News of the Ninth Prince's Succession Ceremony spread across the country overnight, and Chang Le, who was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, naturally heard about it.

The maid who followed from the Youzhou fiefdom was describing the situation in detail.

"...The Ninth Prince led people to surround the court hall and made public the edict written by the late emperor to depose the crown prince. I heard that Prime Minister Ji read it word for word, and all the courtiers heard it.

The Seventh Prince was tortured to the point of being mutilated by the sect's family and would never be able to have children again. The other princes were either young or had already been crowned princes. Only the Ninth Prince was left... He had 120,000 troops and horses, and he also made great achievements, ascending the throne.

The throne is also expected by everyone..."

Realizing that Chang Le was distracted, the maid gradually stopped talking.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Changle suddenly asked: “How many soldiers and horses did the prince mobilize?”

"Less than 80,000," the maid replied.

Changle asked again: "Can you find out when the Ninth Prince secretly summoned troops?"

"I don't know." The maid shook her head.

Chang Le looked blankly and murmured in a low voice: "The Ninth Prince has been dormant for many years and developed his power. He has stationed 120,000 troops, but no news has been leaked... He has conquered more than a dozen states in a row. The soldiers must be experienced in the battlefield.

The elite..."

The more she looked into it, the more Chang Le's heart sank a little bit. She subconsciously touched her heart, but she didn't touch the jade pendant like usual.

Changle's breathing became rapid, his whole body felt weak, and his eyes were a little red. Seeing that something was wrong, the maid quickly reached out to help: "Princess, what's wrong with you? I'll call the doctor!"

Changle took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shook his head, pushed back the tears, lowered his eyes and asked softly: "When will the Prime Minister return home?"

This question was not about the maid who helped her, but the maids in the prime minister's house. The housekeeper had previously assigned a few to serve her.

The maid said: "Returning to the princess, the new emperor has ascended the throne, and the affairs in the palace are complicated. The prime minister has been left in the Yangxin Hall by the Holy One to handle government affairs. I'm afraid he won't be able to leave the palace within three to five hours."

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Inside the Yangxin Hall.

"Your Majesty, the governor of Jiangnan has submitted a letter to allocate funds to deal with the flood. I would like to ask the Holy Spirit for instructions on this matter." Prime Minister Ji handed over the memorial, which was presented by the eunuch.

The Ninth Prince looked through it casually for a while, then threw it aside, "When my father was in power, he asked the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate one hundred thousand taels of silver. How long has it passed? They have such a big appetite."

Prime Minister Ji lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "Boxes of silver were transported, but only a few copper coins were left in the hands of the people."

The Ninth Prince stared at the memorial with an unclear expression, "Give it to him if he wants it."

Prime Minister Ji cupped his hands and said, "Wei Chen understands."

The officials who swallowed the disaster money may have to be skinned alive this time.

It was getting late and the palace door was about to be locked, so Prime Minister Ji took advantage of the situation and resigned.

The Ninth Prince smiled and said: "If you are locked up, just take Gu's token and leave the palace later. The Prime Minister is indispensable for Gu being able to ascend the throne. Gu has drafted an imperial edict and granted thousands of taels of gold and thousands of silver... What do you think, Prime Minister?"

Prime Minister Ji paused, lifted up his robe, knelt down, and said word by word: "I have nothing to ask for, I only wish that the princess will be safe and happy for the rest of her life."

The smile on the lips of the Ninth Prince deepened: "The Prime Minister's love is as deep as the sea. It is better to prepare a decree and grant a marriage alone. It is also a beautiful story to achieve a golden marriage."

Prime Minister Ji lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, saying: "Your Majesty, the Princess of Changle is not loved by me. I am just saying this because I feel guilty..."

Hearing these words, the Ninth Prince's eyes were deep and frighteningly sharp, as if he wanted to look into the heart of Prime Minister Ji.

The waves at the bottom of the calm lake were turbulent, and Prime Minister Ji accepted the scrutiny from the new emperor with neither humility nor arrogance.

