Time Travel: Brothel Maid

The emperor's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he immediately issued an order without hesitation.

The vacant positions left by the officials who had just been dismissed and investigated were filled again with officials named one by one by the emperor.

As the names came out of the emperor's mouth one by one, the ministers were astonished.

They found that these officials, without exception, were all from the Imperial Noble Consort's family, and were also people who had a close relationship with the Eighth Prince.

Everyone had expressions of shock and disbelief; they couldn't understand why His Majesty would do this.

If the Eighth Prince really comes back alive, then this action is tantamount to paving the way for the Eighth Prince!

The implications of this are truly disturbing.

The fourth prince Zhao Yunye was even more shocked. Not only did his father remove several of his people, but he also promoted his eighth brother's people to important positions. Is he going to fall out of favor with his father?

The Fourth Prince Zhao Yunye secretly gritted his teeth, with complex emotions surging in his chest. He lowered his eyes to hide the resentment, unwillingness and jealousy in his eyes.

Eighth brother, eighth brother, you deserve to die just like your vixen mother!

This time, you'd better die. Otherwise, Fourth Brother will never be merciful again!

Finally, the emperor was exhausted from excessive grief. He waved his hand and retired from the court. He returned to the harem in a weak state and summoned a newly favored concubine, Concubine Qing. She comforted him tenderly and lovingly, and only then did his sadness ease a little.

An incense stick of time later, in a secluded courtyard of Prince Zunyi's Palace.

Zhao Yunrong leaned back in the armchair, listening to Fu Qi'an narrating what had happened in the court today.

When she heard that her father had replaced Fourth Brother's men with his own people, a ripple appeared in her calm eyes.

It turns out that the emperor still has some feelings for his son?

Then, Zhao Yunrong laughed at himself again and rejected the ridiculous idea in his mind.

I think my father was just mourning the woman he loved the most, and felt guilty about the woman who died early and left him only a son, so he wanted to make up for it to his son.

His mother died at the moment when his father loved her the most, before he had time to feel disgusted with her.

Just right, it can fill the emperor's heart with nostalgia and regret.

Lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, she received the emperor's lifelong love, but unfortunately, she left this world early and was unable to raise her own son.

Zhao Yunrong's dark eyes became colder and colder, and his heart was filled with indifference.

Oh, does father really love his imperial concubine as much as he shows?

If he loved her so much, he would not have favored a lowly palace maid just a few days after her death.

However, after only a few months, she began to ignore the only child she left behind and allowed her other sons to bully her at will.

My father's love is so cheap and fickle.

Seeing that the Eighth Prince remained unmoved and showed no joy at all after hearing such good news about the favorable situation, Fu Qi'an couldn't help but mutter in his heart that this scheming Eighth Prince was becoming more and more difficult to guess.

He said tentatively, "According to a secret report from Imperial Physician Jiang of the Imperial Hospital, your Majesty's health is deteriorating. Although he only looks a little tired now, his inner foundation has long been shaken. His Qi and blood are not full, which is not a sign of longevity."

Zhao Yunrong snorted in his heart. Imperial Doctor Jiang was a very cautious person. Now that he said that his father's health was not good, he was afraid that the real situation was three times worse.

Seeing that the Eighth Prince in the armchair was still calm, Fu Qi'an couldn't help but feel nervous. It was a serious crime to comment on the Emperor's health. He didn't know what the Eighth Prince wanted to do by taking such a huge risk to place people in the Imperial Hospital to monitor the Emperor's health.

Could it be that he wanted to...

Just when Fu Qi'an was trembling with fear, the calm Eighth Prince finally spoke, "Is the emperor still doting on Concubine Qing recently?"

"Almost half of the time in a month, he stayed in Concubine Qing's palace. The Queen and other concubines only had the favor once or twice a month."

Fu Qi'an finished speaking respectfully, and then he heard a mocking voice, "Humph, he is still strong and healthy. He is over fifty years old and still has sex every night. He is not afraid of being exhausted and dying in bed!"

Fu Qi'an was horrified. Such disrespectful, treasonous and even curse words, if they were heard by His Majesty, he, who had only heard it, would not be able to escape the death penalty.

Why did the prince suddenly become so outspoken? He couldn't say such things even in a place where no one was around!

Fu Qi'an looked at the Eighth Prince, who was sitting on the seat with a sarcastic expression, in confusion. In just a moment, the Eighth Prince's expression changed, and he returned to his usual mysterious look. He said leisurely, "Does Concubine Qing have anything else to say?"

"In fact, Your Majesty has been a little bit listless in your boudoir lately. Please go to the market to find some interesting things, which may help to consolidate your favor."

"She is not satisfied. Half of our father's time is spent on her, and she still thinks it is not enough. Could it be that she wants to be favored exclusively?"

Zhao Yunrong twirled the jade ring on his thumb, his expression unclear, "Forget it, go find the madam in Zuihualou and ask her to find some new toys that can help with the pleasures of the boudoir and send them to Concubine Qing."

"Yes."

Zhao Yunrong looked at the respectful Fu Qi'an in front of him and continued to ask, "Have you made any progress in finding the mysterious woman I asked you to find yesterday? Have you found any clues?"

Fu Qian'an's heart began to beat rapidly. Lying in front of the sharp-eyed Eighth Prince required not only great courage, but also perfect acting skills.

He bowed slightly and said with difficulty, "I dare not make a big fuss. Now the officials of the capital are looking for the prince's whereabouts. I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will bring trouble to the prince. I can't attract people's attention. I can only investigate quietly, but I found nothing and failed to find the trace of the mysterious woman. I am incompetent, please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Although Zhao Yunrong was unhappy when he heard this, he knew that what Fu Qian said was true. Now everyone must be very alert. If someone follows the clues and finds out that he is the one looking for someone, then all his careful plans will be ruined.

We can only send someone to look for that mysterious and beautiful woman after a few days.

In the next few days, he will still be missing without a trace, and his life or death is unknown. Doesn’t someone want him dead?

Then he would take advantage of the situation and take advantage of this opportunity to see clearly the undercurrents hidden in the court and make good arrangements. It is still unknown who will be the winner in the future!

"Forget it, just do your part and go down."

Fu Qian looked at the vicious look that flashed across the prince's eyes, and bowed and left in a state of doubt and confusion.

"Subordinates retire."