No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

"Go and bring that beast here!" Emperor Kangxi was furious.

Liang Jiugong immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

There is no father and son in the royal family, but this does not include the Emperor and the Crown Prince.

If the Emperor is angry and he dares to carry out the order, he will no longer be alive tomorrow.

"Even you dare to disobey me?" Emperor Kangxi was furious when he saw that he did not move.

Inside the imperial tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Liang Jiugong knelt on the cold ground, his body shaking uncontrollably like a sieve.

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, but he didn't dare raise his hands to wipe them.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; only his breathing, which became heavier due to fear, could be heard clearly.

He knew very well that he was in great trouble. The Emperor's thoughts were always difficult to guess, and now he felt an invisible pressure enveloping his whole body.

Every second of waiting was like torture. His legs had long been numb and his knees were in excruciating pain.

But he still didn't dare to move at all, nor did he dare to respond to the question that he hadn't heard but was like a thorn in his back.

He didn't even dare to stand up rashly, as if any slight movement would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

Liang Jiugong knelt on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly, tears welling up in his eyes and then slowly sliding down his cheeks.

He bit his lower lip tightly, swallowing the sobs back into his throat, leaving only the silently flowing tears to tell of his inner fear.

Emperor Kangxi stared quietly at the familiar figure in front of him, and his brows gradually relaxed.

Thinking back to the time when the Third Festival was held, he also couldn't sleep at night, and would secretly kneel at the foot of his bed and cry silently.

The countless days and nights of hard work suddenly came to my mind.

Thinking of this, the anger in Emperor Kangxi's heart gradually dissipated, and he finally couldn't bear to continue to make things difficult for him.

Never mind, it’s not this servant’s fault!

"Since you don't dare to go, I will go myself!" Emperor Kangxi stood up and threw the memorial in his hand.

He commanded: "It's all destroyed!"

Liang Jiugong immediately stood up, wiped his face, called the young eunuch outside, and made a gesture of wiping his neck to him.

This means that all evidence will be destroyed and the matter will be left unresolved.

After giving all the instructions, Liang Jiugong bent his body and slowly walked out of the imperial tent before he straightened up.

His tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and secretly rejoiced.

Serving the king is like serving a tiger, that's all.

This time, he managed to get through the danger again by accurately understanding Emperor Kangxi's thoughts.

He knew very well that Emperor Kangxi had complicated feelings towards the prince. It was the emperor's expectation for the crown prince, the father's love for his son, and the king's consideration and protection of the future of the country.

This fatherly heart is like a bottomless pool. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, it actually hides turbulent undercurrents and endless variables.

Liang Jiugong has been in the palace for many years and has long developed a pair of sharp eyes that can see through people's hearts and a cautious heart.

He understood that once this fatherly heart was worn away, the prince's good days would be over.

Emperor Kangxi went to the second bright yellow tent not far away. This was the prince's tent. The bright yellow color was very conspicuous among the gray and white tents.

Such uniqueness, such favoritism, clearly demonstrates the power of the prince, but he is still not satisfied.

Emperor Kangxi stood on the top of a small hill, looking at the lonely and thin figure of the prince in the distance, his heart filled with sadness and confusion.

The image of the prince who was once high-spirited and intelligent seemed to still be before his eyes, but now he has become decadent and confused.

His thoughts drifted back to the past. The little prince was as delicate as a piece of jade, and his soft body was in his arms. He felt infinite joy in his heart.

At that time, he had to fight with countless people every time he opened his eyes. His only hope was that his children could grow up safely.

The Qing Dynasty had a crown prince, which represented the continuation of the next generation.

It will be even more difficult for those who want the Qing Dynasty to perish.

His love for the prince is consistent with his love for the country.

But now, the prince has grown up and is no longer a child who has his say determined.

As an adult man, he naturally began to desire power and grow ambitious.

Those eyes that were once clear and bright are now filled with gloom and suspicion, and even brothers can be so cruel.

Emperor Kangxi raised his hand, trying to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, but found that the tears were flowing like a spring and he couldn't stop them.

He was heartbroken by the prince's fall, sad that his years of hard work had gone to waste, and even more melancholy about the crumbling relationship between father and son.

The prince was holding a book in his hand. This was his habit since childhood, and he had nothing to do except reading.

He was not allowed to participate in court affairs, could not have close contacts with court officials, and could not have bad habits. He could only read and write.

Emperor Kangxi felt mixed emotions when he saw him frowning and scolding a young eunuch and kicking the man over.

He could understand the prince's anxiety: the fourth prince's outstanding performance in many affairs recently was like a bright star, shining brightly in the court and winning praise from many ministers.

Even though he had a cold and sullen face and never interacted with court officials, the new policies he implemented were deeply popular.

Whether it was building water conservancy projects to promote agricultural harvests or cleverly resolving the locust plague crisis, they all demonstrated extraordinary strategy and courage.

The prince was trapped in the upper study, buried in books every day. His former glory seemed a little dimmed by the brilliance of the fourth prince.

Not to mention that there is an older brother who has made many military achievements above him, and a third brother who is quite favored by Han officials in the middle.

How could Emperor Kangxi be completely unaware of the resentment and unwillingness in his heart?

But the crown prince is the heir to the throne, and the crown prince must face these pressures, otherwise how can he accomplish anything?

Emperor Kangxi favored him and gave him confidence, and he also hoped that he could get the support of his brothers so that his future would be easier.

But I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Emperor Kangxi stopped and sighed deeply.

He really couldn't bear to give up the legitimate son he had raised for many years, nor did he want to see his sons fall into chaos due to the struggle for power.

"Forget it, let's give the prince another chance." Emperor Kangxi muttered to himself, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"The Emperor didn't come over, he went back," Xiao Muzi got up from the ground and immediately reported.

The prince resisted the urge to turn around, lowering his voice but unable to suppress his anger: "Come in with me!"

Xiao Muzi had just been kicked quite hard, and there was still the prince's shoe print on his face.

He concealed all his expressions, showed an appearance of utter loyalty, and followed in.

"You mean, the emperor thinks I did it and even didn't let me confront him, but he just convicted me of the crime?" The prince could not accept this at all.

If today's assassination was about the boss, he wouldn't be so angry even if he was slandered.

But the fourth brother has a very good relationship with him, so he would never do such a thing.

Does the Emperor think that he is...jealous?