Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yan Xiaozhen, who was farther away, had already called out, "Jize?"

When the young man saw Yan Xiaozhen, his frightened eyes quickly shouted, "Dad, Dad! Save me, please save me!"

Tian Jiaying's eyes widened: "It was him? He was the one who killed Chang'er?"

The middle-aged man saw Chu Jinxun's face while struggling. After being stunned, he asked suspiciously, "Prince An?"

Then he quickly said, "Your Highness, I have no grudge against you, why did you bring me here?"

That day at Wanfeng Mountain, he was captured by a mysterious masked man in black. At that time, he was anxious and panicked, thinking that the Sixth Prince was getting rid of him and wanted to silence him.

Later he was locked up in an abandoned house and no one paid any attention to him.

Until today, he was suddenly knocked unconscious and brought here. When he woke up, he didn't see Yan Jize due to the angle. At this moment, he had come to his senses a little.

He did not communicate with Yan Jize, but just looked at Chu Jinxun, as if seeking an answer.

Yan Xiaozhen's eyes were complicated at first when he looked at Yan Jize, and then turned into overwhelming anger.

Because of his birth, and because Zhang Rou and her mistress wanted him to become their only son, they not only gave themselves a sterilizing drug, but also killed their only son.

Thinking of the effort and love she had poured into him, Yan Xiaozhen became even more angry.

Chu Jinxun chuckled softly, "Mr. Yu, I have no grudge against you. However, this Lord Yan did me a favor, so I promised him and his second wife that I would send you and your son to them!"

Mr. Yu's eyes flickered as he quickly thought of a countermeasure. He remembered that Marquis Weiyuan seemed to be Prince An's father-in-law.

He said earnestly, "Lord Yan, I don't know you, do I? Why do you want to see me? You've met with misfortune and been thrown into prison, and that has nothing to do with me!"

He said to Tian Jiaying innocently and bewilderedly, "This lady said I killed someone, but that's completely absurd. I'm just a scholar, and I can't even tie a chicken!"

The hatred in Tian Jiaying's eyes almost solidified into substance.

At this time, even if Zhang Rou took away Yan Xiaozhen's favor and made Yan Xiaozhen betray their feelings, she didn't care at all. What she cared about was that the enemy who killed her son was right in front of her.

She shouted at Yan Xining: "Bring him in, I want to kill him, I want to kill him!"

That crazy look frightened Mr. Yu so much that his face turned pale. He quickly said to Chu Jinxun, "Your Highness, I am just a scholar and have never hurt anyone in my life. If this lady kills me, it would be a private punishment. Your Highness will definitely not allow it, right?"

Chu Jinxun laughed. "Mr. Yu, you're too modest. You've caused countless deaths every time you open your mouth. Seventeen years ago, you defected to Duke Dingguo. To prove your loyalty, you plotted the unjust death of the family of the Ministry of Revenue's doctor. Since then, you've earned Duke Dingguo's appreciation."

His voice grew colder. "From then on, you became a pawn in Duke Ding's lap. You devised a plan for anyone he wanted to deal with, anyone he wanted to eliminate. Regardless of whether the opponent was guilty or not, you could always make them guilty! Later, Duke Ding introduced you to the Sixth Prince. After you became his advisor, you became even more ruthless! You may be a scholar, but the blood on your hands is countless."

Mr. Yu looked in horror at Chu Jinxun, who had exposed all his past secrets. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "For all these years, you've stayed indoors, never participating in government affairs or state affairs. It turns out that these were all fake. You knew everything, you understood everything! The Sixth Prince was deceived by you! I warned him before that he should be careful that you were faking illness, but he didn't listen to me, hahahaha."

After a long silence, Yan Xiaozhen said, "Give me that brat. If I can kill him myself, I'll die with my eyes closed!"

Mr. Yu had been pretending not to know Yan Jize, but at this moment, he couldn't help but shout, "Marquis Weiyuan, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs!"

Yan Xiaozhen's voice was desolate and sarcastic: "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but why can't you eat someone else's son?"

