Chapter 710: Prince Cheng finally rebelled

Prince Cheng finally rebelled!

Whether he had this intention long ago or was forced to rebel, no one asked.

People only needed to know that Prince Cheng had rebelled! Prince Cheng had finally rebelled!

When Chen Guanlou learned of this news, he was drinking with a beautiful girl in a brothel. He sprayed it out on the spot!

He suspected that it was Marquis Pingjiang who forced Prince Cheng to rebel. Marquis Pingjiang had finally adopted the lousy idea he had come up with.

In this way, wasn't he the culprit?

For a moment, he lost the fun of drinking, pushed away the beautiful girl in his arms, returned to the Heavenly Prison, and honestly did his duty.

Distracted!

Mu Qingshan came in from outside and told him, "Everyone is discussing that with Prince Cheng's rebellion, the original decree to recall Marquis Pingjiang is probably going to be void. The Northwest cannot be without Marquis Pingjiang. Marquis Pingjiang was guarding the Northwest, and Prince Cheng still dared to rebel. If he weren't there, who knows what the Northwest would have rotted into."

The flesh on Chen Guanlou's cheeks jumped, and he was noncommittal.

The court was arguing about recalling Marquis Pingjiang, and the decree had already been issued. Marquis Pingjiang had been finding excuses to delay, and finally delayed until the day Prince Cheng raised his flag to rebel.

Fine!

Everything returned to its original state.

Xie Changling's planning was all in vain.

And he was just a little butterfly in it, casually opening a brain hole, a completely irresponsible brain hole.

At this moment, he felt a little bit of guilt. One day when Prince Cheng was caught and became a prisoner, he must have him locked in the Heavenly Prison. He would treat Prince Cheng with the courtesy of an honored guest and let him walk his final journey well.

His conscience was all black.

"Marquis Pingjiang doesn't need to return to the capital; is my lord relieved?"

"None of my business!" Chen Guanlou retorted. "The Hou Fu is the Hou Fu, and I am me. Even if the nine clans were executed, it wouldn't reach my head."

Mu Qingshan's mouth twitched, and he said again, "The timing of Prince Cheng's rebellion is too perfect. It's like it was tailor-made for Marquis Pingjiang. My lord, could they be singing a duet!"

Chen Guanlou looked at the other person as if he were an idiot. "Would you risk your family, descendants, glory, wealth, power, and status just to accompany someone in a play?"

"Of course I wouldn't. However, Prince Cheng might have a handle in Marquis Pingjiang's hands."

"Even if there is a handle, at worst, they part ways; at least you don't have to die as a whole family. Now that you've raised the flag to rebel, if you win, that's fine; if you lose, you really have to die as a whole family. Maybe even the ancestral graves will be overturned, and the ancestors will be dug up and whipped."

Whipping the corpse was definitely the most vicious means of revenge in this era.

"Since that's the case, why did Prince Cheng choose to raise the flag to rebel at this time? Why not wait until Marquis Pingjiang returned to the capital to rebel?"

"How would I know?! I am not Prince Cheng. Perhaps it's because the other party won't live long."

Chen Guanlou said it casually, not expecting that he had actually hit the truth.

Prince Cheng didn't have much time left.

Last time, Chen Guanlou reminded him that someone had poisoned his wine. Afterward, Prince Cheng really found chickens and ducks to verify it.

The chickens and ducks drank it for three or five days and then kicked the bucket.

Prince Cheng was so scared that his face turned white.

From confirming the poisoning to determining the type of poison, finding the person who poisoned it, and finding the antidote, there were many twists and turns in between. In the front and back yards of Prince Cheng's mansion, people died one after another. Compared to the imperial palace, it was no less.

Prince Cheng had been poisoned for a long time; even if an antidote was prepared, it was impossible to completely detoxify. His lifespan was destined to be limited.

The physician had already reached a conclusion; there were only a few years left.

Prince Cheng was not reconciled.

