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

Bai Yunjin hadn't even finished investigating the imperial examination fraud case, but he was once again ordered to investigate the murderer who killed the Grand Tutor. Bai Yunjin was stunned when he received this imperial edict. Everyone knew that the Grand Tutor was killed by His Majesty, but he was still asked to investigate. How should he investigate?

But after he met Mo Ling, he was almost certain that the death of the Grand Tutor had nothing to do with Mo Ling. However, after investigating again and again, he could only trace the child's family, but could not find the person behind it. Under heavy pressure, Bai Yunjin had to close the case.

The culprit was executed along with his entire clan, but the nine clans consisted of only the mother and her son, and these two had died long ago, so the execution of the nine clans was almost the same as nothing happening.

No matter Wuyou, Nangong Yu, Prime Minister Lu or Duke Shen were all dissatisfied with the result, so the entire Wenquan Imperial Manor was sentenced to exile. The death squads that King Nancheng had hidden in Wenquan Imperial Manor with great effort were all escorted to the northern border by the Black Armored Army led by Wen Chu.

Because Prime Minister Jian fell ill due to anger, the inspection of the Ministry of Personnel was not carried out. Not only that, the two prime ministers were recuperating, and Prince Nancheng took the opportunity to promote his people to the position of deputy prime ministers, and the vacant position in the Ministry of Rites was again filled by his people. From then on, except for the Ministry of Justice headed by Bai Yunjin, the important officials of the other five ministries were all Prince Nancheng's people.

Mo Ling reviewed memorials day and night, but eventually he fell ill and was bedridden. Prince Nancheng took over the palace.

All the generals under the Grand Tutor, as well as the people from the Grand Tutor's Mansion, together with the people escorting the Wenquan Imperial Manor, carried the coffin north to bury Feng Jiuqing in the northern border.

Mo Ling tried to stop them, but the palace was already under the control of King Nancheng, and Mo Ling was sent back by the guards before he even left the palace.

King Nancheng didn't dare to bet that those soldiers who lost their marshal would be so angry that they would rebel, so the best way was to let Mo Ling not provoke them.

Fortunately, the last time Jiang Yuan burned the mourning hall, the people from the Grand Tutor's Mansion had already moved Feng Jiuqing away. Otherwise, if Jiang Yuan had burned Feng Jiuqing, I'm afraid that now Dayue would not only have to fight with Nanzhao and Xiyan, but also with the Youyun Army, a group of people who are more bandit-like than bandits.

Although Mo Ling had a lot of soldiers under his command, most of them had never been on the battlefield. The two most capable armies were the Youyun Army under the Grand Tutor and the Zhenxi Army led by the Shen family, the Grand Tutor's mother's family.

Despite their explanation, Nanzhao and Western Yan were still ready to make a move, and the King of Nancheng had to gather several times the number of troops to intimidate them. As for the Northern Rong, the Youyun Army was now worried that they had no place to vent their anger, and if they went south, they would be sending themselves to death. Besides, the northern border had almost become independent from Dai Viet, and the King of Nancheng could not control it even if he wanted to.

Dai Viet Royal Palace, Xuanshi Hall.

In less than a month, Mo Ling had become emaciated, with sunken cheeks and pale lips. He sat weakly on the couch, looking more like a patient than the King of Nancheng.

There was no ripple in Mo Ling's dark eyes, and he said weakly: "How long are you going to keep me imprisoned? Now that you are in power, why don't you just kill me?"

The King of Nancheng was as gentle as usual, and even the concern in his eyes did not diminish at all. He said softly: "A Ling, what nonsense are you talking about? You are sick, and the emperor just wants you to rest and recover."

Mo Ling chuckled twice and looked at King Nancheng with no emotion in his eyes.

"Now that it's like this, why do you have to lie to me again, brother? If you want to ascend the throne, I can write you a decree of succession. I only ask that you, brother, bury me in the suburbs of the capital, next to your cenotaph, for the sake of our friendship over the years."

King Nancheng shook his head and sighed: "A Ling, you are the emperor. Even if you are buried, you will be buried in the imperial mausoleum. I cannot agree to your request."

It's not that the King of Nancheng didn't want to agree, but he was not stupid. Everyone in the world thought that Mo Ling deliberately planned to kill him because the Grand Tutor was more powerful than the master, especially those under Feng Xiyu. If he dared to bury Mo Ling next to Feng Xiyu's tomb, I'm afraid that the Youyun Army would march south the moment they got the news.

Besides, he has been ill for so many years, why should he let Mo Ling get what he wanted?

Mo Ling looked at the King of Nancheng expressionlessly: "Why? I only have this one request. If you don't want to be charged with murdering the emperor, I can commit suicide and never dirty your hands. Anyway, I don't have Qingqing anymore, so what's the difference between being alive and dead?"

The King of Nancheng smiled gently and said softly: "My brother has never thought of becoming the emperor, nor has he thought of killing you, Aling. In the future, you will still be the emperor of Dayue. My brother is just the regent."

Mo Ling listened without any emotion: "The Regent King and the Grand Master are both in a similar position, neither of them is legitimate nor reasonable. Why doesn't my brother just take the throne directly? Wouldn't it be better if he is not controlled by anyone?"

King Nancheng stood up, no longer as gentle and kind as before, and his every move revealed his sharpness.

"When I was nineteen years old and still the famous Southern Prince in the capital, I thought about becoming the emperor. But then I was seriously injured and couldn't recover. Even if I wanted to, there was no chance."

"When you first ascended the throne, I thought about being a wise king. It would be nice to assist you in becoming a wise ruler."