The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1260

The advisor beside him also lowered his head, completely at a loss as to how to persuade King Yinglan. He felt that if he opened his mouth, he might be scolded by the king.

He felt somewhat apologetic for not being able to make a splash lately.

"Hurry up and send someone here." King Yinglan was unwilling to suffer any loss; he felt that it was necessary to investigate what exactly was going on.

Several servants knelt before King Yinglan, all somewhat frightened.

"Go immediately and investigate who the arsonist is. Report back to me even the slightest clue." King Yinglan calmed down a bit, his gaze shifting back and forth.

The servants hurriedly began to act.

Not wanting to get involved in these matters any longer, King Yinglan quickly left the place.

Too many things had happened, and King Yinglan couldn't sleep well. He spent the whole night in his study, his face growing even more ashen.

The servant returned quickly.

"Have you found anything?" King Yinglan still had some expectations.

Faced with King Yinglan's expectations, the servants became even more frightened: "We have investigated every place, but we haven't found a single clue."

With his eyes closed, the servant awaited the arrival of King Yinglan to punish him.

But the punishment didn't come for a long time, and the servants couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In the past, King Yinglan might have wanted to kick him a few times and then beat him up. What's going on today?

"He's rather cunning, so it's normal that you can't find any clues. Just go out." King Yinglan had already guessed that this might happen, so he didn't have any particular expectations.

After giving his servants a few casual instructions, King Yinglan told them to leave immediately.

Not intending to remain listless in his study, King Yinglan quickly summoned several ministers who were on his side, his expression unusually grave.

"Your Highness, I have heard about what happened last night. I intended to come to the website last night, but I was simply too busy. I am truly sorry." The minister standing in the middle immediately knelt down.

After he finished speaking, he quickly and secretly observed the changes in King Yinglan's expression.

King Yinglan waved his hand, his expression still blank. "I summoned you here today in the hope that you can offer me some advice."

These past few days, they have been suppressed by Xu Tian and have not been able to cause any disturbances.

He failed to accomplish anything he set out to do, and Xu Tian must be feeling incredibly smug right now, perhaps even secretly laughing at him behind his back.

It would have been better if he hadn't thought about it; the more he thought about it, the more King Yinglan disliked Xu Tian.

"What do you think is the best way to completely strip Xu Tian of his power?" This was actually the question that puzzled King Yinglan the most.

Simple methods are useless and will only embolden Xu Tian.

He was getting impatient and wanted to get everything sorted out quickly to avoid any unforeseen problems later.

"Your Highness, I have just given this matter serious thought and I believe that we could hold a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match." The minister quickly shared his idea with King Yinglan.

King Yinglan was somewhat puzzled, not expecting his minister to make such a suggestion.

He didn't understand what this had to do with the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match.

If he were to actually organize some kind of Cuju (ancient Chinese football) competition, it might waste a lot of his time in the future, and he really didn't want to continue like this.