Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Royal Palace.

The cock crows three times, and Ye Jingyu finally wakes up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the imperial doctor kneeling on the ground.

He sat up suddenly. "Has Xuan'er returned to the palace?"

Imperial Physician Liang crawled forward a few steps and said in a tired voice: "Concubine Yao has a good destiny, so she will be fine. Please give her the body of a dragon."

Immediately afterwards, a clear and gentle voice sounded in the room.

"I have sent people out of the city to search for him. Your Majesty, please do not be too worried."

A handsome face came into view, and the snow-white robe was particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this person, Ye Jingyu felt a little relieved.

"When did the emperor come?"

Ye Zhan looked at Ye Jingyu with concern.

"It was Imperial Physician Liang who sent someone to inform me. How does the Emperor feel now?"

"It's okay, I'm much better now."

Ye Jingyu got out of bed and put on light yellow golden dragon boots.

He asked in a serious tone: "Is there any news from the emperor's uncle?"

Ye Zhan shook his head. "Not yet."

Even though Ye Jingyu had known this would be the result, the blood and energy in his chest still surged.

He took a strong breath, suppressed the blood wave in his chest, gritted his molar teeth and said: "If a thief like Ashlan dares to take Xuan'er away, I will personally conquer Jiangwu and destroy that tiny little land. Trampled into ashes.”

Ye Zhan sighed silently.

As a man, he could naturally understand Ye Jingyu's mood.

And he also lost his beloved.

Thinking of the face that was very similar to Yin Qingxuan, Ye Zhan felt a sudden pain in his heart, and immediately advised in a gentle voice: "The situation in the capital is in chaos now, and the emperor must not act on his own initiative. Regarding the matter of Concubine Yao, I will send more people to look for it. Your Majesty’s intelligence will definitely leave us clues.”

Ye Jingyu was already in a state of confusion. Tomorrow was the day of the Queen Mother's state funeral, and there were still many things waiting for him to deal with. But when he thought that Yin Qingxuan and Zhao'er were not in the palace, how could he feel at ease?

Suddenly, he thought of what the white-haired weirdo said. Since he said he lived near Tianan Drug Store, he must still be there.

Ye Jingyu glanced at the imperial doctor and said, "Please step aside first. Uncle Emperor, come out of the palace with me."

Ye Zhan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Now that the Queen Mother is dead, those two-faced courtiers no longer dare to make any move. Even if the night scene shines brightly in the palace, everything is under control.

Ye Jingyu whistled, and Bai Xue, who was lying not far away, immediately ran over.

Ye Jingyu squatted on the ground and patted Bai Xue's big head.

"Follow me, take me to find Zhao'er, and remember to look for Xuan'er's aura along the way."

Bai Xue barked and followed the horse.

But he didn't have much hope in his heart. If the other party deliberately wanted to hide Yin Qingxuan, they could think of anything he could think of.

Now I can only see my son first and then think about other things.

The uncle and nephew hurried out of the palace, and a quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the door of Tian'an Medicine Store.

Bai Xue sniffed along the road and suddenly stood in front of the nearby house and barked inside.

Ye Jingyu lifted himself up and climbed onto the wall.

There was a person standing in the courtyard, as if waiting for him.

Her silvery white hair was tied casually into a bun, looking free and elegant.

As soon as Ye Jingyu regained his footing, the white-haired man turned his face.

He asked in a calm voice: "Have you brought the person I want?"

Ye Jingyu suppressed the emperor's arrogance and gave a fist-cup salute to the white-haired man.

"There is still no news about Xuan'er. This junior is bold and wants to see the child first."

The white-haired man said expressionlessly: "I said that if you want a child, take that little girl in exchange for it."

Seeing how stubborn this person was, Ye Jingyu's patience quickly disappeared and his tone became a bit colder.

"Now Xuan'er's life and death are uncertain, and I'm also looking for him. As the child's biological father, I don't think it's too much to take a look at him."

The white-haired man lowered his hands and looked indifferently ahead.

"That's what you think, it has nothing to do with me."

At this time, Ye Zhan had also flown onto the wall.

Seeing that this man has a handsome face, looks very young, but has white hair, and calls himself me... I can't help but feel that he is the Sword Master Lin Xiao.

He hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "May I ask if your surname is Lin?"

The white-haired man glanced at him and said coldly: "The last name is just a nickname. It doesn't mean anything. It's useless to ask."

Ye Zhan asked again: "I wonder what Mr. Yao's search is for, but is it related to the guqin in a restaurant?"

The white-haired man snorted and said, "You must have some knowledge."

Ye Jingyu frowned slightly. It seemed that the emperor's uncle was right in his guess.

He clasped his fists again and said respectfully: "If you accept Xuan'er as your disciple, sir, I have no objection. I also ask you to return Zhao'er and don't let him be separated from my flesh and blood."

The white-haired man seemed a little annoyed, and his voice suddenly became darker.

"What I said will never change. Just step back."

He flicked his sleeves, and an unparalleled force suddenly swept over him.

Ye Jingyu's feet sank, and he heard a soft crash. The adobe wall could not withstand the force and collapsed instantly.

Ye Zhan flew back, but Ye Jingyu was still standing there.

The strong vigor made his robes rustle violently, but his steps did not move even a single step.

The white-haired man glanced sideways at him and snorted coldly.

"When you have some ability, then take another move."

With a flick of the sleeve, a sharp force shot out from the sleeve, as if it had taken the shape of a sword in the air.

Ye Zhan was horrified, could this be the legendary sword energy?

Unexpectedly, there was such an expert hiding in the capital. He hurriedly clapped his palm and knocked Ye Jingyu away, just in time to avoid the energy.

The white-haired man snorted. "Junior, are you forcing me to do something?"

Ye Zhan bowed and said, "Juniors don't dare, please ask the seniors to be accommodating and let us see the child."

The strange man was silent, as if he didn't hear.

The disparity in strength made Ye Jingyu's eyes flash with helplessness. For the sake of his son, he could only restrain his pride, bent his knees, and knelt on a piece of broken adobe.

He looked at the white-haired weirdo and said slowly: "The child is still young and cannot be away from his parents for too long. As a senior hermit, he must know the pain of life and death. I don't ask to take the child away, I just want to meet him. Senior, please be accommodating."

This is the emperor who holds the power of life and death for everyone, but now he is kneeling at the feet of this man.

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened.

However, the white-haired man was unmoved.

He looked at Ye Jingyu with a calm face and said in a clear voice: "I said I won't hurt the child, so I won't hurt you. If you try to push the child further, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Old senior, are you really unwilling to be accommodating?"

Seeing how unreasonable he was, the murderous intent in Ye Jingyu's phoenix eyes suddenly increased.

The white-haired man smiled disdainfully.

"You alone want to fight me?"

"For Zhao'er, I am willing to ask you for advice on two tricks."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jingyu flew up, gathered all his strength into his palms, and slapped the white-haired man with one palm.