Rebirth: Phoenix Riding the Ninth Heaven

Wang Yuyan looked at the eldest prince sleeping in the bed with mixed feelings in her heart. There was nothing in this world that he cared about too much. Her husband rubbed his face on the ground for another woman. Wang Yuyan secretly swore that there was nothing in this world that he cared about too much. Since he gave up on herself, then she would give up on him. I also want to see braces. I made a decision in my quiet sleepy heart. For this matter, no matter how much it costs, he will do it.

No matter what the former and harem concubines wore, Wang Yuyan didn't care how his lack of face made him lose his dignity. Since he sat in this position, he had the power to decide some things. What was face? Face was not for others to see, but earned by oneself. Others could give you face and also take it back. Since others didn't give you face, you had to earn it back yourself.

Wang Yuyan ordered the palace maid to secretly deliver the secret letter in her hand to the palace and to the hands of her eldest brother.

Wang Yuyan's eldest brother was a powerful assistant to their father. He currently worked as a clerk in the cabinet, recording all matters discussed and recorded in the register. Huang Yuyan had always had a close relationship with her eldest brother. Wang Wei looked at the letter sent by his younger sister, unfolding the densely packed, illegible handwriting. He immediately understood the importance of this letter. This was a game he and his younger sister often played as children: guessing words.

They often encrypted words and recombined them into a new word. This was a little secret between the two of them. Whenever they needed to pass on important information, they would pass each other a note and tell each other the latest news. This way, they could avoid their parents discovering their secret and escaping any possible punishment.

Wang Wei's heart was filled with turmoil as he read the letter. He anxiously tucked the secret letter into his arms and hurried to his father's study. He frantically told his father, "Father, you're not well." Seeing his eldest son so flustered, his father couldn't help but feel furious. He scolded him, "How can you handle this important task assigned to you by the court? How can you take your family to the next level?"

Wang Wei immediately adjusted his mindset, calmed down his emotions, and bowed to his father, saying, "Father, I have something important to report to you." Seeing his son's serious expression, the father was also shocked. "Wei'er, what's the big deal? What's making you so anxious?" Wang Wei bowed solemnly again, saying, "Father, this is a matter of life and death for the family." Hearing this, the father's pen jumped in surprise. What big deal is this? Has he committed the crime of deceiving the emperor? Or is he planning a rebellion? Otherwise, how could it concern the fate of the family?

When the king's father saw his son like this, he did not delay any longer. He waved to his son, closed all the doors, and ordered his guards to not let anyone in, no matter who it was. Jingwei, who was protecting her, knew that the matter was serious after hearing this, so he closed the door and waited at the door, not letting anyone in.

As the last rays of sunset faded into the horizon, the lights of a majestic mansion gradually lit up, illuminating the stone steps and flower beds in the courtyard. The royal father entered his private study and gently stroked the neatly arranged classics on the shelves, his fingers finally resting on the cover of a seemingly ordinary ancient book. He smiled faintly and deftly pressed a mechanism beneath the book's spine, followed by a subtle mechanical sound.

A bookshelf silently parted, revealing a small door barely wide enough for one person to pass through. The minister pushed open the door and stepped into a completely different world. There was no outside noise, only silence and solemnity, as if transported to another time and space. The walls of the secret room were made of solid bluestone. Years without sunlight had darkened the color, but the texture and warmth of the stone could still be felt.

The interior layout was compact yet orderly. A mahogany desk sat in the center, spread out on top of important documents. Beside it, a classically shaped bronze oil lamp cast a soft, yet unobtrusive glow. Countless maps and strategic diagrams lay stacked on one end of the desk, while scattered on the other were memorials and letters, each word bearing witness to the nation's lifeline and the direction of political events. The walls were covered in a variety of weapons and armor, displaying the owner's status and prestige while also hinting at the chamber's defensive function.

A simple bed sits in one corner of the secret room, suggesting it was the site of the owner's late-night contemplation and planning. A small incense burner sits by the bedside, emitting a subtle sandalwood scent that helps calm the mind and promote focus. Furthermore, rare artifacts and antiques are displayed in various corners. These objects not only represent wealth and refinement, but more importantly, each holds a hidden story, connecting past and present, and revealing the inheritance and evolution of power.

Despite its outward appearance of tranquility, every detail of the secret room teems with invisible currents, the sparks of political maneuvering and strategic contests. In the dead of night, the chamber transforms into a miniature battlefield, where ministers and other key figures confer secrets on state affairs and formulate far-reaching strategic decisions.

