Chapter 532: Chapter 23 Military Coup Plan

Naturally, there is no intention to let go.

But now that Miss Zeng has been eliminated, how can he make the Zeng family willingly send their daughter into the Eastern Palace again?

He still doesn’t know.

"Alright, if you keep brooding, I’ll have to sound the alarm for you. Don’t forget, you and I have more than just a few brothers, and there are plenty who focus their minds on it."

When the Han King said this, he glanced at the stack of memorials.

The reminder in his words couldn’t be clearer.

The Crown Prince is not foolish, so he said to the concerned Han King.

"Second Brother, don’t worry, I’m not a little white rabbit. Naturally, I’ll kill one if one comes, and kill two if two come."

The expression while saying this was still so calm with a hint of playfulness.

But the sharpness in his eyes made both the Han King and Prince Pei treat it seriously.

"Hmm, as long as you have it figured out. After this year, I should go back to Yunzhou, and who knows when I’ll return next time."

The few of them grew up together from a young age, although the Second Prince moved to the Prince’s Residence years ago.

He wasn’t distant from his two younger brothers.

After marrying, there was even less time they faced each other daily.

So, the days when the brothers could sit together and chat were becoming fewer and fewer.

Therefore, they cherished them especially.

"Second Brother, don’t worry. If I miss you, I’ll cry to the mother concubine and have her whisper in Father Emperor’s ear. Just watch, a decree will summon you back, hahaha."

The Crown Prince said this with a kind of style that said, "Don’t even think about escaping my palm."

But the next words were cut short by Prince Pei.

"You? With the two Zeng siblings stationed in the Eastern Palace, you might end up with ears softer than those of Father Emperor."

"But the premise is different: Father Emperor’s ears are soft because of the affection towards the mother concubine. Your ears are soft, completely due to being disciplined!"

After Prince Pei said this, the Han King also had the look of watching the fun.

But the Crown Prince pounded his chest fiercely and said.

"Just wait and see, I’m going to show you my abilities!"

Unfortunately, at the time he spoke so full of himself, in the future when Miss Zeng really enters the Eastern Palace and becomes the Crown Princess Consort, he was as obedient as a kitten.

No longer having today’s sharp claws and roar.

The brothers were chatting and drinking around the stove.

Outside, the wind and snow gradually grew stronger.

In Ce State, the same snowstorm was raging.

The Ling Prince Mansion was covered in snow, serene and quiet.

Occasionally a few servants walked down the corridor, all wearing winter clothes, looking slightly bulky.

In a Buddhist Hall in the backyard, if listened carefully, one could hear someone softly reciting scripture.

With an attitude so devout that one couldn’t bear to interrupt.

And praying to the Buddha was the Consort Qian who had left Shengjing City with her son years ago.

The attire looked simple, but in fact, the material was exquisite.

Not many hairpins, but each one was worth a fortune.

Back when she was in the palace, she didn’t have this dazzling appearance.

The Buddha beads in her hand were made of fine small-leaf red sandalwood, worn over a long time, they had become smooth and comfortable.

Long unseen, she had grown some gray hair on her temples.

Although not much, it was evident that she had experienced something over the years, thus using much mental energy.

She quietly knelt on the mat, her back slightly hunched.

For those who didn’t know, upon seeing her from the back, might think she was a kind-hearted person.

At the door was her confidant, Nanny Lin, whose appearance seemed significantly older, yet her spirit appeared well.

Standing there calmly, no matter how fiercely the wind and snow attacked outside, they couldn’t interrupt the focus inside the Buddhist Hall.

After a long time, voices were heard from outside.

"The son requests to see the mother."

Upon hearing this, Nanny Lin quickly opened the Buddhist Hall’s door and respectfully said to those outside.

"Prince, please enter."

"Hmm."

Not seen for years, the once young Third Prince had grown into a man.

As the Spirit King of Ce State, naturally he was not a simple person.

When younger, his appearance still leaned toward the Emperor a bit, but now if a stranger came, one glance would confirm he was the son of Consort Qian.

Truly living up to the saying that one resembles those who raise them.

His figure was tall and burly.

Wrapped in a cloak made of black bear fur, he appeared even more fierce.

Seeing him would surely weaken a person’s legs, but in front of Consort Qian, he was wonderfully obedient.

When the Spirit King came in from outside, Nanny Lin happened to see this scene.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but feel.

"Such a person is worthy of being the next Emperor!"

But the words hadn’t come out of her mouth when she heard the Spirit King respectfully salute and say to Consort Qian.

"The son greets the mother, wishing her good health."

Consort Qian had raised him for fifteen years, although initially the mother and son were not in sync, but with kinship in it as a bond.

Naturally, led to this scene of maternal kindness and filial piety.

"You’ve come..."

"Hmm."

When Consort Qian spoke, her voice was gravelly as if smoked, carrying a rasp.

Before, her voice was not heavenly but also not poor. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

How come it had changed now?

The Spirit King was already accustomed to this voice, calmly listening to his mother Consort Qian’s words.

"Is there news from Shengjing City?"

"Yes."

"What does it say?"

"The people we arranged have all successfully made the selection; once they infiltrate the Crown Prince’s Palace, they will naturally find an opportunity to act."

As the Spirit King said this, his eyes flashed with anger and greed.

The throne, high above, was rightfully his.

But it became someone else’s possession.

In the past, for a period, he felt unworthy of living.

The Consort Yi, long revered as his mother, wasn’t his birth mother, and the Liu Family, which always supported his ascent, harbored malicious intentions.

Instead, it was the Consort Qian, whom he once looked down on, who tirelessly ensured his safety daily.

That’s why she had aged prematurely.

Thinking back on these years, he had faced deadly threats, not ten times, but eight.

Even Consort Qian’s voice was damaged when she saved him from being suffocated by fire smoke.

Thus, he realized it was better to fight desperately than wait for death.

Those people in Shengjing City were daily wary of him harboring different thoughts, right?

Fine, then he would rebel against this world to show them!

Thinking of this, his expression stirred with waves.

Turning to prepare to leave, Consort Qian glanced at the Spirit King’s expression and calmly said.

"Has Prince forgotten what I said? Never show happiness or anger outwardly; understand?"

The Spirit King was admonished by her reminder, immediately lowered his head.