In middle age, he thought he had decades to live, but was suddenly told he only had a few years left.

This matter was originally a secret, but it was still known by Marquis Pingjiang.

So, Marquis Pingjiang arranged for people, with a three-inch tongue, plus various handles and various bewitching hearts, to fool Prince Cheng into finally making up his mind to either leave a name in history or leave a bad name for ten thousand years. Anyway, it was death; even if he died, he had to die vigorously.

As for the descendants.

They weren't good things anyway.

If they were gone, they were gone!

It was good that Prince Cheng's line ended with his generation!

Think about the reason for his poisoning; wasn't it because there were too many women in the backyard, too many children, and fierce competition? For the sake of glory and wealth, they even dared to poison him. Why should he care about their lives?

Give it a try!

So, Prince Cheng rebelled.

If there hadn't been the poisoning, he definitely wouldn't have rebelled.

Living a good life for decades and running to rebel, he wasn't crazy; he would never do such a losing business. However, with only a few years left, and his body getting worse and worse, there was nothing to hesitate about.

Marquis Pingjiang promised him at least three years.

The implication was that in these three years, he could go crazy as he pleased and toss and turn as he pleased. Three years later, being caught and beheaded was what he deserved.

Although the two had never met, they hit it off and colluded. They treated the Northwest as their own private land and messed around.

One was determined not to return to the capital, and with military power in hand, asking him to give it up was only possible if the late Emperor was resurrected. If the late Emperor were still alive, Marquis Pingjiang would never dare to perform such a flashy operation; even if he wanted to make some small moves, he would choose to be honest overall. He still had to give enough face to the late Emperor's majesty.

One was not reconciled, leaving a name in history or a bad name for ten thousand years, which was better than dying silently in the Prince's mansion. Before dying, he had to add trouble to Emperor Emperor Jian Shi no matter what.

Bastard!

Back then, his father, the first Prince Cheng, almost became Emperor. If it weren't for the late Emperor's strange tricks, hehe... The father's debt is paid by the son; it's only natural!

Not to mention how angry Emperor Emperor Jian Shi would be when he learned of Prince Cheng's rebellion; he couldn't even take care of the new beauties in the inner palace.

The atmosphere in the capital turned solemn in an instant. Walking on the street, one could clearly feel an atmosphere called tension. Whenever the Embroidered Uniform Guard patrolled the street, a murderous aura came rushing toward them.

Many small merchants, especially the small vendors who walked the streets, didn't come out these days. They all shrank at home, preferring to go hungry rather than touch bad luck.

Half of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who were monitoring the Hou Fu were withdrawn. The remaining half were incompetent and just going through the motions.

Scholar Du even comforted Chen Guanlou, telling him not to let his imagination run wild and to do his job well.

"The Hou Fu will definitely be fine, and the Marquis will be fine. Put your heart back in your stomach."

"I haven't been worried." Chen Guanlou said frankly. "When the late Emperor was alive, the Hou Fu could be safe and sound. As for the current Majesty, hehe, compared to the late Emperor, he is still several levels behind. He only learned the late Emperor's ruthlessness, but didn't learn the late Emperor's balance technique. The group of talents in the Eastern Palace also lacks experience in handling military and state affairs."

Xie Changling and the others were indeed very smart, knowing how to borrow strength to strike and climb up the pole. But they all ignored one problem: people who could stand in the court for decades without falling, old officials who had safely mixed from the late Emperor's reign to the present, were none of them good people, and they all had ultimate moves at critical moments.

Like Li Liangcheng, who was open and honest, could stand the sunlight, followed the rules, knew how to advance and retreat, and disdained to use conspiracies, he was a rare item after all.

If you change to anyone else, for example, change to Marquis Pingjiang sitting in the position of Prime Minister, and want him to step down, hehe, if the court doesn't experience a bloody storm, doesn't experience real swords and guns, the Emperor can absolutely never achieve his goal. ===== CHAPTER 711 =====