and maybe it will stop the war."

"Who do you think you are? Can a letter calm down the war?" The Fourth Prince's people have disliked Wuyou for a long time, but they never had the chance. Now is the perfect time to stir up trouble.

Wuyou said calmly: "Because the Emperor of Yue is my cousin." Of course it's because the Grand Tutor of Yue is my cousin!

The ministers were shocked for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that the Sixth Prince seemed to be the son of the Princess of Yue, and the Emperor of Yue was indeed his cousin.

Perhaps the Emperor of Dai Viet would not attack Western Yan for his sake?

"Everyone knows that the little emperor of Yue Kingdom listens to the Grand Tutor? Even if the little emperor is your cousin, the Grand Tutor of Yue Kingdom may not agree to withdraw the troops!" The Fourth Prince's men continued to add fuel to the fire.

Wuyou's eyes were slightly cold, and he sneered: "So, you have a better way? Why don't you tell me? Let everyone see your tricks."

"I didn't say there was a way!" the man lowered his head hurriedly.

"Since you have no solution, what are you talking about here? Someone, come! Drag him out!" Wuyou said in a deep voice.

Someone immediately stepped forward and grabbed the man and dragged him out. After all, the guards in the palace also had eyes. The emperor only had this one prince left, so who else would succeed him to the throne?

Of course, they needed to leave a good impression in front of the new emperor and let the new emperor see their sincerity.

No one tried to stop him, after all, the peace talks still depended on the prince.

Wuyou said softly: "If there is no objection, I will write a letter to the Grand Tutor now. What do you think?"

"I have no objection." All the ministers said in unison.

Wuyou immediately wrote a letter, had it circulated among everyone, and then had it sent to the border at an urgent speed of 800 miles.

After this incident, the ministers who were originally dissatisfied with Wuyou now couldn't help but look up to him. He was not at all flustered in major events, and he knew when to advance and retreat, so he was worthy of being a king.

Feng Jiuqing smiled at Wuyou. As expected of his younger brother, he had some of his magnanimity.

Finally, the ministers decided that Wuyou would take over the government and live in the East Palace, assisted by the prime minister and several generals.

After all the ministers left, Princess Songshan came to see Wuyou alone. When the palace maid came to report, Wuyou was talking to Feng Jiuqing, and her smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Meet her, after all, she is——"

Wuyou then nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to you, brother."

"Let the princess in."

Princess Songshan came in soon. She looked at Wuyou without blinking. Wuyou dismissed the palace servants, looked at Princess Songshan calmly and asked, "Princess, is there something you need here?"

Princess Songshan stretched out her hand in a daze, but Wuyou turned his head away from her hand.

Princess Songshan was unaware of anything and hugged Wuyou into her arms: "Damn it, Ale, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay."

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows. Wuyou actually has a name called Ah Le? When he asked Wuyou before, Wuyou clearly told him that he didn't have a name. Ha, the little brat lied to him again.

Wuyou’s whole body stiffened, and he wanted to push away the person who was hugging him and crying, but for some reason, he never pushed her away.

Princess Songshan cried for a long time before letting Wuyou go. She touched Wuyou's warm face and asked softly, "Ale, have you been doing well these years?"

Wuyou said calmly: "What do you think, Princess?"

Princess Songshan cried even harder. How could Ale live well in the slave camp? Later he was sold to a faraway place and even fell off a cliff. How could he be okay?

How can he be well?

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all because of me who failed to protect you! I'm sorry!"

Wuyou still looked calm and said: "It has nothing to do with you, it's just that Wuyou has a bad fate."