A Fine Bird Chooses a Good Tree to Nest
Jing Yi left the bedside and quietly exited the room. When he came out, he wore a victorious smile on his face.
He ordered the courtier, "His Majesty, pardon Prince Rong and release him immediately."
The Supreme Court Chancellor quickly responded, "This official obeys!"
He heaved a sigh of relief.
Jing Rong was a Buddha. Sending him from the Imperial Prison to the Supreme Court's prison was like a hot potato.
Fortunately, the Supreme Court Chancellor, Lord Yu, took over.
However, now that the Emperor had personally ordered for Jing Rong to be released, it was a joyous occasion for him, the Chancellor of the Supreme Court.
Release him quickly, release him quickly. If Jing Rong was locked up for another day, his heart would tremble.
After the decree was issued, Jing Yi left Fuyang Hall and ran into Ji Li.
"Greetings, Prince Yi."
"Has War Secretary Ji dealt with the rebellion in the East Palace?" he asked.
Ji Li replied, "Everyone in the East Palace has been killed and those who should be locked up have been killed."
It turned out that the people who massacred the East Palace last night were Ji Li's men!
As the Great Lin's War Secretary, this matter was indeed related to him.
Half of the Imperial City's safety was under his jurisdiction!
Jing Yi was obviously satisfied with his answer.
"War Secretary Ji handles matters neatly and efficiently. This Prince truly admires you."
"I wouldn't dare. Prince Yi was able to successfully rescue His Majesty, and this General has to accept punishment. The rebellion in the East Palace happened in the Imperial City without being detected. It is truly deserving of death."
"The entire Ji family is loyal to Great Lin. Moreover, War Secretary Ji has already fulfilled his duty."
Although Jing Yi said this, he was thinking in his heart, 'You deserve to die, but who would dare to kill you?
Who wouldn't be afraid of you rebelling? '
The two of them exchanged pleasantries. At this time, an imperial guard rushed over.
He whispered a few words into Jing Yi's ear. Jing Yi frowned but immediately relaxed, afraid that Ji Li would see his reaction.
After that, he smiled, "This Prince shall not disturb War Secretary Ji."
Ji Li did not speak and only cupped his hands to send him off.
Jing Yi walked a few steps before turning back and saying in a strange tone, "War Secretary Ji's younger sister, Miss Ji, is truly a beautiful and talented child."
While Ji Li was still mulling over his words, he had already left.
He seemed to understand something, but at the same time, he didn't quite understand.
These past few days, ever since Ji Muqing returned to the general's mansion from the imperial palace, her face and body had been covered in rashes. She had locked herself in her room, not allowing anyone to enter. Even Ji Li hadn't been able to enter, let alone ask a few questions.
Ji Muqing's inability to participate in the Crown Prince's concubine selection had clearly become a thorn in the Ji family's side.
However, when he thought about the Crown Prince's current predicament, it was obviously a blessing!
Ji Li stopped thinking about it and entered Fuyang Hall.
Jing Yi went to the East Palace with another person, Pan Chong.
The Crown Prince lay limp on the ground for the whole night. The moment he saw the door open, his eyes were filled with hope.
The person who came in was Pan Chong.
"Mister!"
He shouted excitedly.
He hurriedly got up from the ground and ran towards Pan Chong, grabbing his hand, "Mister, you have to save me. Father has demoted me and stripped me of my title of Crown Prince. Mister, what should I do?"
Her eyes were glistening with tears!
Unlike his usual self, Pan Chong appeared very cold as he walked to the table and sat down.
"Don't worry, Crown Prince."
His tone was calm.
He even called Jing Yi 'Crown Prince', giving him enough face.
Don't worry?
After a night, Jing Hua's face was full of stubble. He looked very dispirited, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
He spoke in a hoarse voice, "How can I not worry, Mister? You were the one who said that the siege of the palace would succeed, and how did this matter get leaked? It was obviously foolproof. "
"Crown Prince, you want to know?"
Jing Yi nodded.
Pan Chong's wrinkled face scrunched up as he spoke unhurriedly, "As the saying goes, a fine bird chooses a tree to perch on, and a golden sparrow drinks from a stream. Crown Prince, although you are a powerful backer, this mountain is not suitable for me."
"What do you mean, Mister?"
"Crown Prince, as your teacher, I have watched you grow up. Whether you are a piece of rotten wood or not, I know better than anyone else. Crown Prince, you only know how to flatter His Majesty all day long, and only know how to fool around. You don't know anything about the country, so how can you sit on the throne?"
Not at all tactful!
When Jing Hua heard this, he completely understood.
He took a few steps back in disbelief, his eyes wide as he stared at Jing Yi.
He said, "It's you? You were the one who told Jing Yi? You were the one who wanted this Crown Prince dead? "
Idiot!
You've finally understood.
Your IQ has finally risen.
Pan Chong did not intend to hide anything. He stood up from his chair, his expression calm, "Prince Yi is different from you, Crown Prince. He has a powerful backer, and it would be a good choice to rely on him. Rather than following a Crown Prince who will be deposed sooner or later, it would be better to make a decision early and find a new master."
Jing Hua's lips trembled as he pointed at Jing Yi in agitation, "You … why? You're my teacher. You've watched me grow up. Why do you have to betray me? "
"It is precisely because I watched you grow up that I know you will never amount to anything. You are not a talented heir to the throne."
Ugh!
Jing Hua was in complete despair. He could not even grasp at the last straw of hope. It seemed like he was really going to fall into the abyss.
At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Jing Yi walked in with his back straight.
He exuded an arrogant and condescending aura.
When Jing Yi entered, Pan Chong cupped his hands in greeting like a servant.
"Greetings, Prince Yi."
Jing Yi waved his hand, glancing at the feeble Jing Hua before saying to Pan Chong, "Mister Pan need not be so courteous. This time, it is all thanks to you. If not for you, this Prince would not have been able to catch the Crown Prince like a turtle in a jar."
"It was Prince Yi who saw through it first. If not for your grand plan, this would not have been possible."
Jing Yi took back his words.
"This Prince wishes to speak with Imperial Brother alone."
Pan Chong understood. He bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind him.
Jing Yi looked at the battered Jing Hua in front of him, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened.
"Imperial Brother, you only have yourself to blame for your current predicament. If not for Imperial Brother's impatience and indulgence in flights of fancy, he would not have fallen into my trap."
Calling Jing Yi 'Imperial Brother' every time.
It was much more exhilarating than calling him 'Crown Prince'.
Jing Hua glared fiercely at him, gritting his teeth, "I want to see Imperial Father and reveal all your crimes. You framed me, you did everything!"
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