"Prime Minister is really..." The Ninth Prince leaned back and smiled, "That's all, since Prince Jing has handed over the military power, I will naturally not be in trouble. As long as Prince Jing is safe, I will allow him to stay in Youzhou to take care of himself.

Tian Nian."

"My lord, thank you for your kindness. Long live your Majesty, long live, long live your Majesty."

Prime Minister Ji knelt down and bowed, his forehead resting deeply on the back of his hands.

At the end of Haishi, Prime Minister Ji lifted up the curtains and got off the carriage. When he looked up, he saw Chang Le standing at the door holding a palace lantern, looking at him intently.

Prime Minister Ji stepped forward quickly and said warmly: "It's windy at night and it's easy to catch cold. I'll ask the kitchen to make some ginger soup later——"

"Where's the jade pendant?" Changle interrupted him.

Prime Minister Ji did not answer in a hurry. He took the palace lantern from her hand and accidentally touched her cold fingertips. His heart sank and he frowned and asked, "How long have you been waiting, Princess?"

"Replying to the prime minister, the princess has been waiting at the door for four hours."

The housekeeper was respectful, but felt a little timid in his heart. This was the first time that the gentle and elegant prime minister had a cold face.

Prime Minister Ji said, "Changle, it's cold at night. Let's go to the mansion first."

"Let me ask you, where is the jade pendant?"

Changle looked at him straightly. Although she already had the answer in her heart, she still held a trace of expectation in her heart.

What if, what if the Ninth Prince has someone to help him?

Changle remained motionless, stubbornly waiting for Prime Minister Ji's answer.

Prime Minister Ji handed over the palace lantern, and the housekeeper quickly took it. Without saying a word, Prime Minister Ji directly picked up Chang Le and strode towards the small courtyard where she was.

Changle began to struggle violently, "Put me down and I will walk on my own!"

There was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and Changle struggled to get away, but Prime Minister Ji put her down anyway, then took off the cloak and put it on Changle.

Changle looked at him with red eyes, "The Ninth Prince's 120,000 troops and horses, 60,000 of them belong to my father, right?"

Prime Minister Ji lowered his eyes, gently touched the ends of her eyes with his fingertips, and touched a little moisture. He looked at the pair of tearful eyes and said, "Yes, I gave the jade pendant to the Ninth Prince, and he sent someone to send it to your father."

In the hands of the king, your father was worried about your safety, so he handed over the military talisman in exchange for your safety."

He said cruelly: "At the beginning, I deliberately lured you out of the palace and asked people to release the news. He thought you were detained by us and gave you a token...I lied to you."

Changle breathed gently and said nothing, but tears fell heavily.

Her cry was silent, but compared to the hysterical roar, it was more distressing.

Changle didn't ask him if he had ever liked her, not because she had the answer, but because she had never looked down upon this kind of love mixed with profit, conspiracy and calculation.

Changle did not immerse herself in sadness for too long. She slapped Prime Minister Ji's hand away, wiped her tears carelessly, and quickly analyzed the current situation.

Knowing something in his heart, Chang Le looked at Prime Minister Ji and said calmly: "Youzhou is rich and prosperous. The late emperor wanted to take it back, but he was afraid that my father would support his troops and respect himself. He was more than willing but not powerful enough. Now the ninth prince... No, your Majesty, the True Dragon Emperor, Xiong

Tao Weiliu has the ability to gather military power, and it is only a matter of time before he regains his fiefdom.

So, Your Majesty is planning to send our family somewhere, Yunnan, Fengzhou, Quanzhou... Or is it that he doesn’t want to spare our family’s lives at all?”

No one has ever expressed the thoughts of a superior in such a straightforward way, but Changle didn't care.

Prime Minister Ji said softly: "Your Majesty allows King Jing to spend his remaining years in Youzhou."

Changle sneered: "That's generous, after all, a direct sudden death also satisfies this condition."

The hands hidden in his sleeves tightened instantly, and Prime Minister Ji said word by word: "Prince Jing and the princess can live a long life."

Chang Le raised his eyes and looked at him intently. For a moment, he smiled and said, "The Prime Minister is kind-hearted. In this case, from now on, you and I will not owe each other anything."
Chapter completed!