Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1952

It wasn't until the fourth bowl that Emperor Zhaowu finally couldn't help but gently press the golden jade bowl with his hand, "Father..."

Xiao Yunde's hand paused in mid-air for a long time before he slowly withdrew it.

He put down the bowl, looked up at the inky sky outside the window, and said, "I wonder if Chu Jun is eating well? She doesn't take care of herself. She forgets to eat and sleep when she is writing."

He looked away, as if asking himself, and also asking Emperor Zhaowu, "You said, someone took the King of Chu away, what was their purpose?"

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the back of his father's hand with slightly protruding veins, thought for a moment, and said softly, "Father, there are some things I say that might make you angry."

"You say." Xiao Yunde waved his hand. "At this point, what right do I have to be angry with anyone?"

Emperor Zhaowu considered his words and said, "My son thinks that Madam Tang's disappearance may be related to your dismissal of the harem. How many noble families were upset by your dismissal of the harem? Those women left the harem like fish out of water. How did you expect them to live?"

"Go on." Xiao Yunde listened, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

"No matter how generous the compensation you give them, and how you tacitly allow these women to remarry, it cannot offset the loss of face for the family. You have an iron fist, and you dared to take down even the Empress Dowager. Naturally, the noble families dare not compete with you on this matter."

At this point, the answer was obvious. "Now that you are going to marry Madam Tang, in the eyes of those noble families, it is tantamount to telling the world that the noblewoman they carefully nurtured is not as good as a remarried woman."

This is like stomping hard on the faces of the powerful and wealthy families!

It is normal for the powerful and wealthy families to be so angry that they take risks and ruin the marriage.

Xiao Yunde's face was as gloomy as iron.

Throughout his life, he recovered lost territories, rectified administration, quelled border troubles, and restored national prestige; each of these achievements were real.

But when it came to the matter of disbanding the harem, the unofficial historians were as sharp as knives and the censors' memorials were as sharp as arrows, and every word and sentence accused him of "destroying the ancestral system and disrupting social order."

Xiao Yunde sneered.

How could he not know that there were undercurrents? He just didn't expect that those people would dare to target Tang Chujun.

"Father," Emperor Zhaowu whispered, "If this is truly the work of an aristocratic family, they must have a backup plan. Madam Tang's safety..."

"They dare not." Xiao Yunde slowly stood up, his hands clenched in his sleeves until his knuckles turned white, "If Lord Chu loses even a hair, I will let all those so-called century-old families be buried with him."

There was a coldness in his eyes, which frightened Emperor Zhaowu.

Emperor Zhaowu remembered that the last time he saw his father's eyes like this was during the Qingchen Project, when his father was confronting Empress Dowager Jiqing in the court.

The father and son chatted for a while before Emperor Zhaowu said, "We must be careful about this matter. This concerns Madam Tang's safety, so don't provoke these noble families. As long as the person is alive, everything else can be discussed."

Xiao Yunde nodded.

Outside, Xiao Shuzi stood on the left side of the door, and Eunuch Qi stood on the right side of the door.

The two of them just stared at each other, not daring to exchange any information. Now each of them had a master, and even if the masters were very close, they were not allowed to exchange any information.

It was not until they saw Emperor Zhaowu walking slowly out of the hall that the two of them went up to greet him.

Xiao Shuzi followed Emperor Zhaowu away, and Eunuch Qi asked someone to go in and pick up the leftovers.

He looked at the empty bowl in front of his master and finally breathed a sigh of relief.