There is no way to recover.
Not only the position of prince is definitely not destined for him.
Even the Gongsun family no longer paid attention to him.
For a warrior, once it is abolished, it is equivalent to life being worse than death!
Therefore, Jun Lingtian has become a thing of the past.
Emperor Yun'an also naturally erased him from the list in his heart.
However, logically speaking, he still needs to find another imperial envoy.
He looked towards the royal members.
Originally, the most suitable person was of course the King of Ceremony.
He is the deputy Zongzheng in charge of the rituals and laws of the clan.
Best for doing this kind of thing.
However, Prince Li was beaten violently by Ye Qingli yesterday. He is still unable to get up and can only recuperate at home.
Of course, he cannot be considered.
"Uncle Fuwang, you are a great master, so you should be able to take on this important task..."
"thump!"
King Fu immediately fell to his knees when his name was called.
"Your Majesty, the old minister is old and ignorant, and is overwhelmed. Your Majesty, please choose someone more capable!"
King Fu, who was standing there in high spirits just now, suddenly became blurred and his waist became hunched.
He became senile directly.
Moreover, he coughed loudly.
It seems like it's about to die.
"Since your health is not good, then, Brother Zhao..."
Emperor Yun'an looked at a middle-aged man.
King Zhao is his cousin. He is only in his forties this year and is in the prime of life.
"cough!"
King Zhao suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently.
"Your Majesty, it's not that I can't take on this important responsibility, but I just got seriously ill recently and I really can't work hard!"
He was holding a handkerchief and kept coughing. On it, bright red blood could be seen.
"Weichen has tuberculosis. Not only is it serious, but it is also easily contagious. Please allow us to take leave and go home to rest..."
Everyone around him saw it clearly.
The blood on King Zhao's handkerchief was obviously stained after he bit his tongue.
Depend on.
Isn’t this Prince Zhao working too hard?
Emperor Yun'an's face became increasingly gloomy.
He turned to look at a young man again.
"Second Prince Consort, you are considered a member of the royal family, so you should share my worries, right?"
He said coldly: "You just returned from leading the troops to fight. There can't be anything wrong with your health, right?"
The second prince consort grimaced.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with your body. I can only accept the order..."
"thump!"
He quickly fell to his knees!
However, it seems that it was because of too much excitement.
When he knelt down, he accidentally knocked on the brick next to him.
A "click" sound...
He immediately rolled to the ground holding his legs.
"It hurts Wei Chen so much!"
"Oh my god, Wei Chen's leg seems to be broken... Please ask the imperial doctor to help diagnose and treat it!"
The people around were all dumbfounded.
God, this second prince-in-law is really hardworking.
In order to avoid this task, he actually broke his leg on the spot!
No one is a fool and can see it.
How could the leg be broken after a slight fall?
He must have broken it with all his strength!
Thinking of this, the members of the royal family fell to their knees one after another before Emperor Yun'an could look over.
"Your Majesty, this veteran is too old to handle such an important task!"
"Your Majesty, I also have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."
In short, no one is willing to come forward.
Emperor Yun'an's face turned livid!
