My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

After Yan Yuanzong left angrily, Cui Hongjing stood there for a long time.

"Your wife is now going to become someone else's wife," he thought about Yan Yuanzong's words, his expression calm, but his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Next to him, there was a stump of an osmanthus tree sticking out of the ground.

As long as he was in the mansion, he would come to check on the tree stump every day to see if it had sprouted and whether it would survive.

But every time, I am disappointed.

He squatted down and carefully stroked the rough bark with his slender fingertips.

This was the last thought his royal grandfather left him.

After being baked by the hot summer sun, the bark had begun to dry in some places. As he brushed his fingertips over it, a small piece actually fell off.

His heart ached again, and his trembling fingertips reached out for the bark that had fallen to the ground.

But just when he picked up the piece of bark, he suddenly found a young sprout had sprouted out of the soil under the bark.

The young shoots are only half as tall as a little finger, but the leaves at the top are already beginning to unfold.

It is exactly the shape of an osmanthus leaf.

Cui Hongjing was surprised and happy. He held the young sprout in his hands and tears fell down.

He never expected that although the tree stump was dead, the roots underground were still alive and a new osmanthus tree had grown.

"Grandfather, Grandfather, did you see it? It's alive. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree that you and your grandson planted back then is alive again! Xue'er is right. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree has a very strong vitality. Even at the last moment, it will not give up. As long as it lives, it will never give up..."

Zhuang Xiang, who was far away, heard his prince sobbing, and hurried over, calling out with some concern, "Prince?"

Cui Hongjing suddenly stood up, turned around and walked quickly towards the palace.

As he walked, he said, "Send someone to protect that seedling. If it dies, you will be buried with it!"

Zhuang Xiang shuddered all over. This prince was even more cruel than when he had tricked the princess into being buried with him!

Cui Qimo still lives in his bedroom.

When Cui Hongjing pushed the door open and entered, he was lying on the couch, repeating over and over again, "Rebellious son, how dare you treat me like this? You will not die a good death..."

When Cui Hongjing came in, Cui Qimo seemed to be in high spirits immediately. "You rebellious son, quickly let Concubine Shu come to see me! I would rather pass the throne to her son who only knows how to play with flowers and plants than give it to you and Cui Hongxiao. You are all evil, and you will go to the eighteenth level of hell after you die."

Cui Hongjing sneered: "Your Majesty, I advise you to stop struggling. If you save some energy, you can live a few more days."

Cui Qimo was a little crazy: "You rebellious son, did you hear me? I order you to summon Concubine Shu to see me! I am the emperor, the emperor!"

Cui Hongjing simply pulled a chair and sat down in front of him, saying with a fake smile: "Father, are you getting old and confused? Have I ever told you that when General Xiang was executed, it was Concubine Shu and my eighth brother who led you away from the execution ground. Oh, and it was his son, Prince Yan, who only knows how to play with flowers and plants, who contacted the palace for me."

"Ah...you, what did you say?..." Cui Qimo felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and he fell on the couch with a thud, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, today I want to tell you that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in my house is alive. It was planted by my grandfather. Your kingdom is destined to end in your hands. Because I will never allow your bloodline to inherit the throne! Therefore, I advise you again to pass the throne to Prince Xiao as soon as possible. He is the son of my grandfather and your younger brother. Only he can ascend the throne!"

He stood up and was about to leave, but turned back halfway and looked coldly at Cui Qimo, who was lingering on the couch. "If your father is willing to issue an edict to pass on the throne, I will cure the poison of the health tea that your father has been poisoned with, and your father can enjoy the wealth and glory of the emperor. If your father is stubborn and dies accidentally, your son will also let Prince Xiao ascend the throne! Your father should think about it carefully."

As the door slammed shut, Cui Qimo's cursing could be heard again in the hall, interspersed with violent coughing.

After discussing disaster relief with Prince Xiao, it was already evening. Cui Hongjing wanted to go back to his residence, but he saw Zhuang Xiang rushing into the palace. "Reporting to Prince Xiao and Your Majesty, I just received a report that according to Helian Lanfeng's confession, our people have completely destroyed his old nest in the capital. Knowing that their master was captured, his old subordinates in Nanyue have fled in all directions. General Xiang has brought his men to Yuezhou, and they will soon be wiped out."

Cui Hongxiao and Cui Hongjing showed no expression. This result was expected.

“Okay! That Helian Lanfeng will be taken out of the Meridian Gate tomorrow and torn into pieces by five horses for public display. As for my second brother…” Cui Hongxiao turned his gaze to Cui Hongjing.

Cui Hongjing sighed, "After all, he is a brother. How about we keep him as a decent person? What do you think, Sixth Brother?"

Cui Hongxiao nodded and said, "Spread the word that the Xiangxi Dam was blown up by Helian Lanfeng. He is the culprit of this flood!"

Cui Hongjing agreed: "When executing someone, tighten his mouth and don't let him talk nonsense, and don't stop the people from venting their emotions. As long as there is no big trouble, there is no need to interfere."

After that, he spread a piece of paper in front of Cui Hongxiao and ground some ink for him with his own hands: "Sixth brother, please issue the decree! You are the only prince and the future emperor, so it is you who should issue the decree."

Zhuang Xiang received the order and was about to make arrangements, but suddenly thought of something and turned back to say, "Oh, there is one more thing. Our people found a crazy woman in Helian Lanfeng's old nest in the capital. The palace guards who went with him recognized her. It was Mei Zhihua, the concubine of Prime Minister Mei. When she was found, she was skinny and covered with wounds. She was crying and laughing while holding a dead baby that had turned black and smelled. The dead baby's umbilical cord was not even cut. The guard wanted to bring Mei Zhihua back to revive her first, but she died on the way. She was still laughing wildly before she died, and she kept saying something crazy, saying that she was the queen and the child she gave birth to was the prince."

Cui Hongjing and Cui Hongxiao looked at each other. After a moment, Cui Hongxiao said, "Bury it right here. Remember to keep it a secret and don't tell anyone about it."

Zhuang Xiang said "hmm" and left.

Cui Hongxiao said softly: "If Prime Minister Mei knew about this, he would be sad. After all, she is his biological daughter. If it is made public, it will damage the reputation of the Mei family."