Has His Royal Highness chased his wife's crematorium today?

Coming out of Guangming Palace, Yun Zhao was very quiet.

When she arrived in a remote place with few people, Su Xi asked cautiously, "Crown Princess, Lin Guiren..."

Yun Zhao shook his head, signaling her not to mention it outside, Su Xi quickly covered her mouth.

Half a day later, Yun Zhao learned that Lin Guiren's sister had settled down.

Su Xi went outside to inquire about this matter, but she still shook her head when she came back after a long time, "No one dares to say anything about Mrs. Lin."

It's normal if she doesn't dare to say it publicly, but she doesn't see anyone talking about it in private.

Yun Zhao was not surprised by this result at all. Guiren Lin had hoped that she could take care of her younger sister, and presumably she had already made plans.

But at this time, in the Guangming Palace, the emperor got angry, but his expression was very complicated.

Some unspeakable guilty conscience.

Shou'an had been with the emperor for a long time, knowing the reason, he did not dare to speak out to persuade him.

"I used to..."

Shou'an raised his head and saw the emperor picking up a Langhao pen, but he didn't move or speak for a long time.

Shou An went to the side and poured a cup of tea, and put it down on the table, seeing the words on it from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help being surprised.

It's just that after the emperor finished writing, he crumpled the paper again.

It seems that those guilt and guilt are just a short moment.

"Send a cup of poisoned wine over there," said the emperor.

Shou An replied yes, and then started to run errands.

When he arrived at the Heaven Prison, Lin Guiren had been punished, and there was no good flesh on his body, and he lay on the ground without moving at all, looking very pitiful.

Shou'an thought to himself, this cup of poisoned wine was brought over, and it could be regarded as a relief for her.

When Lin Guiren heard the movement, he tried his best to raise his hand, but he couldn't help being disappointed when he saw the person coming.

Shouan squatted down, poured the poisoned wine in the wooden box and brought it to Lin Guiren.

The surrounding jailers had already been removed, and Shou An didn't have to hide his words, "This wine is a reward from His Majesty, Lin Guiren, please drink it as soon as possible."

Lin Guiren struggled to get up, enduring the pain and drank the wine.

It didn't take long for her body to feel extreme pain, and she gradually lost consciousness.

Shou'an ordered someone to wrap her in a straw mat and send her outside the palace.

He also followed, and only went back with the jailer after seeing Lin Guiren's body in the wilderness with his own eyes.

Then he went back to life.

"Thrown out of the palace?"

Shou An hurriedly knelt down, "It's the slave who made his own decisions."

The emperor waved his hand, "Throw it away and throw it away. If you have the guts to harm me, you should expose your corpse to the wilderness."

"Such a glass of poisoned wine is already too kind."

Hearing this, Shou An lowered his head and curled his lips. Seeing the emperor get up, he quickly straightened his whisk and followed him.

The emperor summoned several close officials to discuss matters after the birthday.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what the emperor meant for a while.

The emperor said, "As I grow older, I want to see the world unified in my lifetime."

The few people who heard this were stunned.

The world is unified, and now apart from those dependent countries, now only Beixiao, Yunguo, and Jianguo are left.

Bei Xiao and Yun Guo have a marriage relationship, although they almost won it in the past, it was only a near miss.

And Jiang Guo also has a Wanmei, although Wanmei lost her unborn child due to an accident, but there was an eighth prince before.

Moreover, Prince Jiang Guo has a side concubine of Bei Xiao, so he is also married.

On the bright side, what His Majesty wants is almost impossible to realize.

Unless you tear your face.

Those who are familiar with the emperor's thoughts thought about it at this time, and then asked tentatively, "Now that the princes of the two countries are in Lanjing, why don't your majesty find an excuse to stay here temporarily?"

Before the emperor could speak, another person said, "That's not right. The princes who came back here are all princes of a country. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to keep them here?"

"Furthermore..." The man hesitated, looked at the emperor for a while before he dared to continue, "The beauty in the harem is nothing more than a beauty, but what about the princess?"

"If the two countries are at war, the Crown Princess..."

He didn't continue to speak, after all, the emperor could understand the meaning of not finishing.

The emperor was not in a good mood after hearing this, he really wanted to rule the world as soon as possible, otherwise he just waited and waited, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

Sometimes he feels that there is still a future, and sometimes he worries that he will not be able to wait.

That's why this time I gathered these confidantes together as soon as possible to come up with a solution.

"I thought that although the Crown Princess is the Princess of Yun Kingdom, she is also Bei Xiao's Crown Princess. She should understand the general situation."

The emperor said this not because he was kind to Yun Zhao, but because he was thinking about half of the city that Yun Zhao held as a dowry.

It's just that his position is not easy to ask for in the past.

Even if you have the cheek to ask for it, it doesn't make sense.

A few people understood as soon as they heard it, so they figured out a way together with the emperor.

From day to night, several people did not come up with a charter.

The emperor heard his head buzzing, and finally threw out the teacup in his hand, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"After such a long time, you can't think of a way?"

One of them thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, why don't you ask His Highness the Crown Prince? Your Highness the Crown Prince is the heir apparent, so such a big matter should be discussed together."

This was true, but the emperor felt uncomfortable listening to it.

He is an emperor, with a status above ten thousand people, why should he ask his son if he is not successful?
Back then, he was able to sit on the emperor's throne, relying on himself rather than others.

It was possible before, and it is possible now.

So he rejected the suggestion. The courtier who originally made the suggestion wanted to say that after discussing with His Highness the Crown Prince, he could have an opinion on how the Crown Princess should treat her.

But the emperor's face turned cold, and he couldn't say these words.

"Yun Kingdom has been friendly with Bei Xiao for the past few years, why don't your majesty take it easy?" said the courtier standing on the far right.

"Jiang country is weak, if we send troops to attack, it will not cost much manpower and financial resources."

"Yun Guo and Bei Xiao have a good relationship and are married, so even if Jiang Guo asks Yun Guo for help, Yun Guo will not help no matter who it is."

The emperor lowered his eyes, thinking carefully about the possibility of this approach.

In fact, what he wants to do most is to keep the princes of both countries.

But there is no reason to do so.

The birthday has passed, and there is no reason to keep him.

The emperor bent his fingers and knocked on the table, "Since this is the case, let me think about how to easily take down Jiang Guo."

"Your Majesty, that beautiful woman... and the Eighth Prince..."

The person who said this was very hesitant, although His Majesty doesn't often go to the harem to see the Eighth Prince, but the favor he had in the past is not fake.

The emperor seemed to have just remembered that he still had this son, and then frowned, "Don't worry about them."

When the emperor's voice fell, several people were a little stunned, and then began to discuss in low voices.

The emperor held his forehead with his hand, rubbing and pressing it with his fingertips.