Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu heard Wu Juecheng sigh: "Your sixth brother is no ordinary person... After all, he has the potential to become a Grandmaster."

"Who can predict the future? It's not even now!" Zhao Mingfu said, "Didn't Master say that Sixth Brother only has a better chance than ordinary warriors, but he might not be able to cultivate this innate true qi?"

"Besides, even if he really cultivates a breath of innate true qi, it will take at least five or six years. Can my father hold on for another five or six years? I doubt it... By then, when the battle for the throne comes, a top-notch expert won't be able to influence the overall situation."

Wu Juecheng was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "You are a good candidate to be the emperor..."

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Without disturbing the two, Jing Yu carried Ku Du Xuan Guang and escaped back to the palace. He brewed a pot of good tea in the pavilion in the garden and began to think secretly.

My seventh brother is so cunning and treacherous. I have already made it clear that I will not get involved in the fight for the throne, but he insists on dragging me into it. I can't say that I don't care about brotherhood, but there is indeed not much affection left.

As for whether Prince Chengyu of the second sister's family was assassinated by Zhao Mingfu, the two did not say this just now. It can only be said that he is the biggest suspect now. After all, Wu Juecheng is the number one master of Zhao State and the leader of the martial arts world. He has countless martial arts masters under his command... But it is not ruled out that Zhao Mingfu happened to encounter another force that assassinated the prince and took advantage of this to make a fuss.

"The imperial family is the most ruthless..." Jing Yu sighed and finally decided to go to the palace.

Although he was meant to be used as a pawn, and the prince's proposal to establish a crown prince would inevitably arouse suspicion, Jing Yu's progress in body refining had not fallen behind in the past few years. Now he had barely reached the fourth level of body forging. With his precious body alone, he could compete with cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training. Ordinary people in the world could no longer find an opponent for him, and he could retreat calmly in any unexpected situation.

Emperor Zhao is indeed in poor health, but he has yet to appoint a crown prince. If he dies unexpectedly, the imperial city will be plunged into a bloody storm, and the royal family will kill each other. The scene will not be very pleasant.

After all, Jing Yu had lived in Zhao State for nearly twenty years. Although the relationship between his brothers and sisters had become somewhat distant, he did not want to see the day when they would actually go to war against each other.

Then he did not delay any longer, and even did not arrange for a carriage, but strode out of the palace.

When Jing Yu arrived at the palace, he was led to the imperial study by a eunuch, and saw a fat, white old eunuch guarding the door.

This fat, white old eunuch is an old man in the palace. He has followed Emperor Zhao for many years. It is said that he is a martial arts master who is only one step away from becoming a congenital master. Without the appearance of a master, he has almost no rivals.

"Eunuch Li, please tell him that Mingjing wants to see the emperor for something." Jing Yu said politely to the old eunuch.

"Sixth Prince, please wait here. I will report to you." Eunuch Li knew that the Sixth Prince in front of him was not much worse than himself in martial arts, and he had a good impression of Jing Yu. He also responded politely and turned to enter the imperial study.

"Father..."

Jing Yu pricked up his ears and heard someone talking in the imperial study. He wondered, "Fourth Brother's voice? How did he get here first?"

Soon, the faint voice of Emperor Zhao could be heard from the imperial study: "Let him come in too."

Eunuch Li pushed the door open and came out, bowing: "Sixth Prince, His Majesty has summoned you, please excuse yourself!"

Jing Yu didn't waste any words and stepped over the threshold. At this time, the voice of the Fourth Prince Zhao Mingcheng was already very clear from a distance:

"Father, the matter of appointing a crown prince cannot be delayed any longer. No matter which heir you prefer, it should be decided as soon as possible... The people in the court are unsettled right now, and many ministers are secretly colluding. If things go wrong, our royal family will surely suffer the tragedy of fratricide! However, this matter is secondary. I, your son, do not want to see the personal guards under the command of the heirs sacrificed in vain for the selfish interests of the heirs! They are all good sons of our Great Zhao..."

Jing Yu paused and was stunned when he heard that.

Fourth brother is also here to discuss the issue of establishing a crown prince?

But fourth brother Zhao Mingcheng has always been a steady and mature person. Why does he want to be the first to speak out today?

When Emperor Zhao saw Jing Yu coming in, he snorted softly, "It's so lively today, everyone is here."

"Father!" Jing Yu did not perform any great ceremony, but simply bowed to Emperor Zhao. He secretly looked up at the old man who was about to turn sixty, and found that his head was now full of silver hair, with only a few black strands scattered among the white hair. His face was tired, his eye sockets were sunken, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be deeper than his eye sockets. The original majesty of the emperor was gone, and instead he looked more like an ordinary, skinny old man.

Jing Yu was stunned. When did his father become so old?

The Zhao Emperor's voice was filled with weariness, "Sixth Brother, what are you doing here again?"

"Father, I heard that the prince of my second sister's palace was assassinated..."

Emperor Zhao closed his eyes slightly. "Yes, how much more do you know?"

"I only heard that someone was assassinated, but I don't know which prince it was or whether he was in trouble." Seventh brother Zhao Mingfu spoke vaguely. Jing Yu did not lie. He really did not know the specific situation.

"Cheng Yu is dead." Emperor Zhao simply closed his eyes.

It was Zhao Chengyu! Second Sister's most proud son! And he died instantly!

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Has the murderer been caught?"

"The murderer is a prostitute from Qingyin Tower... Chengyu had a banquet with a friend today. This man was originally invited to play music at the palace, but who knew he would pull out a rapier from the end of his zither and stab me..."

Zhao Mingcheng, standing by, tugged at Jing Yu's sleeve and whispered, "I just listened to the report from below. This female assassin is quite skilled, probably at least first-rate. She was incredibly skilled and so close to Cheng Yu that the personal guards couldn't intervene, resulting in Cheng Yu being struck in the throat with a single blow. Even a god couldn't have saved her at that moment."

"After the female assassin succeeded, she bit the poison pill under her tongue and crushed it. She died instantly... It seems she was a determined person."

"So that's what's going on..." Jing Yu murmured, "To be able to get a top-notch expert to serve as his assassin, the assassin must have a very powerful force behind him."

Zhao Mingcheng smiled bitterly and said, "My second sister has gone completely crazy now. She has surrounded Qingyin Tower with the royal guards and has detained dozens of prostitutes. It is said that several guests with strong connections have also been detained..."

"Father, the matter of appointing a crown prince cannot be delayed any longer." Jing Yu frowned and said, "My second sister, third sister, and fifth brother have been fighting each other for the past few years, and now they have even lost a prince... What kind of thing is this!"

Emperor Zhao was silent for a long time, then sighed, "Well, it's time."

"Sixth Brother, Fourth Brother came here on his own initiative to persuade me to appoint a crown prince. Did you come here on your own initiative as well?"

"My seventh brother came to see me once and mentioned it to me, but no one forced me to come. This should have been done five years ago, but it was dragged on until now." Jing Yu said in a muffled voice.

The next moment, Emperor Zhao's words were like a thunderbolt:

"Sixth Brother, do you want to be the emperor?"