Quick Transmigration: The Carefree Life of a Background Character

"In this way, we can strike at the root and fundamentally dismantle the power of the Imperial Concubine's faction." Bei Liang Haitang's eyes lit up after hearing this, but this method did indeed require Zi Yue's help to operate in secret.

They wanted to play it safe and take it slow, because he and his brother couldn't afford to lose.

But now, with Ziyue's help, some plans can be brought forward.

As Bei Liang Haitang's thoughts raced, he had already sentenced certain people to death in his mind.

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With a "smash," the water glass was smashed on the ground, making a jarring sound.

The palace maids and eunuchs serving inside and outside the imperial study all knelt down, their heads pressed tightly to the ground, trembling with fear, lest His Majesty's wrath affect them, these innocent people.

If there were a hole in the ground at that moment, they would probably be happy to crawl into it.

Inside the Imperial Study—

"Father, please calm down. Don't get angry and ruin your health. This is just hearsay, perhaps just rumors circulating inside and outside the palace. Cough, cough cough cough—as the son of the Prime Minister, Li Pengxiao shouldn't say such things in public." Bei Liang Mo Ran quickly advised.

"No? Ha! I think he's quite bold. Li Pengxiao has always been arrogant and domineering in this city. I've always turned a blind eye to him because of the Consort and the Prime Minister, but look at him now—he really doesn't know his own limitations. Does he want to rebel against me?"

The King of Beiliang was furious. Of course, he was also wondering if his family had said something to him.

Otherwise, why would he say, while drunk, that the Third Prince would definitely ascend the throne and inherit the throne? He must have heard it more than once or twice at home before, which is why he spoke the truth while drunk!

Then, considering how he usually dotes on the Third Prince and his mother, and how this influences others, there are quite a few people in the court who follow his lead. If this continues, it's not impossible that they might develop other intentions!

Hmph, he used to be happy to spoil him, and he didn't mind if he formed cliques and expanded his power in the court. He even welcomed it.

But what if he harbors other intentions, or even wants to replace him...?

Ah!

He can offer to give, but he absolutely cannot accept to take; otherwise—

Thinking of this, a cold and ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the King of Northern Liang.

While Bei Liang Mo Ran seemed to be exonerating the prime minister's son, Yu Guangli was constantly watching his father's reaction.

Therefore, he saw clearly the coldness and ruthlessness that flashed by so quickly.

Bei Liang Mo Ran's droopy eyelids didn't seem strange at all. Although everyone in the court knew that his father usually favored the third prince, once it came to his power and status, he would never be so lenient.

Bei Liang Mo Ran returned to the Crown Prince's residence, entered the study, and sat quietly at the table. After a long while, he tapped the table with his fingers, and a person dressed in black with a mask on appeared like a ghost and knelt on one knee.

"Master, everything is normal."

"Yes, proceed according to plan."

"Yes." The man in black disappeared silently from the study again.

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The King of Beiliang wasn't stupid; he knew that for these words to reach his ears, there must have been many people involved.

He never believed what others said, so after the Crown Prince left, he ordered his trusted lieutenants to investigate personally.

He needs to know the truth!

result--

Rumors? He had initially thought they were just rumors, or perhaps the prime minister's son had simply been used as a pawn in someone else's scheme.

The assassins investigated thoroughly and clearly. These words did indeed come from the Prime Minister's son, and there was no scheming involved. These were the Prime Minister's son's true feelings.

He has always disregarded the Crown Prince, and has always been arrogant and openly opposed to the Fifth Prince.

Ha, even if he dislikes the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince, they are still his sons. How can a mere son of a prime minister look down on them!

Moreover, upon further investigation, the sheer size and complexity of the power of the Imperial Concubine, the Third Prince, and the Prime Minister's lineage was astonishing, even to him!

The assassins investigated all of this thoroughly.

The King of Beiliang felt a chill run down his spine.

So the prime minister was summoned to the palace and was severely reprimanded by the King of Beiliang. The prime minister's son was punished with fifty strokes of the cane for speaking recklessly.

The Third Prince was also punished by being confined to his residence for three months to reflect on his mistakes. Despite the Imperial Concubine's pleas for several days, she could not dissuade the Prince of Beiliang from his decision; the punishment was simply reduced from three months to one month.

A few days later, news came that the Third Prince had fallen into a coma, and the imperial physicians were helpless.

For some unknown reason, and without finding the cause of the illness, the third prince suddenly fell into a coma.

In her anxiety, the Imperial Concubine went out of the palace every day for several days to visit her son, but his condition did not improve at all. Overwhelmed with worry, she also fell ill and was bedridden.

Although the King of Beiliang was angry that his son might have coveted his throne, he was still the most beloved child he had spoiled for so many years. So he quietly left the palace to visit his third son.

Who would have thought—

"how?"

"Long live the Emperor! Your Majesty is exceptionally majestic and blessed with extraordinary fortune. You are surely the true Son of Heaven protected by the dragon's aura."

"Your Majesty is truly magnificent, possessing the bearing of an emperor that commands respect. You are surely a dragon reborn. I believe Your Majesty will lead our dynasty to a golden age, achieving lasting glory and being forever recorded in history."

"Hahahaha, good, reward them all!" The Third Prince laughed heartily, his loud voice belying someone recovering from a serious illness!

The smile on the third prince's face vanished the moment he saw his father appear behind him.

His face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud. The Third Prince hurriedly tried to explain, but was interrupted by the King of Beiliang.

"Is this dragon robe comfortable to wear?"

The gentle and loving voice of the King of Beiliang rang out, sounding like that of an ordinary and kind father, but deep in his eyes, there was coldness and ruthlessness.

The third prince was even more frightened, feeling his hands and feet turn ice cold. "Father, Father, please let me explain! These clothes were brought by this blind servant. I've just recovered from a serious illness, and my mind hasn't quite caught up yet. I just thought they were ordinary clothes and put them on."

"Father, I really didn't notice that this was a dragon robe. Even if you gave me a hundred, no, even if you gave me a thousand times the courage, I wouldn't dare to wear it. Father, please believe me, Father."

Having said that, he glared angrily at the servant beside him, "You damned servant!! Tell me, who sent you to dare frame me like this!"

Then, he hurriedly knelt down a few steps, hugged the leg of the King of Beiliang, and cried with tears and snot streaming down his face, "Father, you really have to believe me! Father, your son was really framed!"

The servants around him kowtowed repeatedly, begging for their lives.

The King of Beiliang looked at his third son with disappointment, and finally issued a decree—