Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

This made the emperor think about the fact that the imperial concubine had secretly killed his son, and he immediately blamed both mother and son for coveting the imperial power.

He suddenly felt that the imperial concubine might not really love him, she just wanted to keep Sang Qingyuan.

Sang Qingyuan was not really filial and respectful to him, he just wanted to get the throne.

Both mother and son are both ambitious and greedy for power!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed the emperor became. The eyes he looked at the imperial concubine and Sang Qingyuan were no longer as gentle as before. He coldly changed the date of Sang Qingyuan's confinement from three days to ten days.

The imperial concubine was also demoted and forced to be sent to Youning Palace.

Sang Qingjiu then followed the queen and left with a smile.

"Congratulations to the Queen Mother for regaining the palace power."

Sang Qingjiu whispered.

The queen curled her lips and said, "That's fine. I know that you and your father are planning something together. If necessary, you can tell your mother. Sometimes the power of this harem is not half weaker than that of the previous dynasty."

"So, I really have something else to ask my mother for help with."

"What's the matter?"

Sang Qingjiu leaned next to the queen and said in a low voice, "Prince, you are having an affair with Ying Zheng."

Hearing this, the queen's pupils shrank and she turned her head to look at Sang Qingjiu in disbelief.

Because she was too shocked, the steps on her head were shaking, and even her voice was a little distorted, "Are you sure?"

"nature."

Sang Qingjiu nodded lightly, "I'll trouble my mother to take action on this matter."

The queen closed her lips tightly when she heard this, for fear that she would laugh out loud at the palace gate.

After a long while, she laughed and said, "Sang Qingyuan, what a fool."

"It's a good thing for us that he's stupid."

Sang Qingjiu responded.

The queen naturally agreed to this kind of thing.

Afterwards, Sang Qingjiu parted ways with her, took the palace card and said he wanted to leave the palace.

The queen thought she was going to find General Ling, so she readily let her out of the palace. Unexpectedly, after leaving the palace, Sang Qingjiu turned around and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Where is your Prime Minister?"

Sang Qingjiu asked with a cold expression.

The old housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion was quite familiar with her, so he lowered his head and said, "The Prime Minister has gone to Taifu Chen's Mansion."

Chen Taifu, Chen Yuandao.

Sang Qingyuan's people.

Hearing this, Sang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Xiao Yunci had gone to Chen Yuandao to discuss how to save Sang Qingyuan. That guy is really worried that the world will not be in chaos~

Thinking about it, Sang Qingjiu was not very angry at all. He just slowly drank the tea brought by the butler and sat on the chair with a chic and lazy posture, just like the hostess of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The housekeeper didn't dare to speak anyway. He only dared to send someone to send a message to Xiao Yunci behind Sang Qingjiu's back, saying that the eldest princess was here again.

On the other end, Xiao Yunci was indeed discussing with Mr. Chen how to save the prince from the disaster of the imperial concubine.

But before they could discuss it, they heard news from the palace that the prince had been banned from the emperor for ten days.

How can this be fixed?

Chen Yuandao frowned so hard that he could kill a mosquito, "The emperor is angry with the prince because of this. Could it be that he wants to depose the prince?"

"will not."

Xiao Yunci shook his head, "Don't worry, Tai Tu. The only healthy prince under the emperor's knees is the prince. At most, he just hates the prince for a while and will not depose him."

After all, the emperor can't hand over the throne to someone else's son, right?

As for the third prince...it's not certain whether he can survive the emperor.

Hearing this, Chen Yuandao smiled bitterly, "The Prime Minister doesn't know something, but the third prince is actually not sick. If the emperor is tired of the prince, the third prince will take advantage of the situation..."

Ok?

Uh huh huh? ? ?

Xiao Yunci raised his eyebrows high, "The third prince is not sick? Isn't he too sick to go to court?"

"fake."

Chen Yuandao sighed: "Concubine Zhuang and the third prince are all pretending. The third prince is very healthy, I'm afraid he will participate in politics soon."

Why is there still a third prince?

Wouldn't it be extremely difficult for Sang Qingjiu to ascend the throne...

Wait, why is he thinking about this? He doesn't care about Sang Qingjiu!

"How do you know that the third prince is pretending?" Xiao Yunci asked again.

"Concubine Zhuang's father took action against the prince. Moreover, there are rumors that the third prince is frail and sick, but in fact, the prince's informant in the palace also spread the news that the third prince is actually practicing martial arts."

So, the third prince is in good health and is about to enter the battle for the throne?

Tsk~

So next, if the three parties compete for the throne, why don't they beat the dog's brains out?

Xiao Yunci thought about it, pretending to be calm and said: "The prince is currently very active and makes many mistakes. I would like to ask the tutor to advise the prince to be more conservative these days, so as not to attract the emperor's attention again."

"It's natural."

Chen Yuandao responded softly.

The two of them murmured and discussed for a while, and Xiao Yunci also suggested that Sang Qingyuan remember to win over the generals. If there was any emergency, he would just do the opposite.

Hearing this, Chen Yuandao laughed twice and said, "Don't worry, Prime Minister, His Highness is not completely unprepared. Your Highness is not short of military commanders."

Seeing Chen Yuandao's confident expression, Xiao Yunci always had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He couldn't help but give a few more words of advice before talking about other things.

Before the discussion was over, the servant from the prime minister's residence rushed over and whispered to Xiao Yunci about Sang Qingjiu's stay at the residence.

He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to Chen Yuandao, "Taifu Chen, I have a distinguished guest here, so I'll take my leave first."

"Prime Minister, walk slowly."

Chen Yuandao walked Xiao Yunci all the way to the door. As he watched him leave, his eyes gradually became dim.

Xiao Yunci~

Why did Prime Minister Xiao, who had a holy heart, turn to the prince when he was in crisis?

Could it be that, as he said, it was timely help?

Or does he have other plans?

Chen Yuandao sighed, planning to go to the palace to find Sang Qingyuan sometime.

On the other side, Xiao Yunci hurried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After entering the house, he saw Sang Qingjiu lying on a chair. Her favorite Junshan Silver Needles were brewed on the table, and her favorite tea cakes were placed on the table. She was holding a book called "River Management" that he had not finished reading last time. Policy".

That leisurely and contented look made Xiao Yunci's eager footsteps gradually slow down, and even his heart calmed down.

His eyes fell on her face.

Under the sun, that fair and beautiful face was particularly dazzling.

"came back?"

Sang Qingjiu raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

At that moment, it was like time suddenly stretched back to a long, long time ago.

In that poor thatched house surrounded by earthen walls, when he was not busy, his mother always liked to lie on a chair and teach him how to read and read.

His mother was a beloved daughter of heaven. She was expelled from the clan after her father's death. When she had no choice but to marry a poor farmer to save the lives of her mother and son, she never blamed anyone but told him to study hard and be loyal to the country.

Although his stepfather came from a poor family, he was capable and treated his mother very well. If he was really too busy, he wouldn't ask his mother to do any work.

The wind at that time was as gentle as ever.

When my stepfather came home from work, my mother would turn around, smile, and greet him softly: "He's back."

Just like...now.

Xiao Yunci stood there, looking at Sang Qingjiu on the chair absentmindedly.