Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 450
"That's right, the Prime Minister's words are right!"

Someone below boldly agreed.

Although what the prime minister said was a bit presumptuous and even offended the emperor, it was indeed reasonable.

Then think according to the emperor's suspicion——

Mr. Jiang's rebellion at this time came from an unknown source, and he would be cast aside by the world without a legitimate reason.

It will be stigmatized for thousands of years!

Instead of risking being punished by scholars all over the world to do this kind of thing, Mr. Jiang, why not wait for Concubine Jiang to give birth.

If Concubine Jiang gave birth to a dragon son, the governor could wait for the dragon son to grow up, and then support him in taking the throne.

In this way, the risk is reduced and it is more justifiable.

The emperor frowned, he had also thought about this possibility, as long as Master Jiang didn't lose his head in a hurry, he should choose to turn from light to darkness, recharge his energy, and wait for Concubine Jiang to give birth.

As for the weak father-daughter relationship between Concubine Jiang and Master Jiang, it was the emperor's card that could handle Master Jiang.

The haze between his eyebrows dissipated a little.

That's right, if Concubine Jiang is disobedient in the future, he can completely leave the mother and keep the son, and firmly control the fifth prince in his hands, thereby holding Dudu Jiang hostage.

If Concubine Jiang is smart, that would be even better.

The cloud that shrouded the imperial study room finally dissipated completely, and all the emperor's confidant ministers also left after the disaster.

After the prime minister stayed alone to talk to the emperor for a while, he coaxed the emperor into a happy smile before he left the palace slowly.

After leaving the palace, his carriage circled around and stopped in a secluded courtyard.

There was no one around, and the Prime Minister opened the door in a low-key manner and walked in.

"My lord..."

The person sitting in the shadow finally raised his face, revealing a handsome, romantic and unrestrained face.

Lan Wang supported his chin with one hand, and his slender and well-articulated hands tapped lightly on the table, making a sound of humming.

The prime minister, who was comfortable in front of the emperor, showed a little calm in front of King Lan.

"Say it."

The prime minister cupped his hands, "I have given up the emperor's idea of ​​dealing with Lord Jiang, but the emperor is suspicious, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay." Lan Wangfeng smiled, and he leaned on the chair with a crooked body.

"Your Majesty and Mr. Jiang each get what they need, there is no need to sweep the finishing touches for him."

There was a glint in the prime minister's eyes, "The minister looks at the emperor, I am afraid that he has the intention of leaving the mother and keeping the son."

"Oh?"

Lan Wang was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

"Concubine Jiang, you are not an idle girl. If Brother Huang underestimates her, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot."

He smiled loosely and frivolously, and he never restrained his calculations for watching a good show.

"What the lord means is, what's wrong with Concubine Jiang?"

Lan Wang glanced at the Prime Minister, and smiled silently.

The Prime Minister knew it wisely and stopped asking further questions, but in his heart Concubine Jiang, who had no obvious presence in the palace, began to explore.

After the Prime Minister left, King Lan yawned and slumped in the chair lazily with his phoenix eyes narrowed.

Like a lazy big cat.

In the courtyard, the sound of wheelchairs appeared from far and near.

"coming?"

Lan Wang lazily crossed Erlang's legs and shook his feet.

A cold and gloomy face appeared in front of King Lan, and the visitor's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, deep and calm.

When others look at him, they will feel the cold seeping through their bones, making their whole body cold.

Feeling timid, as if seeing the cold-faced Hades.

Lan Wang was not affected at all, and threw out the folding fan he was playing with in his hand, and a cold light flashed across the folding fan.

And the person in the wheelchair didn't move, but caught the sharp folding fan in the blink of an eye.

The blood dripped from the fingers, but the visitor didn't seem to feel it.

Throw the fan back casually.

(End of this chapter)