This secret room also contained a hidden, quiet room with four walls. Wang's father turned and went to a cabinet at the back of the room. He pushed a button next to it and a secret room slowly appeared. Wang's father waved to his son and slowly walked in with the candlestick. Wang Wei did not dare to delay and followed closely behind his father, step by step into the secret room.

Arriving at the innermost part of the secret room, there were no elaborate decorations, only walls made of solid marble, making the light slightly brighter than outside. Wang's father removed the lampshade hanging on the wall, revealing a large night-shining pearl, illuminating the entire room. There was only a simple square table, chairs, and benches. On the table was a tea set, but there was no water in it. He asked his son to sit across from him. Chen Shen asked, "What's the matter?"

Wang Wei took out the letter his sister had written to him and placed it in front of his father. His father took the letter and slowly opened it. He looked at the words inside with anticipation, which looked like scribbles. He couldn't help but frown. Wang Su frowned and said, "Your sister has been in the palace for several years. How come she has forgotten all the characters I taught her? Isn't this just scribbles?"

Wang Weixin explained that his father was not like that, and then explained that this was a special code used between my sister and me. Since we were young, there have been some things that we don’t want you and mother to know, so we leave these code words to each other to inform each other, or to talk about some private things. This kind of thing is known to him and me, and no third person knows about me.

The king's father frowned slightly at his son's solemn expression, muttering to himself, "What's wrong with this kid today?" Then he asked, "Then explain to me what the words in this letter mean?"

Wang Wei took a deep breath, calming his inner excitement. He then slowly said, "Father, my sister wants us to gather all our strength and contact some ministers in the court to secretly cultivate our own power. She hopes that we can go all out and provide solid support for her future actions. In short, she wants us to utilize all available resources and strengthen our strength at all costs to prepare for what she is about to do."

After saying this, Wang Wei felt his heartbeat quicken. He knew that this meant their family was about to face a huge change, but it also meant they had the opportunity to become a larger family.

Upon hearing this, the king's father was startled, his mind racing with speculation and questions: "What on earth is she planning?" She was already the mother of a nation, her status unparalleled, so why was she still accumulating power? Could she harbor greater ambitions, wanting her son to become the crown prince, or even the future Emperor Qian? Once this thought surfaced in his mind, it spread uncontrollably.

The more the king's father thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and he couldn't help but tremble. Whether this tremor was from fear or joy, even he couldn't tell. If his suspicions were true, the future of the Wang family would be bright, with endless glory and power. However, this thought also made him uneasy. After all, the struggles of the palace were brutal and ruthless, and the slightest misstep could lead to irretrievable destruction.

At this moment, the king's father was torn and conflicted. He longed for greater power and status for the Wang family, but he also worried about the unforeseen consequences of excessive greed. He knew that within the palace, everything was unpredictable, and any misstep could lead to disastrous consequences. Therefore, he had to act cautiously, weighing the pros and cons to ensure the long-term interests of his family.

Though his heart was pounding with turbulent waves, his father regained his composure in an instant. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. After all, he had experienced countless hardships, having followed the retired emperor in his conquests, witnessing countless power struggles and political upheavals. He knew that in these turbulent times, only by remaining calm and rational could one navigate the complexities of the situation.

The king's father sat in the secret room with a serious expression, thinking about what had just happened. His eyes fell on the letter on the table. He picked it up and read it carefully, his brows gradually furrowing.

After a while, the king's father put down the letter and fell into deep thought. He knew that this incident could have a significant impact on the entire court and, if handled improperly, could even trigger a political storm. As the patriarch of the Wang family, he had to make the right decision.

Wang Wei stood beside his father, looking at him, his face gloomy for a moment, then relaxed, a fierce struggle in his heart. Seeing his father's solemn expression, his heart tightened, and he asked cautiously, "Father, do you think this is possible?"

Wang's father nodded and motioned Wang Wei to sit down. He looked at Wang Wei and said in a serious tone: "Wei'er, what do you think?

Wang Wei was silent for a moment, then replied seriously, "Father, this matter is of great importance. We must proceed with caution. If we handle it improperly, we could end up in trouble. But if we handle it properly, it may bring greater benefits to the family."

Wang's father nodded slightly, looking at Wang Wei with satisfaction. He knew that, despite his youth, Wang Wei had already demonstrated remarkable wisdom and composure. He believed that Wang Wei could become the future pillar of the Wang family. So, he decided to hand the matter over to Wang Wei, instructing him to be cautious and not make any mistakes.