"By the way, Mother Empress, please also inform my uncle that the Empress was granted to me by Father Emperor as a marriage, and over the years, I have been very satisfied with her, so I have no intention of replacing the Empress. As for Secondary Princess Consort Wan, considering Uncleâs feelings, I will ensure her lifelong prosperity, so there should be no thoughts of anything else."
The Empress Dowager had not yet recovered from her shock when another series of words was thrown at her by the Emperor.
The Situ Family wanted to have another Empress, and she was not unaware of this, and even supported it. The Situ Family was her maiden family, and naturally, she wished for them to flourish for another few decades.
But now, it was clear that this son was not someone she could manipulate.
She knew the capabilities of her son, and she had even thought that perhaps in the future, she might indulge in the pleasure of ruling behind the curtain, but she seemed to have thought too much, as this son was not as brainless as she had imagined.
Watching her leave in a stagger, the Emperor let out a sigh.
He walked to the desk and wrote vigorously.
"Someone come!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Deliver this to Funan as fast as possible on horseback."
"Yes!"
After the person left, he sat in his seat, focusing his mind, and realized that in this position, there was indeed no one he could trust.
As soon as Father Emperor had just passed, his uncle wanted him to replace the Empress, which made him feel uneasy.
As for what thoughts his other brothers harbored, they were certainly not convinced, as each was more intelligent and capable than him.
At this time, Mother Empress came to ask him to kill Ye Ziâan, and what was Mother Empress thinking?
If Ye Ziâan were to go soon after Father Emperor just passed, regardless of whether it was he who killed him in the end, everyone would certainly hold him accountable, and he couldnât imagine the consequences.
Moreover, he didnât think Ye Ziâan was greedy for power, otherwise, he wouldnât have left the court for so many years. His Father Emperor wouldnât have left such a decree; he couldnât trust othersâ words, but he could trust his Father Emperorâs words.
So compared to others, this cousin was temporarily still considered reliable. He needed to ask his cousin what he should do next.
Funan
Mu Shaoling kicked open the door of the Ye Family, holding two boxes.
"Ye Ziâan, you old fool, where are you?"
At this moment, Ye Ziâan was in the courtyard, placing a flower in Yang Chuxiaâs hair.
"Take a look, my dear, does it look good or not?" He handed a mirror to Yang Chuxia.
"The flower is very pretty, but the person isnât looking so good." Yang Chuxia looked at her hair with distress, "Why am I aging so fast? Look, my hair is all gray."
"Sigh, I wonât wear it, seeing it makes me upset."
Saying this, she reached up and removed the flower from her chignon.
"Nonsense, it looks good." Ye Ziâan placed the flower back in her hand.
"Tsk tsk, canât the two of you stop being so clingy? Youâre at an age where you have one foot in the grave, yet youâre still so sticky, itâs really giving me goosebumps."
If he werenât holding the two boxes, he would have rolled up his sleeves.
"Youâre jealous, arenât you?" Ye Ziâan glanced at him, "Why are you here again? Didnât you say you wouldnât come again yesterday?"
Mu Shaoling stiffened his neck and said, "Did I say that? Why donât I remember? Iâm here again today, and I refuse to believe I canât beat you."
"Iâm not playing chess with you. You regret every move three times, itâs annoying."
Yesterday, they played chess, and he gave him many chances, yet he still regretted his moves all the time and still couldnât win.
In the end, he blamed himself for not letting him win and left in a huff with Dongyang, saying they were breaking off and he would never come to the Ye Family again.
"Today, donât play chess. Call Dongyang, letâs play mahjong instead."
"Whatâs that?" He seemed to have never played it before.