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

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Hanwang Mansion

In the study room, which was closely guarded by guards, the King of Han felt relieved, sat down and read the letter again carefully.

The more he read it again, the more he frowned and became less willing to believe it.

absurd!

What absurdity!

What does the death of fifth brother have to do with His Majesty?
Besides, His Majesty has always been kind to others and treated these brothers well... It’s not that he doesn’t know this, it’s not that he is unaware of it...

King Han bit his lip and veins popped up on his arms. He tried hard to suppress his shock and anger.

The anger is not towards others, but towards himself and his own conscience.

Because he knew that he had already vaguely agreed with these ridiculous conspiracy theories in his heart.

Fifth brother cannot die in vain...

The King of Han only had this belief in his heart.

These days, he is living like a zombie because of this belief. This idea has been lingering in his heart since the news of the fifth brother's death.

Unlike the indifferent friendship between the other brothers, the fifth brother was similar in age to him and had grown up together since childhood.

He and his fifth brother went to study together and had meals together. Even his back hall also had a room for his fifth brother.They often stick together.

For the King of Han, the fifth brother was weak in character and was most easily bullied by the snobs in the palace who worshiped the superior and the weak, so he was the fifth brother's backing.

The fifth brother's mother-in-law had a low status, and she would be nothing more than a noble person until her death.

Although his mother-in-law's status was not high, her natal family and his uncles were all ministers in the court.

So even if he wasn't favored, those people didn't dare to treat him poorly, the little overlord.

The King of Han originally thought that it would be great to be granted the title of king...

They all said: After being granted the title of king, you will have your own vassal territory, freedom and high power, and live a free and easy life.

That was the magical life he should live.

And the unexpected surprise is that his fiefdom is right next to the fifth brother. Although now the vassal kings are not allowed to leave the vassal territory privately, let alone collude with each other.

But being close...is always good...

The King of Han once thought so...

But now, Fifth Brother is dead! !

But he didn't even step out of the feudal land! ! !
He couldn't even pay homage to the dead soul of Fifth Brother.

They are the best brothers...

But they were so far apart, even if he wrote to his second brother, his second brother still didn't reply to him, as if he wanted to trap him to death in the vassal territory.

How could he not hate this!

How can he not hate!

Although he knows...

He knew that there must be something hidden in this... It must be that the second brother has been busy recently, or that the indifferent minister stopped his book...

But King Han was still unwilling to give in. He clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were also red.

He wasn't willing to let fifth brother be forgotten like this?
Manslaughter by gangster?Assassin attack?
He no longer knows what the final truth is.

Those people in Jinluan Palace are so smart, they can easily fool him around.

But that's the fifth brother...

The fifth brother who has taken care of him since childhood... The last time they met, the fifth brother said to him with a smile: "You must take good care of yourself. When you have a nephew, the fifth brother will go and beg your majesty to let us get together... "

But now...

Fifth brother, you are gone...

The baby in the fifth sister-in-law’s belly is gone, but I still can’t go to worship you...

The King of Han no longer cares about royal order or loyalty. His heart is restless, and countless storms are raging in it, like a land that is always in a state of earthquakes.

His majestic appearance frightened the group of attendants and Taoist priests with evil intentions.

The King of Han fiercely stuffed the letter back into the envelope, threw it coldly on the ground, waved his hand to the guard, and drove the Taoist priest away.

Until the Taoist priest could no longer hold himself back and shouted loudly to stop. He had something more important to say to the King of Han.

"King of Han...King of Han!! This poor Taoist still has secret things to tell me...I have secret things to tell me!"

The Taoist priest was pulled by both arms by the powerful guards of the palace, struggling desperately.And the two guards were about to pull out the door according to the prince's instructions.

But he kept talking, roaring loudly, and his body and voice were trembling.

King Han looked at the Taoist priest motionlessly, and his cold eyes fell on the young man.

The Taoist priest trembled, as if he was swaying, and the king of Han could even see that his pale face and hair on his forehead were wet with sweat.

At the signal of King Han, the guard threw the Taoist priest to the ground, and then the two obediently left the study and guarded outside the door.

Now there are only two people left in the study, the King of Han and the Taoist priest.

At this time, the Taoist priest shakily climbed up from the ground, leaned on the stool and stood in front of the King of Han.

Such a weak Taoist priest who couldn't stand up in front of him now wants to talk to him about treason. Where does he have the courage?

The King of Han looked at the Taoist priest with some disdain, and asked in a cold tone: "Tell me...how else to bewitch this king..."

The King of Han sat on a high throne and looked coldly at the embarrassed and embarrassed Taoist priest who was as bold as a rat and as timid as a rat. His eyes were cold and piercing. It seemed that this prince had completely changed since the death of King Cheng.

The Taoist priest was originally wearing an earthy blue Taoist robe, but now he was captured by the guards. The clothes were in tatters and clinging to his body in wrinkles.

Only then did the King of Han notice that it was already autumn, but this man was still wearing a simple summer dress. No wonder his face was pale, and probably half of it was due to the cold.

But even if he noticed such a small thing, the King of Han didn't care.

He is just a rebellious official and a traitor, and he is just a commoner.

Even when he was still in Qiaodu City, such a person could only kneel on the ground to answer his questions.

"Don't tell me yet...do you want to die?"

King Han looked at the young man who stood upright tremblingly, with a trace of cruelty flashing across his face.

The Taoist priest tugged on his clothes, which seemed to make his breathing easier.

"Forgive me, King Han..."

The Taoist priest's voice was very light, as if it were a glass of plain water with no taste.

"Who sent you here?"

"Little people come here based on their own intentions...no one instructs..."

The young man looked directly at him and continued to speak in a light tone with a slight cough.

But the King of Han did not believe even a single bit of his words.

The man was still making excuses, which made King Han even more angry.

He was originally a young and energetic boy who didn't know how to be patient. But now that the person who always taught him to be patient is dead, he doesn't need to be patient anymore.