Raiders of His Royal Highness

"Back to Your Highness, I thought that I should send troops to Suizhou, and then secretly find out who led the army by the rebels and who ordered them." Lu Zhenglan replied with consideration.

Yu Ling nodded and glanced at the others: "So which general would like to lead troops to Suizhou?"

The civil servants also followed Yu Ling's gaze quietly to the military attache.

All of a sudden, the military attaches buried their heads like a mang stab in the back.

Today is the first time for the prince to go to court early. They haven't figured out the prince's temperament, and they don't dare to act rashly. Especially after seeing the capriciousness of the prince just now, he is even more cautious.

Seeing that no one stood up, Yu Ling gradually put away his smile.

She stood up from the royal chair and walked down the steps step by step.

Mostly because Emperor Jing Ming had never cleaned up the court, and he was more relaxed with the ministers, so these people were raised more and more loosely.

Yu Ling hated Emperor Jing Ming even more.

As the monarch of a country, in order to whitewash the peace on the bright side, he lacks necessary restraints on the courtiers, which makes them too comfortable.

"Very good, all the adults are in their positions but do not seek their political affairs, but the food king's salary has no responsibility. This palace is really eye-opening."

This contained a hint of anger that shocked everyone, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted: "Your Highness, calm down, Your Highness, calm down—"

What a bunch of cowards!

Yu Ling was too lazy to look at these people again, and pointed at a military attache who was kneeling at her feet: "You, lead 20,000 horses to Suizhou for support."

The third eldest, Yu Lang, already had fifty thousand horses, and with Huaining and Yingying assisting, Yu Ling was not worried that their men would lose in the hands of the King of Huainan.

It's just that the courtiers lived too peacefully and extravagantly, and Yu Ling had to let these people lose their laziness when Emperor Jing Ming was in power in the shortest possible time.

The most important thing is that when you go to court for the first time, you have to give a shit!

After all, these people didn't take her seriously in the past. Even if Wu Weiyou was disposed of in front of the Chongming Palace before, these people were still lucky!

...

Not long after the dynasty dispersed today, news spread that the Hussar General Yuan Lie led his troops to Suizhou.

People in Beijing were less worried.

Originally thought that Emperor Jing Ming was sick in bed, there was only a weak and incompetent fifth prince in the capital, and he was afraid that he would be in a mess.

As a result, the prince silently returned to Beijing, under the order to supervise the country.

As for whether or not this 'enforcement' is true, these people will not go into it.

After all, there is a prince and a courtier. At this time, the crown prince is on top of their heads, so they have to bow their heads to the crown prince.

Therefore, these people never asked any more questions about Emperor Jing Ming, who was still sick.

In the silent Chongming Hall, few palace people came and went to serve.

After Yu Ling stepped in slowly, looking at the somewhat depressing scenery beside her, the corners of her mouth slowly twitched.

"...Your Majesty, this is the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. Don't worry, look, the concubine has tasted it, and it's not hot..."

The voice of a soft-spoken woman in the hall reached Yu Ling's ears. She stepped into the house and saw a beautiful woman in a lilac and dark flower Yunjin palace dress sitting beside the dragon bed.

When Pei Qingyun heard the movement at the door, she turned her head and saw that it was the Crown Prince Yu Ling. She hurriedly put down the medicine bowl in her hand and said, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Yu Ling and Pei Qingyun looked at each other, then waved their hands and said in a low voice, "You go down first, this palace and the emperor have important business discussions."

After a while, Pei Qingyun and the silent Eunuch Cheng retreated outside the hall.

The Chongming Hall was so quiet that you could even hear the wind blowing outside.

Emperor Jing Ming, who was unable to move on the dragon bed, tilted his head and stared intently at Yu Ling who was walking in front of him step by step.

Because he couldn't speak, those eyes were full of all his emotions at the moment - anger, killing intent, remorse.

Yu Ling looked down at Emperor Jing Ming, who was paralyzed on the bed, and laughed softly: "Do you think Ben Gong will not be able to come back after leaving Beijing?"

"Have you ever regretted doing so many unfortunate things for that evil seed?"

Seeing that Emperor Jing Ming tried his best to open his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, and when his face was flushed, Yu Ling raised his eyebrows and mocked: "Have you ever regretted it, I don't want to know. I'm just watching now. You are paralyzed on the bed like a dead dog, it really makes this palace very happy."

Then she took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom and poured out a small black pill.

She opened Emperor Jing Ming's mouth and put the small pill into his mouth.

Emperor Jing Ming panicked and wanted to spit out the pill, but at the moment he didn't have any strength at all, he could only feel the pill melt in his mouth little by little.

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth: "You... this rebel... dare to kill the father and kill the king..."

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

Can you speak? !

So the pill just now wasn't poison?

But even if it wasn't poison, Emperor Jing Ming knew that Yu Ling wasn't so kind to save him.

He exhausted all his strength and shouted to the outside: "Someone...someone...someone come to the rescue..."

It's a pity that he hasn't spoken for a long time, his voice is very hoarse and his voice is very low.

Yu Ling folded her arms and said with a smile, "I'm still waiting for someone to rescue you?"

The author has something to say: As the end is approaching, my heart is getting more and more ups and downs, alas.