Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Wu Xian's eyes were cloudy, and he was getting old, but when he looked at Jiang Sile, the sense of wisdom and majesty was still there.

"He led people into the king's tent..." Jiang Sile saw a stern look in Wu Xian's eyes, and then he shut up, refusing to continue.

It seems that the betrayal of his beloved youngest son has hurt him severely, and he is unwilling to bring it up again because of shame or anger.

This looks normal.

"Impossible." Jiang Sile stared at Wu Xian's face. She saw Wu Xian flattening the corners of his mouth, with a look of displeasure and a bit of irritation, and wanted to change the subject.

"Nothing is impossible." Wu Xian dismissed Jiang Sile's question coldly. Jiang Sile saw that at this juncture, he still cared about his majesty.

"He just sent the convoy to Wolf's Throat that day..." Jiang Sile wanted to have a deeper chat, mainly to find a flaw in Wu Xian.

And she thinks this incident can open a breakthrough.

For a father, the breakthrough is either a child or marriage.

Of course, the same goes for a mother.That's what she heard from her free therapist at school.

These psychological 'knowledges' - if they can be called knowledge, are not very useful for learning dance, but are very useful for dealing with parents, or quickly getting closer to a person.

The more Wu Xian resisted, the more Jiang Sile felt that the 'treasure' was behind it.

"He tried to rebel, and I kicked him out." His tone was impatient, as if they were discussing not his children but the life and death of a stranger.

She watched Wu Xian lose interest in their conversation more and more, his eyes were half-closed, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he even wanted to turn around several times.

This is standard resistance behavior.

Jiang Sile turned around happily in her heart, and continued to ask: "Is it because of Wu Mu?"

She saw Wu Xian's hand tightly clenched, and then slowly let go.

The man was finally willing to raise his head, and he glanced at her, as if he felt a little embarrassed and helpless because the secret had been exposed.

"Yes... because Umu is already the heir, and he made that mistake again"

Having said this, Wu Xian's tone became weaker, like a father who has made up his mind and regretted it.

It seems that everything here has a perfect ending.

A young son who made a mistake, and a father who worried about politics, should be expelled as a matter of course.

But Jiang Sile always felt that something was wrong.

Maybe it's because all these results are too easy, but it seems false or dreamy.

Jiang Sile asked a crucial question:

"King's account? Rebellion? Wu Qi has never shown any intention to rebel before..."

Speaking of this, her voice suddenly stopped, like a string that suddenly broke while playing.

She laughed, and Jiang Sile looked at Wu Xian with a hearty smile, her laughter was piercing, making the kidnapped old man think she was a lunatic.

But in fact, it was another person who was really crazy.

Jiang Sile faced him and said slowly word by word: "Old man, you told him to go, right?"

Under her gaze, Wu Xian remained unmoved.

Jiang Sile leaned closer, her voice was like a devil's whisper, quiet and crazy.

"It's you...it's the king's tent that you asked Wu Xian to take someone to. Maybe you want to give him some mission, maybe you didn't say anything"

Looking at Wu Xian's expressionless face, Jiang Sile mocked.

"Because he trusts you a lot. You are not only his father, but also his loyal Shan Yu. Of course he won't be wary of you."

Speaking of this, Jiang Sile couldn't help being moved by this poor little cheated, even though Wu Qi had once spoken rudely to her.

But it's a pity that she couldn't persuade Wu Xian.

This old man is more cold-blooded than she imagined, but maybe this is the quality of a king?

Jiang Sile thought that when she was discussing the marriage, her father did the same. He had already sold her coldly in his heart, but he still seemed to respect her choice on the surface.

Wu Xian was very silent, this time he didn't refute, he didn't say anything.

"Why does it have to be on that day?" Jiang Sile followed the question and continued to figure out the logic and context.

"He shouldn't have prepared anything at that time. You're afraid..."

Wu Xian's eyelids twitched, he still looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"Does this have anything to do with you—my Yan family?" Wu Xian said flatly, as if he didn't care about all of this.

Jiang Sile stared into his eyes, he just didn't care about it all.

There was a mocking smile on her lips.

"Of course it doesn't matter, but I'm happy."

Jiang Sile said coldly, her hand holding the dagger flicked around in a circle, the light of the knife flashed in Wu Xian's pupils.

This seemed to be a threat, but Jiang Sile had no further plans.

"Why Wumu?" She asked the key point of this matter, which is also the most easily ignored question.

Why Umu?Just because he is the eldest son?
There are so many kings in history who prefer their youngest sons. For example, her good father trusts Lao Qi who is stupid enough to rebel.

And when Jiang Sile inquired about Qingyi before he arrived, there were rumors that Wu Xian doted on his youngest son Wu Qi more than the eldest prince Wu Mu.

Although rumors are rumors, they always have some basis.

What's more, Jiang Sile once saw Wu Qi with his own eyes.Wu Qi's pampered and playful temperament is exactly the same as that of the unmarried Princess An Le, both of whom have eyes above the top and are loved.

"Don't go too far." Wu Xian's face turned cold, all the calmness and pretended indifference disappeared.Now, he is like an enraged beast, staring at Jiang Sile with his pupils, reflecting her smiling face.

Wu Xian stood up abruptly, trying to snatch the dagger from Jiang Sile's hand, but he overestimated his physical strength.

Jiang Sile dodged his attack briskly, but instead walked behind Wu Xian in a wrong step.

Before he could come back in the future, he felt the sharp edge on his neck, and Wu Xian finally stopped his movements.

"Old man" Jiang Sile threatened contemptuously, "I'm not your obedient son, just stand there obediently and let you handle it."

As she spoke, she lightly scratched the dagger from Wu Xian's throat.Soon, blood gushed out, and Wu Xian's entire neck was covered in blood.

He couldn't help but wiped his hand on the neck, only to see that the shriveled hand was covered with red blood, and the reflection in his pupils was a dazzling blood red.

After that, no matter how Jiang Sile asked again, Wu Xian never said a word.His lips were tightly closed, and his jaw was slightly tensed. He once glanced at Jiang Sile indifferently, and then there was a long silence.

He is sure, I will not kill him!