Chapter 1070: Chaotic Situation

Zheng Yue Ru felt as if she were dreaming.

So, even though she pretended to keep her eyes closed, her tears still flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

What kind of tears were these?

Was it being moved?

Or was it that she had finally waited for this day...

How many times.

The loneliness she had endured in Liangzhou so many times even made her envy a woman like Shen Manqing. Although Shen Manqing came from a place of flowers and willows, she could love and hate boldly; who in the entire Longyan did not know that she was Liu Zheng's woman... Although Liu Zheng had not given her a formal title, who dared to bully her?

Envy.

Zheng Yue Ru's envy of Shen Manqing was not just a little bit...

It was just that.

She could not do that.

Because she knew how important she was to Liu Zheng. The entire financial affairs of Liangzhou were in her hands. She dared not do anything excessive; she had always been cautious, and she had always been working hard behind the scenes.

She dared not have any temptations or make any mistakes.

But today...

She just kept her eyes closed like that, and because of the tears flowing down, she knew that she was feigning sleep, and Liu Zheng must have known.

But she did not care anymore.

Because she felt Liu Zheng's face slowly drawing near.

So...

He liked her; he had no intention of pushing her away...

That was enough, wasn't it?

That was enough.

Zheng Yue Ru had her own stubbornness, but at this moment, her stubbornness instantly collapsed under Liu Zheng's gentle probing. This was the origin of her tears.

At this moment.

Silence was more eloquent than words.

The two of them finally pressed together under the dim, ambiguous light.

"Mm..."

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

The Shangshu Mansion in Jinghua.

Zhu Zhen sniffed the agarwood that had just been transported from the Southern Barbarian Lands, while looking at the clock from the Western Ocean, his whole person lost in deep thought.

They had returned.

Now everyone had returned.

The Emperor had passed away; this was beyond doubt. He had not even appeared at the Crown Prince's grand funeral, which already explained the situation.

Everyone in Jinghua today was probably thinking about one question.

In whose hands was the imperial edict?

Liu Zheng?

This was, of course, the most likely scenario. Because before the Emperor passed away, he had regarded this Vice Minister Liu as his most trusted person, and the Tiger Tally for the Imperial Guard of the Duqi Duwei was entirely in his hands.

After returning to Jinghua, the people on the side of the Scholar-officials were anxious to make Zhu Zhen make a choice.

Force the palace!

They had to force the palace at the first opportunity; otherwise, if they gave Vice Minister Liu and the New Aristocracy time to tamper with the imperial edict, there would be no room left for maneuver.

However, Zhu Zhen did not.

He considered significantly more than the others.

Tamper with the imperial edict?

If Liu Zheng wanted to tamper with the imperial edict, would he wait until he returned to Jinghua? Could he not have done it on the road? Instead, he felt that the fact that Liu Zheng had not made any moves since returning to Jinghua was the most unusual thing.

Could it be...

The imperial edict was not in Liu Zheng's hands?

Was it in the hands of the Secret Guard and Grand Eunuch Zhou?

This was, of course, a possibility, and a highly likely one. The old Emperor had never trusted anyone so wholeheartedly in his entire life.

Therefore.

In all likelihood, the imperial edict was not in Liu Zheng's hands.

But.

On the other hand.

Even if it were not in Liu Zheng's hands, at the time, when Liu Zheng controlled the Imperial Guard, he could still have dealt with Grand Eunuch Zhou and the Secret Guard.

If he were truly an ambitious man.

On the day they returned, he should have announced the tragic news of Xie Tianyao's passing and then taken control of the entire situation in Jinghua. This was what an ambitious hero should do.

But clearly.

Jinghua today was peaceful and quiet.

Zhu Zhen could not quite understand it.

Why?

Could it be...

Zhu Zhen suddenly shuddered.

Could it be.

Did Vice Minister Liu not intend for Xie Chan to inherit this throne?

This...

He was startled by his own conjecture.

"What should we do! Tell me, what should we do!"

At this moment.

Although the night was already deep.

The Old Aristocrats in Jinghua were still gathered together, arguing and bickering, spittle flying everywhere.

For a time, neither beauties nor fine wine could attract their attention.

These Old Aristocrats were all individuals with explosive tempers.

As they argued, they would start getting pushy, slamming tables and cursing.

Their status in Longyan was equivalent to the lords of that period in Europe; each of them possessed their own armed group.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, listen to me, Prince Zhao is already dead..."

"Doesn't this explain the problem?"

"The Emperor has already passed away!"

"We must unite and do something!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't this Longyan belong to the Liu family?"

The Prince of Yan from Jizhou slammed the table in anger.

"Prince of Yan, that may be so... but what do you expect us to do?"

"That's right, here in Jinghua, we are just unarmed wretches; are we supposed to rush back to our territories overnight?"

"If we do that, wouldn't we be falling into a passive position again?"

"Then tell me what to do!"

"Are we just going to watch as our Xie Family's throne is toyed with in the palm of this Liu Zheng's hand!"

"We must find a Method!"

"What, do we have no Method if we don't return to our territories? Hmph, I don't believe that in this Jinghua, you gentlemen don't have people already arranged!"

The group of people chattered noisily.

They were anxious.

At this time, everyone was anxious.

The throne!

That was the throne!

These Feudatory Kings were all members of the Xie Family. How could they be willing to watch the throne fall into the hands of another?

Even if Vice Minister Liu was powerful, and Liangzhou was powerful.

The world, the state, should belong to the Xie Family!

However.

After arguing back and forth.

They realized they had no Method at all; right now, in Jinghua, they were like tigers with their teeth pulled, unable to stir up any trouble even if they wanted to. Moreover, the main armies of several Old Aristocrats' territories had already departed to support the battlefield against Tsarist Russia. What could they do if they went back?

Suddenly.

They realized that the invasion by Tsarist Russia had left them completely passive.

If they withdrew their troops at this time, wouldn't they be falling into a state of great injustice? The common people would not support them.

But if they did not withdraw their troops...

They would have almost no soldiers to use, left to be slaughtered and manipulated by others.

As they argued, the scene fell silent.

You look at me.

I look at you.

At this time, of the three major power groups, they, the Old Aristocrats, were the most miserable.

But...

At this time, who was willing to be the first to step forward?

The so-called "the gun hits the bird that sticks its head out," and the tree that stands above the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Prince Zhao, Xie Sheng, had already used his own

life to prove this principle.

"This Mandarin cannot stand it anymore!"

Indeed.

The Prince of Yan from Jizhou stood up first and shouted angrily: "Gentlemen, this Mandarin does not want to stay in Jinghua and be slaughtered! I shall take my leave first and personally lead my army to resist Tsarist Russia!"

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Ah?"

"This..."

The group of people looked at each other in dismay.

"I want to see who dares to leave Jinghua!"

Just at this moment.

Suddenly, outside, bursts of hurried footsteps rang out. Pop-ups are severe recently, you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.