It's hard to be the emperor who crosses the eagle

In the evening, an ordinary carriage hurried into Lin'an City and headed straight for Yiwang Mansion.

Su Ruochen frowned.

The bumps of the carriage, coupled with the rapid progress, made him feel full of discomfort.The internal organs seemed to be rolling, and the fresh whip wounds on the back were split open again, spots of bright red blood permeated the goose-yellow silk clothes, and the pain in the wounds also made Su Ruochen's lips turn pale.

The little eunuch beside him was startled, and then pleaded guilty in panic.

Su Ruochen waved his hand, and motioned for him to apply the medicine for himself, and then took out a change of clothes to put on, and then let the little eunuch go out to serve him.

Su Ruochen let out a breath.The scorching pain on the back caused by the whiplash has gradually been replaced by the coolness of mint.The royal family's medicines are just different, Su Ruochen thought.

"Your Highness, we're here." The eunuch respectfully lifted the curtain of the carriage, and greeted Su Ruochen.

Supported by the little eunuch, Su Ruochen stepped on the back of the coachman who had already been kneeling on the ground, and got out of the carriage in a posture that would not let the wound open.

The gentry of this era would not regard ordinary people as equals to themselves, so it was very common to step on the backs of servants to get on and off chariots.And as a royal family, they don't even care about this matter.

Su Ruochen deeply suppressed the democratic thought that he had cultivated in later generations in his heart.It is impossible to live long in this era of deep-rooted feudal rule if you shout about "democracy" and "human rights" without your own strength-even if he is a puppet chosen by Shi Miyuan, he will be judged by his later generations. Those who give up decisively.

But now he is still very weak, and he can only hide and accumulate the incompatibility and dissatisfaction in his heart... can't let anyone see the slightest inappropriateness... Then, when he gains power, slowly break out.This is the only way to survive in this era.

With the help of the little eunuch, Su Ruochen entered Yiwang Mansion, the place where Song Lizong's fate turned.

Before you are strong, you can only show weakness...

Although it is not a luxurious place, the palace is not comparable to ordinary official residences. The heavy and grand architectural style is intertwined with the rich and graceful design, forming a fusion of contradictions.

Su Ruochen couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Outside the gate of the palace, a man in his fifties stood there, observing and watching Su Ruochen.

"Butler Cui," the little eunuch supported Su Ruochen, and said to the man, "this is the young man."

Following the little eunuch's line of sight, Su Ruochen nodded to the housekeeper, slightly raised his pale lips as a greeting.

"I've met the prince." Butler Cui saluted Su Ruochen in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Su Ruochen's eyes.As expected of the steward of this palace, his manners are moderate, and he does not have the common faults of slaves in this era.

"Excuse me." Su Ruo said in a deep and gentle voice, "I'm here to serve as housekeeper Cui."

"Don't dare." Steward Cui's voice was still calm, "My son has a bumpy journey, please go to the wing room with Qiuyue to rest first, and see the prince again tomorrow. What do you think?"

Su Ruochen nodded slightly, agreeing.

Steward Cui waved his hand, and a girl in light yellow clothes came forward and bowed to Su Ruochen: "Your servant, Qiuyue, has met your son. Please let your servant guide you."

Su Ruochen smiled and nodded, signaling Qiuyue to lead the way.

After several twists and turns, several people finally arrived at the West Wing Courtyard.

Although Su Ruochen was welcomed as the heir of King Yi, he still had to stay in the guest room temporarily before becoming the heir of King Yi's mansion.

Swinging away the little eunuch and Qiuyue, Su Ruochen had no choice but to lay down on the bed due to the whiplash on his back, thinking carefully about straightening things out, and thinking about his long-term plans, but it was still a mess.

Shaking his head, Su Ruochen didn't think about what was going to happen any longer, and just decided on the first step.

He can't be too shrewd to make Shi Miyuan feel scruples; nor can he be too incompetent to make others have excuses.Therefore, what he needs to play is someone who has no ambitions for power.

--scholar.People in this category are far less of a threat to those in power than anyone else.And Su Ruochen wanted to play this kind of role.

As for history?Although he is a history student, it doesn't have to follow history in everything, right?To master the history is just to see the opportunity and survive in this era better.

History is an inevitability formed by countless accidents, and it has countless choices, and it is not the known one that is "history".

Now, to live.

Early the next morning, Su Ruochen was awakened from a light sleep by Qiuyue who came to freshen up and dress her.

"My lord, please change your clothes." Qiuyue bowed gracefully, although she was courteous and did not make any other movements, it made Su Ruochen feel that she had a well-hidden disdain for him.

This woman is not easy.

Su Ruochen smiled lightly and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiuyue."

"I don't dare." A strangeness flashed in Qiuyue's eyes, but soon, Su Ruochen, who had been observing her, caught it.

"Sister, you don't need to be polite..." Su Ruochen smiled, and wanted to say something, but stopped.

Qiuyue smiled gently, turned around, took off the clothes from the tray raised by the maid behind her, and gently changed them for Su Ruochen.

The slender and white fingers deftly arranged the large and luxurious clothes. Although there was some roughness of a maid, Su Ruochen still felt that something was wrong.

After washing up, Su Ruochen followed Qiuyue out of the room obediently without showing any abnormal expression.

Wearing this so-called "formal attire", he walked out of the West Wing Courtyard, bypassed several other courtyards, and finally arrived at the destination of the trip - the main hall of Prince Yi's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, the servants are limited by their status, please enter by yourself." Qiuyue stopped and bowed to Su Ruo.

"Sister Qiuyue, please help yourself." Su Ruo nodded with a deep smile.

Su Ruochen took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and entered the main hall.

From this moment on, it was a gamble of fate.He can't lose.

The weight of the main hall has already seated six men.Two old men, three middle-aged men, and a slightly younger young man.

One of the middle-aged men was staring at Su Ruochen with burning eyes.

Su Ruochen didn't care, but just smiled back.

A hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is very likely to be King Nayi.And the others... Shi Miyuan was fixed among them.

Inadvertently scanning a few people, Su Ruo was polite: "I have met the prince and all the adults with Ju."

He didn't warn him of any etiquette, just rested for one night, and brought him here like a court...Is it because King Yi is dissatisfied with Shi Miyuan's acting as his substitute?Or... Su Ruochen lowered his head slightly, his eyes were serious.