There are many people in this world who are talented and learned, and there are also many who are frank.
But being able to gather together, admit the emotion of jealousy, and admit that the general trend is the trend before coming to the Prince's Mansion is already considered top-notch superiority.
Tianjia has some insight, and Sun Xiaosheng can be used.
"Sun Qing, please get up." Chang Yan took the initiative to help him up, "I really appreciate your words about the general trend. Being able to judge the situation is rare and wise."
In other words, this bravery and magnanimity surpass that of most people.
Who doesn't want to choose a wise king, and who doesn't want to follow the general trend.
Only the weak denounce this kind of behavior, while the strong will only smile and wait for the capable people and strangers who will defect to them under the general situation.
"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince." Sun Xiaosheng bowed his hands in salute, then straightened up, with a faint brilliance on his face.
Maybe it will be difficult for him to surpass Xu Mo in his life, but he will not be left too far behind by Xu Mo.
The emotion of jealousy, if used properly, can also be a boost for progress.
Chang Yan waved his hand and motioned for everyone to continue cleaning up the mess.
Five thousand city defenders were not a small number, and it was a difficult problem to put them all in prison. This little old man, Fengtian Fuyin, was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head. Finally, he had an idea and sent some of them to the imperial city dungeon for trial in batches.
Treason is a serious crime. Even if they are not beheaded, they will be exiled, most likely to be sent to the mining areas to work as coolies. They will also be separated from all corners of the country to prevent them from uprising.
I don’t know if I don’t regret it after fighting with five thousand defenders, but having such support is enough to prove the ability of the second prince Zhu Changyu.
Chang Yan stood at the gate of the imperial city and watched the whole street return to its normal state. The people tentatively opened the doors and windows, and gradually the streets became as lively and noisy as before.
He smiled slightly, then called his personal guards and told Guanglu Temple to prepare more food. He saw the commander of the Imperial Guard coming over in a hurry.
As a confidant of the Tian family, men have always been calm and decisive.
Being able to command thousands of imperial guards also shows his ability and skill.
But at this moment, there was panic in his eyes, and he barely maintained his pace. He came over and said softly, "Your Highness, Empress Ju has passed away."
The woman who had been strong all her life swayed on the beam for who knows how long before she was discovered by the palace maid who brought water.
All the guards who were originally responsible for guarding were driven away and stood guard outside blankly.
If Zhu Changhong's death was an accident, Concubine Ju's death was more likely due to poor care and negligence on the part of the commander of the Imperial Guard.
No wonder he was panicking at this moment.
Chang Yan took a deep breath, whether it was heavy or emotional, he couldn't tell.
It was expected that the palace turmoil would lead to bloodshed, but the departure of Concubine Ju and her son was unexpected. The Tian family was already lingering on the bed coughing up blood. If they heard this news again...
"Go and have a look." He nodded to Xu Mo and rushed to Chengqian Palace as quickly as possible.
Qianqing Palace, Chengqian Palace.
You can tell from the name that you are favored, and historically it was often the residence of your favorite concubine.
But at this moment, the bodies of Ju Lianruo and Zhu Changhong's mother and son were lying across the hall, and the hanging white silk was blowing in the wind, bringing with it an indescribable and indescribable feeling of desolation.
"Mother, why did you leave just now? Mother, please wake up and look at us."
Several personal maids burst into tears.
They were crying for their former masters, but they were also crying for their own fate.
Once the emperor and once the courtiers, once the master once the slave.
When Concubine Ju was here, they were high-ranking palace maids, with countless eunuchs and maids to flatter them. After Concubine Ju died, they would be reassigned to be sweepers, at worst, their lives would be in jeopardy.
This is the fate. What master and servant share is not only the glory and wealth, but also the ups and downs of power and the turbulent future.
"Ahem." Little Eunuch Wu stood on both sides and said in a sharp voice, "His Royal Highness is here."
Several palace maids immediately stopped crying and knelt on the ground in a dignified manner, remaining silent.
Chang Yan took two steps forward, took one look at Concubine Ju's purple face, then lowered his eyelashes and said, "Controll your appearance for Concubine Ju and the eldest prince."
"Yes." Little Eunuch Wu immediately sent someone to deal with it.
The commander of the Imperial Guard stood beside him but hesitated to speak.
The key is not to restrain one's appearance, nor to take one last look. The key is how to tell Tianjia and the man lingering on the sickbed.
Your lover and your most beloved child are both dead.
He died in palace chaos and when the emperor's power changed.
Will he regret it? Will you hate the long banquet? Will you want revenge?
These are unknown.
No matter what, he is the most powerful emperor at present, and he is not dead yet.
When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses.
Even if he is a prince, he must avoid his sharp edges.
"My subordinates brought Empress Ju into the Fengtian Palace with the tacit approval of the Tian family." The commander of the Imperial Guard did not dare to hide it and said truthfully, "The Tian family knew about Empress Ju's ambitions and this move was to make her give up completely. At the same time, he ordered Please protect Empress Ju..."
He did protect Concubine Ju, but he couldn't protect the eldest prince.
Zhu Changhong's death directly led to Concubine Ju's departure.
Now that both mother and son are dead, it is really difficult to explain.
Chang Yan's pupils moved slightly and he sighed softly.
Now there are two options.
Either take advantage of the moment when the Tian family is lingering on the sick bed, and hide the death of Concubine Ju and her son for as long as possible. It is best to hide it until the Tian family dies.
Or just say it directly, which would give the Tian family a chance to see Concubine Ju, but it would also make the Tian family excessively sad and even resentful.
The commander of the imperial guards told the truth. Since he was afraid of the emperor's resentment and did not dare to be bold enough to conceal it, he raised this issue to His Highness the Crown Prince.
Chang Yan stood expressionless for a long time, and finally turned around and headed to Qianqing Palace.
This is about facing resentment head on.
The Praetorian Guards followed suit step by step with their hearts in their throats.
The two walked through the quiet corridor and walked to the majestic Qianqing Palace. They heard coughs before they entered.
Manager Wu was anxious and worried. When he saw Chang Yan, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then he swallowed it forcefully.
He just bowed and said, "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince. All the previous matters...have been resolved?"
Chang Yan forced a smile and nodded.
"It's good if it's solved, it's good if it's solved." Manager Wu rambled, "You don't know, even when it's time for the emperor to go to sleep, he just refuses to close his eyes and keeps worrying over and over. This can be relieved by falling asleep, but he still keeps coughing. Until now, I don’t know that Your Highness..."
Knowing that he had made a mistake, he quickly changed his words and said, "I don't know how far the canonization ceremony of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has progressed."
Sure enough, love will not change, and care will not diminish.
Chang Yan smiled, motioned to Manager Wu to open the door, and stood in front of the dragon bed while coughing.
The man who used to be so lively and vigorous in the past is now so haggard that his cheeks are sunken, his eye sockets are dark, and his lips are pale.
He noticed the footsteps, and it took him a moment to slowly open his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Here you are...how are you...things are going well...are you okay?"
There is obviously no subject, so Chang Yan can be sure who he is asking.
A strange tragic feeling surged from the bottom of his heart, and he opened his mouth without any cover-up, "It's not good, it's very bad."
