"You are so brave, how dare you chatter at me!"
King Yi glared angrily, held his sword trembling, and rushed out.
"Prince Yi," Ming Huiguang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "This is within the palace prohibition, so no force is allowed." After saying this, he turned around and said, "Cai Shilang, please apologize quickly."
Cai Xianqing only rolled up his sleeves: "Even if you are a member of the royal family, you cannot be so arrogant. How can you achieve great things if you are always willing to chop off the old man's hand?"
"You!" King Yi became even more angry and was about to swing his sword forward when he was grabbed by Ming Huiguang. After struggling for a while, the two of them were separated by a few steps.
"He, who is he? I have to remember this guy's name!" King Yi's face turned red and he gasped.
Ming Huiguang lowered his head and reported: "He is the minister of the Ministry of War, his name is Cai Xianqing."
As soon as King Yi heard the word "Bingbu", he immediately remembered the name Ye Yongjia. He looked at Cai Xianqing again and thought: "Then this old guy must be Ye Yongjia's confidant." I originally thought that Ye Gongqing was a man of integrity and he must be surrounded by knowledgeable and reasonable people. I never imagined that there would be such rude people! It's a pity that the New Deal is managed by these people...'
Therefore, he was very disappointed with Ye Dang. He took back his sword angrily and had to make peace with him. He bowed and said: "He is actually from the Ministry of War. I have always respected Mr. Ye. For his sake, not to mention I’ve become acquainted with you.”
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Cai Xianqing was still a little dissatisfied and bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
Seeing that the conflict had been resolved, Ming Huiguang waved to the sergeant behind him, and several soldiers carried the dead tiger together, and together with King Yi and others went to the sleeping hall to meet the saint.
"Your Highness, the Emperor is summoning ministers in the palace to meet with King Yi. You...should also make this trip."
Lan Yuan knelt on the ground. After reporting the last sentence, he raised his head slightly and looked at the prince.
The prince rubbed the yellow robe in his hand and sighed dejectedly: "Cun Zhao is incompetent and sent King Yi to the capital. He must be furious when he knows the plot of the post station. How can he spare me? This hard-to-get supervisor of the country I'm afraid I'll give it up in vain!"
Lan Yuan urgently admonished: "Your Highness, don't panic. King Yi is a bastard after all. It is not appropriate to establish him as a prince. Even if His Majesty is really interested, you must consider the opinions of the court. Why don't you go to the meeting and understand the situation first."
The prince had no choice but to obey. He immediately got up from his armchair, put on a yellow robe, asked his servants to clear the way, and walked to the bedroom.
The two places are relatively close. After only walking through a straight corridor, they are already at the edge of the palace gate. The prince did not dare to speak loudly at this point, so he walked over slowly and entered the inner courtyard. He saw that it was full of flowers and plants, and the trees were blooming with new leaves, which was very beautiful. While the prince was enjoying the game, he heard a noise in the distance. He stretched his neck to look in confusion and saw that King Yi came from a side door with several people.
"See His Highness the Crown Prince!" Cai Xianqing, who was in the distance, glanced at the Crown Prince's face, shouted quickly, and bowed deeply.
The prince was startled and looked extremely embarrassed. He looked around and saw that there was nowhere to hide. He coughed twice and came towards him. He smiled reluctantly and said, "Mr. Cai, are you here too?"
"Oh, I was ordered to lead King Yi to present an offering to the emperor," Cai Xianqing said, taking two steps back and pushing King Yi out, "No, the prince is right here."
The two immediately looked at each other, and each stood stiffly for a while. Then they bowed silently, and then turned away without saying a word to each other.
"Prince Xuan and King Yi have an audience!"
The palace door squeaked open, and King Yi and the Crown Prince walked side by side, bowing to the gold-sprinkled curtain in front of them: "My dear father, I bow to you!"
The emperor raised his hand lightly, and the two stood up. Since the prince was the supervisor, he walked to the palace and stood on the emperor's left side.
"My son is unworthy and I have lived outside the capital for a long time. I have never served my father once during the Spring Festival. I came to the capital today in anticipation of the approaching New Year, so I specially dedicated a prey to celebrate the festival for Your Majesty." King Yi bowed his hands in greeting.
"It's really rare for you to have such filial piety. Let someone carry it up." The emperor said.
King Yi nodded in agreement, then waved his hand, and six sergeants came up behind him carrying a huge dead tiger and placed it in the center of the hall.
"Good stuff, good stuff!" The ministers on both sides were all surprised, pointing at the tiger and talking about it.
King Yi knelt down on one knee: "This is what I got from hunting this year, and I personally subdued it. Such a ferocious beast can be used for sacrifices in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"
"Okay, okay!" The emperor couldn't help but clapped his hands a few times, and the sound was clear and clear, "My sons are very capable. Keep this thing for now!"
"Let me ask you again." Seeing that the beast had gone down, the emperor changed the subject, "Why did you come to the capital so quietly? I was unprepared. I didn't know until we got closer."
The prince lowered his head and his lips trembled.
King Yi then reported back: "My son didn't want to disturb Luzhou Prefecture for fear of their extravagance, so he only came to the capital in the name of hunting."
"I heard that it was Cun Zhao who picked you up." The emperor's tone was calm and gentle.
"That's right, Cun Sijin and Master Shi are here to greet you at Jingbei Station."
"Cun Zhao."
The emperor suddenly named Cun Zhao, which caught the latter off guard. He thought he could get away with hiding in the crowd, but he didn't expect that he would be implicated anyway, so he had to walk out timidly: "Your Majesty, what is it?"
"Didn't I ask you to go north to patrol the border and see how the prisoners are feeling? Why did you come back with the people?"
Cun Zhao was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, and spoke faster because of his nervousness: "Your Majesty, I arrived at Jingbei Station to rest, and happened to bump into Prince Yi coming, so I had to stop and serve Prince Yi."
"It's your duty to serve him, but when he leaves the inn, he comes to the capital. Why do you need to follow him back?"
Cun Zhao kowtowed three times: "I am just worried about King Yi, and have no other intentions. Isn't that the same for Mr. Shi..."
"This is strange," the emperor did not wait for him to finish, and kept talking to himself, "Why did Shi Xiu Shen leave his army and horses and return to the capital with just two people and King Yi?"
"Master Shi said before..." Cun Zhao spoke with great difficulty, and he even felt a little stuffy and breathless.
"I also heard that there were too many soldiers at the post station and they couldn't be squeezed out. You let the imperial army camp outside the post station on all sides, almost forming a siege. Why is this? Could it be that you are trying to kill my son? Did the captives see it?"
Cun Zhao gritted his teeth and almost fainted; his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his mind was blank. At this time, he was silent and did not dare to answer.
The prince was anxious and wanted to defend Cunzhao, but Lan Yuan tugged at the corner of his clothes - he understood that any explanation was feeble and that the matter could not be hidden.
