The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 1022 No Successor
At the very beginning, Qin Mengwen didn't get used to it at all. She was not familiar with this place, and she had no one to rely on except Mo Yan. If Mo Yan didn't come back, she would just stay in her yard obediently. The only time she went out was Just go to the concubine's yard to pay her respects.

Qin Mengwen gradually got used to it when the concubine found out that Mo Yan didn't come back often, and then told her that she could come here to meet him, and even led her here once.

After getting used to it, she was very grateful for this marriage, which was not at all the same as her imagined life.

She doesn't have to worry about intrigue here, and she doesn't have to face those bad concubines. No one will accuse her of her actions.

If she wants to go out for a walk, she can also go out to a banquet without anyone daring to disrespect her, even if she is still young and underage.

Because her husband is the king of this city and this land.

It is also because her third brother is His Royal Highness who holds great power in the court.

Mo Yan took the letter sent by Si Zhuoyuan to see his father, and said straight to the point: "Father, there is a problem with the succession of Qinglong King's throne."

The old prince was sitting in the study room holding a piece of jade and was carving there. Hearing Mo Yan's words, his hand trembled, and the carving knife in his hand was crooked, creating an obvious notch.

Without even thinking about it, the old prince touched the paperweight on the desk and smashed it over, without raising his head, he said, "Stinky boy, will you knock on the door before you enter? Do you know how to be polite? Hmm?"

Mo Yan avoided it calmly, and said calmly, "I knocked on the door, but it was my father, you didn't hear it yourself."

"Nonsense." The old prince refused to admit that it was his fault. He was silent for a while, but he didn't hear Mo Yan speak. He looked up at him: "What did you just say?"

"There is something wrong with Si Zhuoyuan's inheritance of the throne. There is no successor to the Qinglong King's throne. He wrote to ask us what we plan to do."

The old prince finally stopped what he was doing: "Why does he have no successors? Qinglong King is less than thirty, young, and he has not yet married a wife, so he concludes that he will not have a son?"

Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The old prince slowly put down the carving knife in his hand, carefully locked the half-carved jade back into the box, and then asked unhurriedly, "What happened?"

Mo Yan remembered Si Zhuoyuan's performance at the border before, and suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"Don't tell me, the Azure Dragon King can't do it."

Mo Yan was silent for a while, then said, "That's not true."

"But the one he likes has no children."

The old prince didn't think there was any problem with this: "If it doesn't work, he can just adopt one from the side branch of the Si family? Such a big Si family can't even find a child who is suitable to inherit the throne. What's the matter?" It’s so tangled, and I have to send a letter all the way here to ask.”

Mo Yan sat down on the chair: "When Prime Minister Chu was still there, some people in the court felt that we were too powerful and urged His Majesty to cut down the feudal clan. Si Zhuoyuan probably wanted to take this opportunity to let His Majesty take back the throne directly. "

The old prince looked at his son, even more inexplicable: "The matter of reducing the feudal clan has been mentioned since your great-grandfather's generation, and it has not been successful until now. Why, is it possible that His Majesty also has this idea?"

(End of this chapter)