Chapter 1006

"Just a mere louse crawling out from the grassroots, needing four legs even to stand up. Why should I look at his resume?!" Emperor Jing muttered in his heart using the Force Shaman language he had just learned two sentences of.

Naturally, this could only be thought in his heart and could not really be said out loud. And when it came to cursing, the Force Shaman language was exceptionally powerful, ten times more satisfying than those flowery, roundabout ways of cursing.

The disappointment on the Prince of Jin's face deepened a bit more. He then pulled the memorial back from Emperor Jing's hand and placed a red dot on it. This meant it was approved, ordering the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel to handle it. Emperor Jing then signed his name on it and stamped it with the imperial seal. Unless it was a major matter, the Prince of Jin rarely added comments, to show respect for Emperor Jing.

Unknowingly, it was already late at night. Hearing the watch drum, the Prince of Jin finally put down his vermilion brush. There was still a small stack of unapproved memorials on the table, to be continued tomorrow. The reason a batch remained was because time had been wasted on Wei Yuan's memorial.

After sending the Prince of Jin out of the palace, Emperor Jing returned to the Imperial Study, stood in front of a silver mirror, and muttered to himself, "My inner voice just now, presumably Father... Uncle must have heard it. Next, he should be very disappointed in me, and then I can live a relaxed life for a year or two, right?"

He looked seriously at his own face in the mirror, slowly adjusting his expression, even using his hands to assist, muttering to himself while adjusting: "Having been scolded today, I should appear overwhelmed and need to vent... Someone, come here!"

A moment later, a eunuch appeared and said, "What are Your Majesty's instructions?"

Emperor Jing was expressionless and said, "Bring me my golden silk whip, and then summon two palace maids in."

The old eunuch disappeared like a ghost. Emperor Jing continued to look at himself in the mirror, muttering to himself, "Uncle still has at least a few hundred years to live, and the Empress Dowager is also young and beautiful. If there is another one, no! That would be against etiquette, so..."

At this moment, the study door was knocked. Emperor Jing instantly put on another face, ferocious and excited, his eyes red. Looking at the two palace maids kneeling on the ground in thin clothes, he slowly picked up the golden silk whip that had been soaked in cold salt water.

Shrieking screams echoed in the Imperial Study, but not a trace could penetrate outside. This was the Great Tang Imperial Palace, a place blessed by countless immortal arts through the ages, not subject to calculation and not allowing peeping.

Late at night, the study door opened. Emperor Jing threw his blood-stained outer robe to the palace maids waiting outside and went to his sleeping quarters to rest. Several eunuchs carried two corpses out of the study, and on the white cloth covering them were two striking blood-colored human shapes.

At the Prince of Jin's mansion in Great Tang, the Prince of Jin returned to the mansion. He did not sleep or sit in meditation to do his homework, but came to the ancestral hall and began to look through the genealogy under the lamplight. The genealogy was not long, going back only two generations. Further up, it was the Tang Emperor at that time.

The Prince of Jin's gaze fell on his grandfather's name. At that time, he had served as Crown Prince for over a year, but immediately committed a major mistake, was stripped of the Crown Prince position by his younger brother, and was enfeoffed as the Prince of Jin. The title of Prince of Jin was the same as the Nine States, and for the Great Tang imperial blood, this was a demotion, a shame for generations.

At this moment, light and rapid footsteps came from outside the ancestral hall. This was the personal guard outside using footsteps to remind the Prince of Jin that there was an urgent report.

The Prince of Jin put the genealogy back in its original place and walked out of the ancestral hall. The personal guard whispered his report: "Two palace maid corpses were just carried out of the Imperial Study, presumably whipped to death. This is the fourth time this month." When mentioning the names, the personal guard paused to show reference.

The Prince of Jin nodded, noncommittal. The personal guard then withdrew on his own.

This result was within the Prince of Jin's expectations. He appeared to love and care for Emperor Jing, teaching him carefully, but in reality, if Emperor Jing had any small mistake, he would be seized upon and blown out of proportion. While scolding him, the disappointment was overflowing, making Emperor Jing feel every moment why he was so stupid and whether he was still the seed of the late Emperor.

Moreover, the Prince of Jin worked continuously for at least four hours every day, then rested for only a quarter of an hour, and then another four hours. Every day was like this, without rest. As long as the Prince of Jin worked, the Prince of Chu had to work.

If time went on like this, without any way to relax, he would naturally and gradually become perverted. Just dying a few palace maids was not a big deal, but this was a good start. I believe it won't be long before Emperor Jing commits a major mistake. And at that time, if he wants to govern personally and hold all power, it will have to be postponed indefinitely.

The Prince of Jin originally did not intend to do this, but after becoming the Regent, his thoughts gradually changed. Although Emperor Jing was his own flesh and blood, flesh and blood were not unique and could be born again.

Although Emperor Jing's biological father had passed away, it would be inappropriate for the Empress Dowager to give birth again. But the Empress Dowager could not give birth, but the Empress could.

In Western Jin, at the Chunhua Hall, seeing the Prince of Chu walk into the hall, the Noble Consort Yuan signaled the maids and eunuchs to withdraw.

The Prince of Chu closed the hall door, suddenly showing grief and indignation, and roared in a low voice: "Mother, is that person really my father?! If he really is, why give that old man a life extension?"

Noble Consort Yuan sat upright, unmoved, and asked: "Who told you these things?"

The Prince of Chu did not want to say, but under Noble Consort Yuan's bright gaze, he could only honestly say: "I heard some rumors myself, and then obtained a treasure that can eavesdrop on sounds. And my own innate divine ability is the ability to read minds. As long as the other party is not a Dharma Form, it is possible to hear their inner voices. Having heard these things more often, I roughly understood. Besides, you... your affair with that person is no longer a secret."

Noble Consort Yuan said: "So you hate him because of this?"