After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

The moment she saw the princess, Jinse couldn't help but cry. Tang Mumu patted her shoulder vigorously and praised her, "Good Jinse, you helped a lot tonight. When the prince comes back, I will ask him to seal a big silver bag for you. How about one hundred taels?"

Jinse pursed her lips, hugged her own princess, and complained: "Princess, you are finally back. Those people are so scary. They insisted on entering the house to check. I was almost scared to death."

"Then why didn't you come into the house?"

Jinse sniffed and answered the princess's words seriously, "I imitated the princess' tone and scolded them away."

"Good job." Tang Mumu praised again and then calmed the person down. She comforted Jinse and let her go back to the room to rest. Tang Mumu lay back on the bed. Things had taken a turn for the better and she finally calmed down. She was too tired these days and fell into a deep sleep in a short while.

It was late at night. In Wusheng Hall, Rong Yan sat cross-legged in the center of a circular platform, his hands and feet chained. After two days, the injuries on his body not only did not get better, but became more painful than the first day.

Hearing the footsteps, Rong Yan looked up and saw Emperor An being led in by a guard. After sending the emperor in, the guard immediately bowed and retreated, leaving only the father and son in the huge space.

Emperor An walked towards him slowly, and seeing a smile on Rong Yan's lips, Emperor An felt a chill all over his body, and even his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Seeing his pale face, Emperor An actually frowned slightly. Rong Yan was not so self-righteous as to think that he was doing this out of concern for him. He only thought that he was angry because he had stepped into the dark and gloomy Wusheng Hall, or that he felt unlucky to see him because of Prince Shun's injury.

"How are your injuries?"

"Thank you, Father, for your concern. I won't die for now."

Upon hearing this, Emperor An frowned fiercely, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Rong Yan's attitude in replying.

"What exactly do you want?" After a while, Emperor An's voice sounded again, and there seemed to be some helplessness in his tone.

Not sure if he had seen it wrong, but Rong Yan actually felt that the usually stern and majestic emperor actually had a trace of a father's expression of pity for his child on his face at this moment, just like when he was in Xiling before.

In just a moment, Rong Yan denied this idea. Even if his father was really worried about the child, he would never be worried about him. He didn't come here to see how injured he was. Maybe he really came here to visit and see when he would die.

"What do you mean by this, father? I don't understand."

Emperor An looked at Rong Yan for a long while, trying hard to recall his past appearance. Unfortunately, he had very few memories of this son in his mind. He couldn't even remember what he looked like and what his personality was like at the beginning.

His memory of this son was still the image of him kneeling in the palace after winning many battles and himself arranging a marriage for him. It seemed that it was only after his marriage that he gradually noticed that he had such a prince, who was both civil and military, respectful and modest, and was called the God of War at a young age. This made him feel at ease and yet fearful.

But besides being a father, he is also the Son of Heaven. Having a prince who is too outstanding is not a good thing, especially when this prince is not very close to him. He is the God of War, and the more the people respect him, the more he should be wary of him. His achievements are so great that they threaten the emperor, and he will not have a good ending.

Throughout the dynasties, there were more princes than emperors, and there were many more princes than princes.

Realizing that he was distracted, Emperor An sighed lightly, slowly walked down the round platform, and sat down in the chair in front of Rong Yan. This should be the first time that the two of them looked at each other so equally. Somehow, they both found it a bit novel for a moment.

"You deliberately leaked the news to let the fourth brother down, and you thought the time was right, so you took the opportunity to strike him head-on, causing him to completely lose his trust in me. You also obtained enough evidence to destroy the entire Anguo Mansion. Not only did you bring down the entire Anguo Mansion and the Imperial Concubine, you also cut off all your own brother's escape routes. Ah Yan, you really impressed my father."

It was at this moment that Emperor An realized that among all his children, Rong Yan was the one who was most like him. He was cautious and ruthless in every step, and he would make every possible plan even if it meant he would fall into an irretrievable situation.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes and suddenly chuckled. Emperor An frowned and looked at him. After a while, he raised his head and said softly, "Father, it has always been my fourth brother who cut off my retreat. Just because you prefer my fourth brother, am I wrong to fight back?"

"What did you say?" Emperor An asked subconsciously, but he regretted it the moment he asked it, and then he became angry. He was angry that Rong Yan dared to speak to him like that.

"Rong Yan, you are so insolent. Is this how you, as a subject, talk to me? It seems that you really have the intention of rebellion. I told you not to covet things that do not belong to you, but it seems that you have forgotten."

Rong Yan just thought it was funny, but he no longer had the strength to laugh. The wounds on his body were getting more and more painful, and the little desire for family affection in his heart was completely shattered.

I didn't expect it would come to this.

"The account books and scrolls are enough to destroy the Anguo Mansion. Evidence of the Anguo Mansion's collaboration with the Ghost Market for rebellion will soon be available. Father should know what choice Anguo will make when choosing between Prince Shun and the entire Duke's Mansion. I already know the cause and effect of the Nanman Gu Tribe incident many years ago. Although Jiang Moqing is no longer alive, what father did will not be brushed aside just because of Jiang Moqing's death."

The silence in the hall became almost eerie. The emperor looked at Rong Yan with eyes that seemed to be filled with poison. Even when facing Jiang Moqing, the murderous intent in his eyes was not as strong as it was at this moment.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes." Rong Yan met Emperor An's gaze, without fear or hesitation, "From the beginning to the end, it was only Fourth Brother who wanted to become a traitor, and Father has repeatedly favored and protected him. Fourth Brother is Father's child, but Father has more than one child. Isn't Father afraid that by doing this, Fourth Brother will be pushed into an irretrievable situation?"

"What do you mean?"

"Father knows that Fourth Brother is arrogant and conceited. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a bad reputation. If it were not for Father's favoritism, even with the support of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion, he would not be able to achieve great things. If you hand the throne to Fourth Brother, aren't you afraid that Fourth Brother will give it up to someone else again?"

Hearing this, Emperor An curled his lips and sneered, "You are finally willing to show your wolfish ambitions. I have never wronged you."

Rong Yan no longer cared about this. No matter how he refuted, in his father's mind he was just a traitor who coveted the throne. No matter how much he explained, it would be a waste of words. What's more, his goal this time was indeed the position of crown prince.

"Father said so, that's it. I am the winner in this situation, and Fourth Brother can't escape this time."

The father and son looked at each other for a long time, and after a moment Emperor An felt terrified. Rong Yan was most like him, so he knew him best. In order to get things done, he could really do anything.

This time, Prince Shun not only touched Rong Yan's bottom line, but also Emperor An's bottom line. He could pass the throne to him, but he could not tolerate Prince Shun coveting the throne.

"Tell me your conditions. How can you save the life of the fourth brother?"

At this point, Emperor An was able to discuss conditions with Rong Yan calmly.