Mr. Yu, at this point, is there anything you don’t know?

Weiyuan Hou already knew the truth, and he could no longer hide it. He quickly said, "Your Highness, I admit everything you said. I deserve the punishment and deserve death! But, but Ze'er is still a child. He didn't do anything wrong. He is innocent!"

"Your son is not innocent. He has learned all your vicious thoughts. At such a young age, he has already taken four lives. Didn't you take care of two of them? Oh, yes, the other two were taken care of by Marquis Yan."

Chu Jinxun calmly ordered: "They are all extremely evil people who are about to die. Lock the four of them in one room!"

Jingfeng opened a larger cell and threw Mr. Yu and his son in, and then threw Yan Xiaozhen and Tian Jiaying in.

Before Tian Jiaying could even stand firmly, she rushed towards Mr. Yu.

Mr. Yu said that he was weak and just a scholar, but he had learned the Six Arts of a Gentleman, and his son had also learned them, and his injuries had almost healed. Tian Jiaying was obviously at a disadvantage.

However, Marquis Weiyuan was a general after all.

Here they all had no weapons and fought with their bare hands.

Chu Jinxun turned around and smiled at Yan Xining: "Let's not just stand here and watch these weaklings fighting each other. Yuwen Feng has prepared some refreshments, let's go upstairs and rest!"

The two left together.

The four men in the cell were fighting fiercely and had no energy to care about anything else.

The next day, Yuwen Feng sent someone to deliver a letter to Chu Jinxun, saying that three of the four people had died and the one who was still alive was Yan Xiaozhen.

It is said that the conditions in the cells were truly miserable.

Having no weapons in their hands, they used every weapon they could, biting with their teeth, digging with their nails, grabbing hair, pulling ears, using every possible means.

Yan Jize died by having his neck bitten off. Several pieces of flesh were bitten off Mr. Yu's body, and he was covered in blood when he died.

Tian Jiaying had one of her eyes gouged out, several teeth broken, her fingers broken, and her hair almost pulled out, with blood covering her scalp.

Yan Xiaozhen was able to survive in the end thanks to his martial arts training, but he was also injured in the melee.

Of course, what awaited him was not a good life. In the case of the Military Equipment Supervisor, he didn't wait for the possible exile, but was sentenced to beheaded in the autumn! He could still linger for a few months before being beheaded.

As early as when the Sixth Prince was defeated and given poisoned wine, and his body was transported back to the capital, all the people in the Sixth Prince's mansion were imprisoned. In the past few days, the Sixth Prince's gang has been beheaded in batches.

Yan Xueqi was not beheaded, but was also forced to drink a cup of poisoned wine, which saved the royal family's reputation.

The Weiyuan Marquis Mansion no longer exists from now on!

On the fourth day, the God of Rejuvenation quietly entered the palace.

Emperor Yongxi said nothing and just asked him to take his pulse.

The Rejuvenating God's expression changed immediately: "Your Majesty, I have only been away for over a year. How can you appear to be poisoned?"

"Can it be cured?"

The God of Rejuvenation stroked his beard, frowning in thought, and accidentally pulled out several hairs. He said with a bitter face, "Your Majesty, this poison is very tricky and strange. I must first find the source."

"I know the source of the medicine!" Emperor Yongxi told the source of the medicine.

The Rejuvenating God's eyes widened. "Qingfeng Duanmai Powder, it's actually Qingfeng Duanmai Powder! Your Majesty, how could you be poisoned by this? There is no antidote for this poison!"

"No solution?"

The Rejuvenating God Hand paused, a look of shame on his face. "Unless we find Sai Bian Que, he's very good at detoxifying. If there's anyone in this world who can dispel Qingfeng Duanmai Powder, it must be Sai Bian Que!"

Emperor Yongxi frowned and said, "Come and take a look at this prescription!"

Show the prescription written by Sai Bian Que to the God of Rejuvenation.

