Hey, you are reborn too?

The emperor was furious and everyone in Fengyi Palace knelt down.

The queen did not dare to persuade him. She did not put on any makeup, took off the hairpin on her head, wore plain clothes, and knelt at the emperor's feet to plead guilty.

"Get up," the late emperor said in a tone that was somewhat gentle, and waved his hand to the people below him, "I want you to get up."

The queen did not move. The imperial doctors glanced at her and chose to continue to keep their heads down and pretend not to do anything.

"Queen, please stand up first and sit down," the emperor said as he saw the empress slowly stand up. "What are you doing kneeling here, you guys who are paid by the Imperial Hospital? Why don't you go and see the prince?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

The prince regained consciousness briefly several times, but soon after waking up, he fainted again.

In a trance, he vaguely felt that there was someone sitting beside the bed.

He suddenly felt very at ease, as if the man would stay by his bedside for as long as he lay there.

Although he couldn't see clearly, the prince knew that it was his father.

Perhaps at that time, the majestic image of his father was deeply imprinted in his young mind.

The prince had a deep belief in his heart that he must be a good son in the future and not let his father down!

Since the snake venom incident, the prince never quarreled with his mother again, and he never went to the secret corner of the imperial garden again.

Whenever he was about to burst into tears, he would always think of his father staying by his side.

Thinking of that caring look, the prince's heart would be filled with warmth. With his father's secret support, he felt that he could overcome any difficulty.

Over the years, he has always obeyed his father's orders, actively responded to his father's decisions in the court, and tried his best to be a good subject and an obedient prince.

In fact, sometimes he felt that his father's decisions were not entirely correct, and some of his father's policies did have problems.

But the prince was always unwilling to face it. He looked at his father through the filter in his heart. His father was so wise and powerful, so naturally his policies would not be wrong.

Therefore, when ministers raised objections in the court and the prince felt something was wrong, he always suppressed his uneasiness and helped his father "debate with the scholars" and overpower those ministers who had reason.

Sometimes in his dreams at midnight, he would wonder if what he did was right or wrong? Was there anything wrong with his father's decisions?

The prince didn't know. With empty eyes, he stared at the gauze curtains on his bed and endured one long dark night after another.

But the day before yesterday, after he personally witnessed the "wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery crying out for injustice," his faith was strongly shaken. Was everything his father did necessarily right?

"Father," the prince said hoarsely as he gathered the late emperor's coat tightly around his waist, "I think you should not do anything that would offend your conscience."

The only answer he got was two muffled coughs.

The prince suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very far away from him, as if there was something unspeakable in the hearts of the father and son.

They...are thinking different things now.

The prince said nothing, bowed, and left.

Contrary to what his father expected, he did not send out troops to suppress the rebellion with force, but insisted on using propaganda to the people.

As expected, public resentment was boiling. It might be because Marquis Zhongyong was too loved by the people, or there were some people fanning the flames. In a nutshell, the people were very emotional, and the royal family urgently needed to find a scapegoat.

The prince knew that the matter had become a big deal at this time, but out of his admiration for the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, he did not want to let the matter be settled like this, so he deliberately condoned it.

He was really curious whether his father was the murderer who killed Marquis Zhongyong.

Unexpectedly, within three days, the Ministry of Justice completed the trial of the unjust death of Marquis Zhongyong and found the murderer behind the scenes - King Cheng.

Upon hearing the news, the prince couldn't believe it at all.

In his impression, Uncle Cheng Wang has always been gentle. How could he do such a hateful thing, be despised by everyone, and be cursed by the people?

However, it was not known whether the prince believed it or not. The Ministry of Justice came out with the result of the investigation in the morning. Just after noon, an imperial edict of punishment and a pot of poisoned wine were sent to Prince Cheng's palace.

The prince and his men hurried to Prince Cheng's mansion, but they only saw Prince Cheng's uncle looking up and drinking the poisoned wine in one gulp.

The prince shouted his courtesy name until his heart was broken.

"Your Highness," the prince still remembered the eunuch's gloomy expression, "I am clearing the criminals for the emperor, please don't come forward!"

"Step aside!"

The prince no longer cared about benevolence, righteousness and etiquette at this time. He pushed the eunuch away and supported the falling King Cheng.

"Did you really... do that?"

The prince's voice was trembling, and his arms around King Cheng were a little unsteady.

"Did I do it?" King Cheng looked into the distance, his eyes no longer focused, and he was breathing weakly. "And, ahem, what's the connection?"

“Your Highness,” King Cheng seemed to have a last glimmer of hope. He grabbed the Crown Prince’s hand and shouted almost hoarsely, “This king, no, I am your servant. I only hope that Your Highness will not grow up and never be exposed to these things again—”

"Cough cough cough..."

He was interrupted by a heart-wrenching cough halfway through his words.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He coughed weakly a few times, opened his eyes, and died.

The prince held back the tears in his eyes and reached out to close King Cheng's eyelids, as if King Cheng had never been wronged and he had never died with resentment.

As soon as King Cheng died, the accumulated public anger was like an avalanche, rolling down from his body with a rumble, but when it hit the ground, it was shattered into nothing.

A secluded courtyard in Dayuan Capital.

"Master," the man said, his face covered in bandages, "Now that the Emperor of Dayuan has put forward a scapegoat, do you think we should continue to exert pressure and make the Emperor confess his guilt?"

"I want the Emperor of Dayuan to confess his guilt personally," the man with phoenix eyes stared into space and chuckled, "I'm afraid that's impossible. Never mind, I've tried my best anyway, and I haven't let Jiaqi down for saving Yin'er's life."

"Then can we set off back to Beili?"

"Let's go," the man with the phoenix eyes sighed, "With the Emperor of Dayuan being so temperamental, Dayuan's good times won't last long."

"Oh, by the way," the man with the phoenix eyes paused, "Clean up this courtyard and leave no traces."

The prince felt as if he had become a walking corpse. He woodenly obeyed his father's orders, said what his father wanted to hear in the court, and married the wife arranged by his father.

There was only one thing he did not obey, and perhaps he could not be blamed for that, which was that he failed to give birth to a grandson for the late emperor during his lifetime.

Apart from his father's order, the only thing that could distract the prince was the child left by Marquis Zhongyong.

The Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery only left behind this one legitimate son. I don't know if it was to compensate the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery that the late emperor loved him very much.

Originally, they wanted to make an exception and confer the title of Loyal and Brave Marquis on him ahead of time, but the imperial teacher asserted that this boy was not destined to accept this title, so the plan was abandoned.

The imperial teacher also said that Xie Shian was not suitable to live in the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, so Xie Shian grew up in the palace since he was a child.

As Xie Shian grew up, the prince slowly discovered that he was different from ordinary people.