Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

She gave birth to two sons and one daughter, who were treated as legitimate sons and daughters in the Marshal's Mansion in the Northern Frontier.

The building was so quiet that one could hear the echo of Xing Chen's words.

"Of course, if uncle is worried that he will miss the three children in Northern Xinjiang, I have already ordered people to bring them back. Aunt is generous and even promised that I will find a bigger yard for their aunt and clean it up, and will never let her suffer any grievances."

I have sent someone to pick him up...

Zhao Chen could naturally hear that this was a threat to him.

But he could only pretend he didn't know and swallow this loss in silence.

He never imagined that his nephew would be so capable.

Xing Chen smiled and asked, "Uncle, do you have any other questions?"

Zhao Chen said with difficulty: "Thank you, Your Majesty... No."

"Very good, then uncle, please hand over the seal of command."

Xing Chen clapped his hands twice, and a figure in armor and holding a sharp weapon walked in from the gate of Zhiting Tower. He walked up to Xing Chen and saluted respectfully.

"General Zhao Yizhong pays respects to His Majesty."

"Cousin, please stand up."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"A good father will have a good son. Cousin, you should take over your uncle's seal of leadership yourself."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Yi walked up to Zhao Chen and bowed to him respectfully.

"Father."

Zhao Chen's back teeth were almost broken from biting them, and he sat there motionless for a long time.

He finally realized why he had been uneasy in the first place.

He also completely understood what was wrong with the so-called promotion to Governor-General of the Two Xinjiangs.

It is a promotion in name only and a demotion in reality. It seems that both sides can be controlled.

But on the one hand, he was trapped in Kyoto, and on the other hand, the seal of the commander of Southern Xinjiang was not given to him, but his seal of the commander of Northern Xinjiang was taken away.

This completely undermined his actual power, but left him with a good reputation.

Even better, in order to stabilize the Northern Frontier, he promoted his legitimate son to be deputy general and accompanied the new Grand Marshal of the Army to perform his duties in the Northern Frontier.

His subordinates in Northern Xinjiang couldn't even trip him up from behind, so there was no reason for chaos.

After all, Zhao Yizhong is the real eldest son of the Marshal's Office.

With the addition of Yan Huan, a man who was able to subdue those troublesome young soldiers of the Imperial Guard in just one year, it was only a matter of time for him to gain a foothold in the Northern Frontier.

This game, from beginning to end, is really well designed and interconnected.

In just one meal, the emperor completely broke the balance that had been maintained for so many years and regained control of the northern and southern regions.

Zhao Yi saluted again, half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to Zhao Chen, and called out again: "Father."

Zhao Chen looked at his palm with a sinister and disgusted look.

"My father's seal is something he always carries with him. Now that you have achieved a high position, you should return it to him."

Zhao Chen's voice came out from between his teeth in a cold voice.

"What a good son of mine!"

Zhao Yi smiled gently and kindly.

"My son must follow my mother's teachings and become an outstanding general like my father."

For Zhao Chen, there was no way out at this point.

The scene of the Regent being imprisoned for secretly expanding the army in southern Xinjiang is still fresh in his mind. If he dares to resist, he will never be able to leave this building.

The emperor drugged the regent just in case he couldn't keep him.

The reason why I didn't give it to him was because there was no such possibility.

If he rose up in resistance, the emperor would directly tell him the number of privately-owned troops in the northern border. If he continued to disobey the order, he would be beheaded on the spot.

With the precedent of the regent, if he took the initiative to seek death, none of the ministers would be able to accuse him.

The Regent has admitted his guilt and he didn't imprison you. You were even promoted. Why are you making such a fuss about nothing?

Zhao Chen clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.

His good son just kept smiling and stretching out his hand to him.

Finally, Zhao Chen put his hands into his arms, and the muscles on his face twitched because he was exerting too much force, making him look hideous.

He took out the seal of command and threw it into Zhao Yizhong's arms.

Zhao Yi picked up the seal again, clasped his fists and bowed to him.

"Thank you father."

Xing Chen looked at Zhao Chen leisurely and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"Uncle, do you have any objection to my arrangement?"

"My lord, thank you Lord for your kindness."

"That's good."

Xing Chen stood up and walked to Zhao Yizhong's side: "Cousin, I won't see you off. It's a long journey. Take care of yourselves. We can drink and chat happily next time we meet."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Go."

Zhao Yi knelt down on the ground and bowed deeply to Xingzhong, then stood up, turned around, and walked out of the gate of Zhiting Tower with firm steps in front of everyone.

After Xing Chen looked around at everyone in the building, he walked out with Eunuch Fu.

The clear voice left a sentence slowly:

"Everyone, the banquet continues. We have nothing to do today, so you should go back later."

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The paint on the long-dilapidated gate of Xiyuan Palace has been peeling off, and the mottled marks silently tell of the loneliness of the deep palace.

Wen Luo's face was pale and bloodless, and he looked almost shaky after walking such a long way.

Wei Rong put his arm on his shoulders and forced him to walk, wiping away tears along the way.

He didn't know why his prince turned out to be like this and was even imprisoned in the palace just when he came to have a meal.

He wants to go back to southern Xinjiang.

I want to take the prince back to southern Xinjiang.

What a cannibalistic shitty Kyoto!

The mottled door creaked open in front of them, and an old lady with disheveled hair and a look of impatience appeared behind the door.

However, when he saw the group of fully armed inspectors behind Wen Luo, he knelt on the ground in panic.

"My Lords, what is the matter?"

"Mammy, please get up. We are just following the order to send someone in. It has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, yes." The old lady knelt aside hastily to make way.

Wei Rong supported Wen Luo and walked into the dilapidated Xiyuan Palace. The gate of Xiyuan Palace was closed heavily behind them.

When the old lady on the ground saw that the door was closed, she quickly jumped up from the ground and stood in front of Wen Luo and Wei Rong with a scoundrel look on her face.

"Hey, you two, now that you're here, do you know whose territory this is?"

Wen Luo weakly raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"The whole world belongs to the king, how come there is someone else's territory in this palace?"

The old lady flicked her dirty fingers.

"Tsk, that sounds nice, but you're dressed like this and you look noble, but you were still thrown in? Now that you're here, do you think His Majesty will still care about your life or death?"

"The deposed crown prince lives in the West Garden. Are you his old nanny?"

"It's none of your business," the old lady sneered, pointing at several rooms in the palace, "Here, here, here, you are not allowed to live here."

Wei Rong was anxious, "Then where does our prince live?"

"Your Majesty? Where is the Prince? Up here, the Crown Prince is useless, so what about your Majesty? You can live wherever you want."

"Don't deceive people too much!"

"What else can you do if I bully you?"

Wei Rong rolled up his sleeves: "You think I don't dare to hit you, right?"

"Hey, go ahead and hit me, try hitting one and see how you do it!"

"Wei Rong." Wen Luo said softly, seeming to be extremely tired, "Let's go to the back and take a look."