Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

Every time Leng Wuqin heard him act like this, he felt so angry he had nowhere to vent.

He also wanted to find his daughter. For more than ten years after learning that his daughter was still alive, he had been sending people to search for her whereabouts.

But how could he possibly find someone that even the royal family couldn't find?

The Emperor and Lingzhao were gone for half a year, and news only came back once every one or two months.

The last reply he sent was to a country he had never even heard of; who knows when he'll send another reply?

He was always uneasy about having such a big country being guarded by this good-for-nothing.

That very evening, Leng Wuqin returned to the Prime Minister's residence and fell ill.

As he aged, the constant toil and worry for his daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter, coupled with the heavy burden of supporting the entire nation, left this man in his sixties bedridden with illness.

Illness strikes like a landslide. The next day, Zhongli Junluo, who was planning to escape again, discovered that his maternal grandfather had surprisingly not attended the morning court session.

Only after asking did I discover that my maternal grandfather had fallen ill.

At first, they were wondering if their maternal grandfather was faking illness in order to prevent him from finding another way to escape.

But when he went to the Prime Minister's residence after court, he saw that the usually energetic old man, who could scold him for an hour without breaking a sweat, was now lying in bed looking as if he had aged more than ten years overnight.

"Imperial Physician, what happened? She was perfectly fine yesterday, how did she become so ill today?"

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister has been overworked and depressed. In addition, at his age, he should be enjoying his retirement and playing with his grandchildren, but he still has to deal with so many state affairs. His body couldn't take it anymore and he fell ill."

"Stop talking so much nonsense, when will it be ready?"

"That's hard to say. Your Excellency's illness isn't real; you can only take some tonics and rest to recover slowly. After you recover, you mustn't overexert yourself, otherwise..."

"What will happen?"

"I'm afraid it will affect my lifespan."

Everyone in the court knows that although His Highness the Crown Prince is intelligent and capable, his heart is not in politics, and only the Emperor and the Prime Minister can keep him in check.

Now that the Emperor has important business to attend to and has left the capital, leaving the affairs of state to His Highness the Crown Prince, the heavy burden actually falls entirely on the Prime Minister.

At her age, having to worry about so much, how could she not fall ill?

The imperial physician's words contained a hint of reproach for the Crown Prince's lack of understanding; the Prime Minister was the backbone of Dongxia and could not be allowed to fall ill like this.

Zhongli Junluo understood the meaning behind the imperial physician's words, but instead of being angry, he reflected on whether his actions were problematic.

After guarding Leng Wuqin's window for a day and a night, everyone noticed that His Highness the Crown Prince seemed to have changed.

No longer as willful and occasionally playful as before, he began to display the majesty of an emperor, and his style of doing things became more and more like that of the emperor.

His methods of handling state affairs became increasingly ruthless, and the prime minister no longer needed to worry about most matters in the court.

He seems to have truly become what a crown prince should be like.

Leng Wuqin recuperated for a month and a half, and after recovering, he discovered that his grandson seemed to have really grown up.

He no longer needed to urge her to handle political affairs, nor did he make a fuss about going to see her mother.

Aside from occasionally being a little willful and mischievous in front of him, he is a qualified crown prince in public.

His current feeling is that if the emperor abdicates, Zhongli Junluo will immediately ascend the throne.

While feeling relieved, I regretted not thinking of this trick sooner; if I had, I would have been free sooner.

That evening, the prime minister received a secret letter from his granddaughter.

Upon reading the contents of the letter, Leng Wuqin felt both excited and saddened.

After a night of internal struggle, Leng Wuqin decided to run away from home to find his daughter.

If it were a month and a half ago, he certainly wouldn't have been so bold as to hand over the entire country to a fifteen-year-old boy.

But in the past month and a half, he has seen his grandson's abilities and realized that he wasn't incapable before, he just didn't want to do it.

Now that he's figured it out, it's time for me to let go. Sooner or later, he'll have to take that position himself.

At worst, I can go and bring my son-in-law back myself; if all else fails, there's always my fourth uncle, isn't there?

That very night, the usually composed Prime Minister went to the Prince An's residence and then resolutely left the capital.

Prince An is none other than Zhong Liying, the fourth prince who was the only one to survive Leng Qingyi's attack.

Of all Zhongli Yuan's brothers who died or were injured, only he remained, and Zhongli Yuan bestowed upon him the title of An.

Some say this title was meant to warn Zhong Liying and make him behave himself.

Zhong Liying didn't care. Of all his brothers, he was the only one who survived, so naturally he had to behave himself.

Besides, his brother was an exceptionally capable emperor; he had neither the ambition to usurp the throne nor the ability to do better.

His maternal grandparents were famous wealthy merchants, and he may also have merchant blood and be very interested in business.

With his status as Prince An and an emperor brother over the years, his business has grown exceptionally large.

His merchant guild pays a small portion of the taxes for Dongxia, and he is always ready to help the court whenever it needs money. He has lived a very comfortable life these past few years.

The emperor's life was infinitely more comfortable than that of someone who had to review memorials until late at night and then get up early to handle state affairs.

Unexpectedly, after being away from the court for so many years, he was entrusted with the care of his son by the Prime Minister.

It's strange that he didn't have much of a relationship with his own brothers, but he had a very good relationship with his nephew.

My nephew often comes up with novel ideas, and the two of them have made a lot of money together.

The thought of his unruly nephew causing a scene after learning that the Prime Minister had also left the capital gave him a headache.

If he hadn't stopped it, the whole mess of Dongxia would have fallen on his shoulders.

No, no, absolutely not! The Prime Minister couldn't stop him, but the Crown Prince must be stopped.

As it turned out, Zhongli Junluo's reaction to the Prime Minister's departure from the capital was completely different from what he had expected.

Not only did he not make a fuss about leaving the capital, but he also became even more dedicated to handling state affairs.

He always felt something was wrong, so he stayed in the East Palace for half a month before daring to return to his own residence, fearing that the little rascal would sneak away if he wasn't careful.

God knows how terrified he was during those two weeks.

However, his peaceful days were short-lived; the crown prince was assassinated and his life was hanging by a thread.

He, the imperial uncle who had never been interested in politics, took over the reins of government with great difficulty. Fortunately, he still had the support of the emperor, which prevented him from being too overwhelmed.

This news traveled with Leng Wuqin to the remote country where Leng Qingyi lived.

Before she could recover from the daily shock of her daughter being struck by lightning, she learned that her grandson was in critical condition. Leng Wuqin's body, already weakened by more than a month of travel, finally gave way and she fell ill again.

Zhongli Lingzhao went from pestering Leng Qingyi every day to pestering Leng Qingyi herself, and took care of Leng Wuqin when Leng Qingyi was struck by lightning.

With no one else available to leave at the moment, Zhong Liyuan reluctantly bid farewell to his lover and went back to see what was wrong with his bratty son.

Even as regent, he managed to put his own life in danger.