The courtiers on the prince's side wanted to say something to refute the second prince Ji Botong's suggestion.
However, King Qing Ji Dong's words came first, and with the emperor's consent, the prince would rest for two days.
So in the past two days, it was normal for King Yin, who was assisting the government, to handle political affairs. How could they refute this?
"Correct." Ji Tang looked majestic, sitting on the dragon chair, looking down at everyone:
"In these two days, government affairs will be handed over to King Yin."
"Thank you, Father, for your permission." Ji Botong saluted and thanked Ji Tang for taking his suggestion.
Prince Ji Boying pinched his knuckles tightly. He had a bad start at the beginning of the court battle. He felt a little embarrassed and there was endless anger in his heart.
Why not give you two days? What kind of waves can you make in two days?
Do you think that by swaying some princes, you can compete with me?
joke!
The power that I have been running for many years is something that you, Ji Bochang, can't compete with.
Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent. It was obviously a fight between him and the prince, but he seemed to be an outsider.
From the morning onwards, except for some simple reports, he almost said nothing and did not make any superfluous reactions.
But now, it's his turn to supervise the country.
Even if it is only for two days, he will try to promote some policies.
The first step is to weaken the prince's power.
He had already had an idea.
So, at this moment, when many courtiers were shocked that Emperor Ji Tang agreed to King Cheng's suggestion, he stood up.
He proposed a small national policy, but it caused a storm in the court.
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Things went back to six days ago.
Ever since Emperor Ji Tang issued an edict, allowing the prince to supervise the country and King Yin to assist the government, the imperial city of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty fell into a long-lost tranquility.
At least, there was no undercurrent of tension.
The prince is diligently handling political affairs, and King Yin is taking a leisurely stroll.
The setting sun covered the mansion of the second prince Ji Botong, and a tall figure walked gently into the mansion following the orange light.
Ji Botong's mansion is different from the mansions of other princes.
The other princes' mansions were somewhat popular, and their servants were busy with various things.
But Ji Botong's mansion gives people a cold feeling as soon as they step into it, like the cold palace of an unpopular concubine who lives in a corner of the imperial city.
Lin Yu stood in front of the palace gate, respectfully watching his Highness go deeper into the palace of His Highness King Cheng.
"Fourth, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Wujiang had just walked into the living room when he heard a cold voice behind him.
Without turning around, he knew it was the second prince Ji Botong.
"Second brother, let me see you." Zhao Wujiang felt relaxed and lazy.
He smiled and sat casually on a chair in the living room.
He touched the armrest of the chair, and faint gray marks appeared on his fingertips:
"I heard that second brother dismissed all his men?"
A breeze blew by, and the sturdy figure of the second prince Ji Botong appeared in front of Zhao Wujiang. His voice was hoarse and rich, and he was deeply tired:
"You're not here to catch up with me, are you?
If you have anything to say, just say it. "
"I really came here to catch up with you." Zhao Wujiang lazily leaned on the chair. He didn't care about the dust or anything.
He said with emotion:
"There are some people and things, does the second brother want to forget?
Could it be that we just let it go?
Are you willing? "
Ji Botong knew what his fourth brother was referring to.
It was the death of his mother, the imperial concubine, the death of his fourth brother's mother-in-law, An Fei, and, all those years ago, the death of his younger sister, Tong'er.
He was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.
"The Imperial Master and Ji Tang both came forward to explain the matter. There is a reason for the matter, what else can be done?" Ji Botong's face was unshaven. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged several years.
Come to think of it, he has been suffering in his heart these past few days and doesn't know what to do.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers, and a hint of sharp evil appeared in his leisurely demeanor:
"The explanations given by Imperial Master and Ji Tang can only explain that Ji Tang wanted to kill us.
But Tong'er's death, the deaths of Concubine An and Imperial Concubine, and the deaths of some other people, cannot! "