He took a look, his eyes filled with surprise: "This, this, this seems to be able to cure the Qingfeng Duanmai Powder!"

"I'll give you the prescription. Can you make the antidote?"

The Rejuvenating Hand slumped to his knees and said, "Your Majesty, a prescription alone doesn't guarantee a detoxification. A prescription only requires the basic ingredients. Ordinary people can simply boil down a simple medicine and drink it. However, for poisons listed in the 'Complete Collection of Strange Poisons in the World' and the 'Book of Poisons', even if there is a prescription, ordinary people can't create the antidote. It requires a master using special means, special methods, and special heat to create it. Your Majesty already has a prescription, so you can have the person who wrote it refine it, and only then will it succeed!"

"You mean to say that this prescription is indeed the ingredient needed for the antidote to Qingfeng Duanmai Powder?"

"Indeed, even if I dig up this Lingxu grass and use it right away, I can only unleash a fraction of its medicinal properties. But in the hands of an expert, it can unleash 90% or even the full potential."

"How long can I live?"

The Rejuvenating God's face changed drastically, and he collapsed to the ground, stammering and unable to utter a word.

"Speak!" Emperor Yongxi's face darkened and he shouted.

The rejuvenating doctor was startled and said quickly, "If the emperor stops worrying about it, cultivates himself carefully, and takes good care of himself, he can be safe for a year!"

After saying this, he didn't even dare to raise his head.

The Yongxi Emperor's gloomy voice echoed above him: "Do you think Sai Bian Que can dispel the Soul-Falling Incense?"

The Rejuvenating Hand was stunned for a moment, then understood, and immediately shook his head, "Your Majesty, Sai Bian Que may be one of the best doctors in the world today, but he is still inferior to the Poison Demon and his son. There is no antidote to the Soul-Falling Incense. Not only is its toxicity unpredictable except for the Poison Demon and his son, but also, how can anyone tell from a pulse that someone has been poisoned by the Soul-Falling Incense?"

Emperor Yongxi's gloomy expression improved slightly: "Are you sure?"

The Rejuvenating God was very sure: "Indeed, and I have also seen the prescription. That prescription is for treating congenital weakness."

"If I collect all the medicines on that prescription, can it cure me?"

"Impossible, Your Majesty! How can a prescription for treating congenital weakness be used to detoxify the Soul-Falling Incense? It can only extend your life by three to five years."

"So, in the next three to five years, will he be bedridden or just like a normal person?"

The Rejuvenating Hand pondered and said, "Normally, they would be bedridden. But I've heard that someone like Bian Que has a method of acupuncture with golden needles. It can ignite the patient's vitality, making them normal for a short period of time. This method is extremely dangerous. Even if it succeeds, it depends on the patient's vitality. In that case, they won't survive for more than three to five years."

"How long can one live at most?"

"Less than two years!" The rejuvenation master was very confident.

After letting the Rejuvenating God Hand retreat, Emperor Yongxi sat alone in the hall with a gloomy face for a long time.

One year, without an antidote, he only has one year to live.

Moreover, during this year, he can no longer handle state affairs and cannot worry about them!

After thinking about it for a day and a night, he made a decision.

First, he called Sai Bian Que, gave him the remaining herbs, and asked him to immediately find Lingxu grass and refine the antidote.

On the fifth day, Emperor Yongxi re-established the crown prince in front of all the civil and military officials in the court.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said:

Since I have inherited your majesty's order, I have diligently governed the country, never daring to slack off. However, I am now ill and in poor health, making it difficult for me to fully manage state affairs. The country cannot be without a ruler for a single day, nor can it be left without a crown prince to oversee the administration for a long time.

My fifth son, Chu Jinxun, though suffering from a minor illness, possesses a kind and resolute nature, lofty aspirations, and a heart for the people. I have now appointed him Crown Prince and have ordered him to govern the country and handle all matters of state on my behalf.

