Uncle, don't overdo it

The martial arts conference to be held near the capital is undoubtedly a grand event that shocked the world.

The courtiers talked a lot, as if they were facing a big enemy.

Ximen Jinglie sat lazily on the dragon chair, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he didn't care about what the ministers said, and seemed to stop everything they said in his ears.

"Your Majesty, we should use political power to prevent them from holding a martial arts conference in the capital, especially on the same day as the Emperor's enthronement." Someone finally spoke to Ximen Jinglie on behalf of all the ministers.

This time the opinions of the ministers were unanimously unanimous.

"This, you need to ask the prince's opinion." Ximen Jinglie opened his eyes and glanced at Ximen Che.

Because Ximenche had already confirmed that he was about to succeed to the throne, he did not participate in any court affairs.

"My son..." Ximen Che looked at Ximen Jingxuan as soon as he opened his mouth.

When he reunited with King Xuan, he became the previous prince who had no opinions, but he never had any opinions, and when he "broke" with Ximen Jingxuan, he was influenced by Lin Xiner again.

In fact, until now, Ximenche seemed to be in a dream. Somehow, he had a disagreement with King Xuan, and somehow he reconciled. Somehow, his father would abdicate, and he would become emperor.

Being an emperor was originally his lifelong dream, but when he knew that he was really about to ascend to that position, his heart became more and more flustered, and he always felt that something was missing, instead of being excited about winning the world as he thought before .

Ximen Jingxuan didn't seem to see Ximenche's gaze, and kept standing upright in the court hall with downcast eyes, not expressing any opinions on the discussions of the ministers behind him, and turning a deaf ear to Ximen Jinglie's questions.

Because he knows everything clearly, naturally there is no need to discuss and discuss.

"My son thinks that this is most likely caused by Shuiyue Palace. If you want to stop it, it may not be easy..." Ximenche didn't get any hint from Ximen Jingxuan, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Huh?" Ximen Jinglie's eyes flickered towards Ximen Che.

It cannot but be said that Ximenche's words earned the attention of all the ministers.

Everyone thought that something happened to the Shuiyue Palace and it declined instantly. The reckless capture of the disciples of the Shuiyue Palace by the Northern Border Kingdom was a strong pressure to suppress it. And because the Shuiyue Palace showed clues in the capital of the Qingyuan Dynasty, it was naturally the court's responsibility. A thorn in the side, although everyone didn't know what happened in the Shuiyue Palace, but relying on their keen sense of smell, they believed that the Shuiyue Palace was not as beautiful as before.

But Ximenche said that the martial arts conference was caused by Shuiyue Palace secretly.

In fact, what Ximenche said was just taking advantage of his rebellious psychology, using a different view from others to make a difference, and highlighting his existence as a prince.

How much can he really know about the affairs in the world, how much can he guess?

Ximen Che swallowed dryly, and continued to speak nonsense.

Yes, it can only be described as nonsense, because he said these words without any thought, just to be new and different in front of the ministers.

He knew that no matter what he said, the final decision was still made by Father Huang and King Xuan, and they would always give the most favorable decision.

Suddenly, Ximenche thought of a terrible thing. Although this thing had existed for a long time, he never took it seriously, and now it suddenly magnified in his mind.

That is, King Xuan was the same age as him, if King Xuan had always been King Xuan, wouldn't he have to listen to King Xuan all the time after he became the emperor?

However, if he didn't listen to King Xuan, he really didn't have much opinion, and he couldn't even answer the questions of his father right now.

This is the first time that the father explicitly told the ministers to ask for his opinion.

Ximenche couldn't help sweating all over his body, the temperature in the Zhaohe Temple was only considered warm, far from being sweaty all over, but Ximenche's forehead was indeed covered with sweat stains, quite dripping.

Is it really fun to be an emperor who is so powerless to do anything?For the first time, Ximenche was shaken by his dream.

But wavering is wavering, under the gaze of Ximen Jinglie's piercing eyes, Ximenche had to bite the bullet and continue.

He doesn't want to do something embarrassing.

Ximenche wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "I think that this martial arts conference has something to do with Shuiyue Palace, and must have chosen Sunset Ridge on purpose. If that's the case, if we deliberately stop it, I'm afraid it will stir up trouble in the world." Chinese martial arts people are dissatisfied with the imperial court's coercion. This is most likely a trap set by Shuiyue Palace to incite martial arts people to fight against the imperial court. Erchen believes that we might as well focus on prevention and pay attention to the actions of the martial arts conference. On the surface, we will not participate in the affairs of the world , in fact, stay vigilant and be prepared to deal with the unexpected.”

"The Prince's intention is based on the premise that the Martial Arts Conference is secretly operated by people from Shuiyue Palace. If this is not the case, didn't we make a wrong judgment and miss a major event?"

As soon as Ximenche finished speaking, someone objected.

After all, it is really dangerous for a large number of martial arts masters to suddenly flood into the capital.

"Why does His Royal Highness guess that this matter is related to Shuiyue Palace?" Although someone's tone was not as strong as that of the previous person, the question he asked was still very sharp.

Unless Ximencher can give a satisfactory argument, his words cannot convince the courtiers.

However, Ximenche couldn't tell at all.

"This king agrees with the prince's opinion."

Just when Ximen Che was forced to have nothing to say, Ximen Jingxuan, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"What's your opinion, my lord?"

All the ministers thought that King Xuan was protecting the prince.

"The prince's subordinates have been investigating the Shuiyue Palace, and they have obtained a lot of evidence of the Shuiyue Palace's decline and strength. What the prince said is true. The martial arts conference is indeed related to the Shuiyue Palace. All adults should be prepared to take precautions." Ximen Jing Xuan said.

Ximen Che looked at Ximen Jingxuan in a daze, and he was not sure how true or false King Xuan's words were.

"I believe in King Xuan." Ximen Jinglie followed suit.

He knew that no matter what Ximen Jingxuan's plans were, it would be right to protect the Qingyuan Dynasty first, because the Qingyuan Dynasty had made mistakes, and his life as King Xuan would not be much better.

"If Shuiyue Palace really arranged it deliberately, then their goal must not be just the martial arts leader." Someone followed Ximen Jingxuan's words and began to worry.

"If Mr. Gu is here, maybe he will give some good advice." Someone whispered.

However, after Ximen Jinglie sat back to Zhaohe Hall, Gu Qingcheng began to take care of his illness and recuperate. The young offspring, who did not know what illness he had, was weaker than these old ministers.

"I don't have any great opinions. King Xuan knows more about the Shuiyue Palace than anyone else."

As soon as Gu Qingcheng was mentioned, Gu Qingcheng walked into Zhaohe Hall, knelt in the middle of the hall, and paid homage to Ximen Jinglie.