The rebirth of a concubine: Gong Du will become the Queen Mother

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, which quickly causes countless ripples.

Before Lu Zhaolin could speak, several courtiers could not help but jump out to object.

Voices of "I have objections" echoed in the court hall.

Mr. Yan was unhurried and glanced at the opponents one by one: "Since ancient times, when establishing a prince, the legitimate son comes first. The eighth prince is your majesty's only legitimate son. My colleagues, you want your majesty to abandon the legitimate son in If you don’t care, will you submit to being a bastard?”

Everyone choked.

What Mr. Yan said makes sense. If they want to object, they have to think of something from another angle.

The first person to stand up was Shangshu Zuocheng.

He cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty is aware of this. If we talk about it by direct concubine, the position of the crown prince belongs to the eighth prince. However, the position of crown prince is related to the future of our Jin Dynasty. I heard that the eighth prince is weak. , I’m afraid it will be difficult to shoulder this heavy responsibility.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight sneer was heard from the hall.

Following the sound, he saw King Jing looking at Shangshu Zuo Cheng with a mocking look on his face: "Who told you that the Eighth Prince is weak?"

Zuo Cheng, the minister, said: "The eighth prince is weak due to premature birth. Everyone knows about this."

"That's the old almanac." Prince Jing said, "Have you forgotten? Not long after the eighth prince was born, my brother and sister-in-law donated food to the people of the Jin Dynasty. All the people of the Jin Dynasty who received food will do it for the Eighth Prince. The prince prayed for his good health. Perhaps the sincerity of the people moved God, and my nephew's health actually improved day by day!"

Lu Zhaolin almost burst into laughter after hearing what he said. Ping An's body obviously gradually became healthy under the careful care of the imperial physician and day after day of martial arts training. Even now, he is still one or two points weaker than ordinary people. When it comes to this kid's mouth, he actually becomes the credit of the people's prayers.

But then he thought about it, that was fine. There is no harm in putting Ping An's body in this aura of blessings from all the people and touching the heavens.

Different from Lu Zhaolin's good mood, Shangshu Zuocheng was directly choked by King Jing's words. Before he could think of how to react, he heard Mr. Yan ask: "In Shangshu Zuocheng's heart, who is this reserve?" Is the prince more suitable?"

This question made Prince Jing a little surprised and dissatisfied. What's going on with this old man? Wouldn't it be better to follow your own words? The only shortcoming of the Eighth Prince's physical weakness has been eliminated. How about directly appointing the Eighth Prince as the heir apparent?

He insisted on asking if these were available. When the time came for a bunch of people to elect the next prince, it would cause a lot of trouble to establish Ping An as the prince!

With this thought in his mind, he opened his mouth to bring the topic back.

Before he could say anything, he received a calm look from Lu Zhaolin.

Whatever, just be patient for a moment.

When Shangshu Zuo Cheng heard Mr. Yan's question, he felt less relaxed than King Jing thought. This question is difficult to answer. He replied that the person he supported in his heart was afraid that the person would be feared by His Majesty. When answering other princes, I am afraid that other princes will take advantage.

While he was still hesitating, someone mentioned the third prince.

"Third Prince?" Mr. Yan nodded: "The Third Prince is indeed a good boy."

The next moment, he heard him say: "It's just that he is more than honest and honest, but lacks wit. The third prince cannot bear the burden of being a prince."

Someone else said the fourth prince.

"The fourth prince is also a good boy." This familiar voice came out again.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Yan added: "It's just that the fourth prince's ears are too soft and he can't stand upright."

Then someone mentioned the seventh prince.

This time, Mr. Yan finally stopped praising him as a good boy. Instead, he chuckled and said, "The seventh prince is indeed smarter than his two brothers. He just has a bad temper and is prone to anger and jealousy."

Someone mentioned the Ninth Prince.

Mr. Yan glanced at the man: "You have a unique vision. The Ninth Prince has a bigger temper than the Seventh Prince, but his brain is not as sharp as his. It's hard for you to think so highly of such a person."

He continued to comment one by one, and it turned out that except for Ping An, every prince was unworthy of development.

Some people were unconvinced: "As the old gentleman said, can the Eighth Prince be good at everything?"

Mr. Yan nodded seriously: "The Eighth Prince is indeed good at everything."

Then, he praised Ping An endlessly, from his talent to his temperament, from his character to his vision.

When King Jing heard this, he finally understood.

This old man seems to be a kind person, but his mind is worse than him. He is now the Crown Prince and Tutor, and the husband of all the princes. With his comments today, it will be difficult for the other princes to compete for this reserve position in the future!

There are also smart people in the court who know that even though Mr. Yan has a special status, he may not have the courage to judge several princes in this way in front of His Majesty.

What he did today was probably due to His Majesty's instructions.

Sure enough, when he secretly looked up, he saw that there was no trace of displeasure on Lu Zhaolin's face, but rather a look of approval.

Could it be that His Majesty directed and acted in today's episode?

Thinking like this, he moved faster than his brain, and immediately knelt down and said: "I second the proposal! Your Majesty, please appoint the eighth prince as your heir apparent!"

He had previously opposed the establishment of a queen for the sake of his niece and was almost liquidated by His Majesty.

Today, His Majesty wants to establish a heir, but it has nothing to do with him. His niece does not have a prince, but he does not have one.

Against what? Even if the objection is successful, it is still making wedding clothes for others.

It is better to be the first one to agree, so as to save our image in front of His Majesty.

After him, someone else quickly seconded the proposal.

Not long after the greetings in Fengyi Palace had dispersed, the decree to establish the crown prince spread throughout the palace.

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Chongfang Palace.

As soon as the third prince entered the palace, he saw Concubine De covering her forehead with one hand, looking like she was enduring pain.

He was startled and hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong with the concubine?"

Concubine De had closed her eyes tightly just now, but now she heard his voice, she opened her eyes and said feebly: "I have a bad headache."

The third prince frowned: "Where's the imperial physician? Why doesn't anyone ask for the imperial physician? Is this how you serve me?"

Concubine De waved her hand: "I didn't let them invite her."

"Why is this?" The third prince was puzzled.

Concubine De said: "Your eighth brother has just been crowned the crown prince today, so I told the imperial doctor that I had a headache. If this matter spreads, I'm afraid the Queen will think that I am against your eighth brother being made the crown prince." Dissatisfied with the matter."

As soon as these words came out, the third prince fell silent.

After a while, I heard him say: "If the concubine was not dissatisfied with the eighth brother's appointment, she probably wouldn't have thought of this. The fact that the concubine thought of this can only mean that the concubine has a headache. Is it really because of today’s decree to establish the crown prince?”

It was not difficult to hear the questioning and dissatisfaction in his voice.

Concubine De raised her head, sat up straight and looked at him: "Who am I doing this for? Listening to what you mean, do you still blame me?"

"It's for your son." The third prince looked directly into her eyes: "But ask yourself, do you really do it only for your son?"