I hope they will uphold loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, diligently serve the public, open up channels for public opinion, appoint virtuous and capable officials, rectify the government, promote benefits and eliminate abuses, and ensure the stability of our country and the well-being of the people. All officials in the court must faithfully obey His Royal Highness's orders and assist him wholeheartedly, without disobeying. If any treacherous individuals attempt to disrupt the government or form cliques for personal gain, His Royal Highness will have discretion to punish them severely.

Admire this! "

As Yushu's voice echoed in the court, there was silence for a long time.

The seventh prince's hands were nearly broken in his sleeves. Why could a sick man be the crown prince, but he, who had healthy hands and feet, couldn't?

The owner of the edict, Chu Jinxun, never came to court at all.

It should be said that he never appeared in the court.

The Loyal and Brave Marquis stepped forward tremblingly: "Your Majesty, is this a mistake? The Fifth Prince is not in good health..."

Emperor Yongxi said calmly, "Before, there was a genius doctor like Bian Que who treated Prince An and achieved good results. Although Prince An is a little weak now, he is no different from an ordinary person."

Another strange silence.

Because many people knew that the emperor was not seeking their opinions, but had already issued an edict to establish a crown prince.

This matter is a done deal.

Not to mention how Chu Jinxun's illness was cured, even if he was still bedridden like before, he was still the prince, and this was an indisputable fact.

After Emperor Yongxi ordered Yushu to read the edict to appoint the crown prince, he instructed the Ministry of Rites to quickly hold the ceremony to enthrone the crown prince and immediately withdrew from court.

This edict to establish the crown prince was delivered to Prince An's mansion by Yushu himself.

When he saw Prince An standing tall and handsome, and although frail, he had indeed stopped coughing, Yushu smiled widely, "Your Highness, please prepare to receive the decree."

Although Prince An's Mansion rarely receives imperial edicts, this set of procedures is not unfamiliar.

Ding Zhangyi, the chief secretary of Prince An's Palace, immediately made arrangements.

He was originally the Third Prince's man. After the palace was shaken by the events of Chu Yunyan's rebellion and Chu Feici's death in battle, Ding Zhangyi took the initiative to surrender. Now was the perfect time for him to show his abilities, and indeed, the arrangements were quick and thorough.

The content was the same as the imperial edict issued in the court to establish the crown prince. After reading it, Yu Shu said with a smile: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, congratulations to the Crown Princess!"

"My son, I accept the order!"

Taking the imperial edict with both hands, Ding Zhangyi stuffed an extremely heavy purse into his hand and smiled so hard that his mouth couldn't close: "Eunuch, take this and have some tea!"

Yushu smiled and said, "We would like to share in the Crown Prince's good fortune, so we won't be polite!"

After Yushu left the palace, Chu Jinxun said slowly, "Master Ding, pass the order down. The monthly wages of the servants in the mansion will be doubled this month! Also, clear up what needs to be cleared in the mansion. This matter is left to you."

Ding Zhangyi took the order and went down immediately.

There was no joy on Chu Jinxun's face, and neither did Yan Xining.

Wu Yuxing was shocked. He didn't quite understand: "My master has never been involved in government affairs. Does the emperor have a keen eye for talent?"

Chu Jinxun laughed, and there was an indescribable irony in his smile: "The abacus beads jumped on my face!"

Yan Xining also laughed: "His cleverness backfired. From now on, he will be the one picking up abacus beads all over the floor."

Wu Yuxing listened to what each of them said, and combined with the news that Senior Sai had received before he left a few days ago, he instantly understood.

The emperor has been poisoned and cannot do any hard work, so he has to find someone to do this hard work.

However, once this power is given out, it is difficult to take it back. For an emperor who does not want to give up power, the easiest way is to find a short-lived person with only two years to live to take over. When the short-lived person dies, he can easily take back all the power he has given away.

The plan is to exploit a person to the fullest.

If Chu Jinxun still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, he would definitely be very sad.

If Chu Jinxun really only had two years to live, he would definitely be very sad, resentful and angry.

However, Emperor Yongxi probably never imagined what it meant to shoot himself in the foot!