The eldest son is fierce

The next day.

The afterglow of the victory at Shilipo had not yet faded, and Kyoto was still in jubilation, but the court was already in turmoil.

After sending people to arrest the Tang family yesterday, Fan Yong had already submitted the memorial to Emperor Yanwen. Emperor Yanwen, who was still immersed in the great victory at Shilipo, was furious on the spot.

The imperial study was smashed!

This news was quickly passed on by the traitor. After Fan Yong knew it, the anger in his heart finally eased a little.

You make me unhappy? Come on! Let's hurt each other!

You killed my son and wiped out my followers, so I will kill the person you trust and rely on the most. Legislation? The laws of the world are controlled by those in power. How can a small-time idiot like him talk about legislation? It's simply laughable.

You want to play like this, right? Okay, then I'll show you what it means to be trapped in your own trap.

Fan Yong stayed up all night, deducing all the possibilities over and over again, and he got only one conclusion - Tang Yi must die, and all nine branches of the Tang family must be destroyed.

Therefore, at three o'clock in the morning, Fan Yong got up and put on the prime minister's court clothes that he had not worn for a long time. Under the protection of two hundred black-armored soldiers, he went to the palace for the morning court.

After the Battle of Shilipo, he had no one around him and felt very insecure.

However, all of this will be completely resolved after today. The person the emperor is most proud of is only Tang Yi. If Tang Yi is destroyed, how long can Emperor Yanwen continue to jump around?

"Master Prime Minister."

"I've met the prime minister."

"..."

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gates, and Fan Yong dismounted. The ministers who had been waiting there bowed respectfully one by one. Although most of Fan's followers had been annihilated, and the Battle of Shilipo had crushed the last of their prestige, Fan Yong's influence remained despite his defeat.

Fan Yong nodded in return.

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

In the front, he saw a handsome young man in court robes, smiling and waving at him.

It was Tang Yi.

Looking at his warm and sunny smile, Fan Yong's murderous intent raged wildly, and he wished he could tear him into pieces on the spot. It was all thanks to Tang Yi that he ended up in such an embarrassing situation today.

"Haha, Marquis Zhongyong won a great victory at Shilipo. He is indeed in high spirits and has a rosy face!" Fan Yong smiled and bowed.

"Hey, thank you for the compliment, Lord Prime Minister. It's just a routine operation, nothing to worry about."

Tang Yi waved his hands repeatedly, then pointed to his side and said, "Come, Prime Minister, while there is still some time before the palace gate opens, come over and have a chat."

Fan Yong saw that standing beside Tang Yi were Qi Wendao and his ministers, all of whom were his subordinates, and their faces were all livid at this moment, so he knew that Tang Yi was not waiting for him on purpose, but the entire Fan Party.

He immediately squinted his old eyes and looked at Tang Yi, and said with a smile: "What do you mean, Marquis Zhongyong?"

Tang Yi grinned and said, "Old Fan, I know what you are going to do today. I really don't want to waste time on internal conflicts. Now that Nanjing is about to go to war at any time, we have to prepare for war in the south."

"So, don't mess around today. If you want to play, how about I wait until I come back from Nanjing and then have some fun with you guys?"

"Besides, to be honest, if you really make a scene today, it won't cause any substantial harm to me, but you will suffer heavy losses. The first one who won't be able to escape is Qi Wendao."

"He's the Minister of Rites, and he's in charge of the imperial examinations. He's the one who can't escape blame for cheating. The next most likely culprits are the officials under you, like the former Vice Minister of Rites, Fu Wentao."

"For you, they've already lost their heads. All the men have been exiled to Yazhou to fish, and all the women have been demoted to slavery. Even after all this, you still don't intend to let them go?"

"When the investigation is carried out, before the male members of their family even reach Yazhou, they will be ordered to be brought back and beheaded in public, and the female members will also be sent to the Jiaofang Bureau. What do you think your subordinates will think then?"

"You don't even let the dead go, do they still dare to fight you?"

Hearing Tang Yi's words, Qi Wendao and the other ministers of Fan's party all turned pale and blue in the face, their hearts went cold, and chills ran down their spines.

Fan Yong's expression gradually turned cold. He stared at Tang Yi and said word by word, "Oh, so the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery is here to stab me. The more you say this, the less confident you are today, right?"

Tang Yi sighed and said, "I really don't mean to hurt you. I'm doing this for your own good, Old Fan. Why are you still so ungrateful?"

"The Prince of Zhennan is colluding with Nanjing. The Prince of Huainan and the Prince of Shu are also eyeing us covetously. War could break out at any moment. When that happens, I will lead my army south. Wouldn't that leave the capital empty?"

Tang Yi raised his hand and patted Fan Yong's chest, saying, "Although you, Old Fan, are seriously injured, your foundation is still there. When I'm not in Kyoto, you, Your Majesty, and the Princess can still stand together and check each other."

"But what you did today will force His Majesty and I to take drastic measures against you. By then, the Princess will be the sole ruler of Kyoto. This crazy woman has over a hundred thousand soldiers under her command. If she goes crazy, Kyoto will be out of control."

"It would be ridiculous if I were fighting in the front and there was a fire in the backyard."

When everyone heard this, they almost nodded subconsciously. It made sense!

Fan Yong's face darkened, nearly exploding with rage. "Now you want me to contain the Princess? You killed my son and my followers, and now you're righteously telling me it's for my own good?"

I'll go to hell with you!

Let's divide, but we still pretend to be doing it for the country and the people. How shameless!

What a vicious intention! He is absolutely despicable!

"Haha, the mouth of the Loyal and Brave Marquis is comparable to your thunderbolt!"

Fan Yong stared at Tang Yi, gritting his teeth and saying, "No matter what, isn't the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery just stalling for time? What you say makes sense, but just ask... how many people around here believe it."

"I believe it." Kong Mingzhen was the first to raise his hand.

"I believe it too." Wang Anxiu said with a cold expression.

"Actually, I believe it too..."

Some ministers who had been neutral before also expressed their stances at this time.

Fan Yong felt as if his lungs were about to explode when he saw this scene. There was murderous intent in his eyes, and it was chilling.

When he was in power, who among these people dared to act so presumptuously in his presence? They would tremble at the sight of him, yet now they dared to oppose him face to face.

He ignored Kong Mingzhen, Wang Anxiu and the others, and instead looked at Qi Wendao and the Fan Party group: "You... believe it too?"

At this time, Qi Wendao and Fan Dang and his group were also panicked. They really wanted to say that they believed it!

This bastard Tang Yi has a habit of telling them the battle plan before the war.

Tang Yi had warned them in advance about the previous Fan Mingzhong case, the Kyoto food famine case, etc.

But they didn't believe it, and then they suffered a great loss.

Now, what if what he said was true? What if he really had a way to break this deadlock?

Then they will probably be left out again!

"Do not believe."

"That's right, Lord Prime Minister, he is bluffing..."

"..."

In the end, under the pressure of the prime minister's authority, Qi Wendao and the Fan party had no choice but to agree against their conscience.