Imperial power and status had always been a matter of life and death!
Jing Xian was shocked.
He thought that Jing Yi had committed suicide because he was unwilling to be imprisoned for a lifetime. He never thought that it was Jing Rong who did it.
Thereupon —
His heart began to waver.
He clenched his fists.
"Then … what do you want me to do?"
He agreed! The Imperial Duke replied, "Jing Rong will dig up my tomb before His Majesty goes to the mausoleum, then bury the coffin again before the yearly sacrifice. However, after the coffin is carried out of the mausoleum, I will immediately arrange for the abbot of Guang 'an Temple to meet His Majesty and tell him that the direction of the Imperial Duke's tomb is incorrect and that the coffin must be reburied before the yearly sacrifice. His Majesty is a Buddhist and will naturally believe him. When Jing Rong finds out about this, he will definitely panic and rush to bury the coffin again. At that time, you will have to send people to intercept him and prevent him from successfully returning the coffin to the tomb.
When the Emperor investigates, he will know that Jing Rong sent people to dig up the coffin. At that time, you can ask Teacher Yu's student, who is an official in the court, to pressure the Emperor. Jing Rong will be convicted! As for how serious the crime is, it will depend on you. "
His tone was filled with murderous intent.
Jing Xian nodded in understanding.
The Imperial Duke continued, "This is the best opportunity. If you miss it, there won't be another one. As long as Jing Rong loses his power, the position of Crown Prince will belong to you."
Since ancient times, the position of Crown Prince and Emperor was created by the accumulation of blood from countless people.
It had always been a matter of life and death!
Jing Xian's eyes dimmed as he slowly sat down. He clenched his left fist and pressed it on the tea table.
For the throne, for his mother, he had to do this!
Then, the two began to plot in the room.
An hour later, the Imperial Duke put on his bamboo hat again and left the Sage Prince's residence.
At this time, snow began to fall again.
He walked against the snow and suddenly stopped. He turned around to look at the plaque of the Sage Prince's residence.
At this moment, the burnt face under the bamboo hat was sinister and sinister. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
"Imperial Brother, oh Imperial Brother, you took everything from me back then. Today, I want you to watch your sons kill each other and die one by one. I want you to have a taste of the pain of losing your loved ones and family!"
The sound rolled in the cold air, chilling people's hearts.
…
There were still seven days until the yearly sacrifice.
Rong Estate. "Commander Xiao and I have discussed it. In two days, the Imperial Duke's coffin will be transported from Ji Mountain to an empty residence outside the city. When the time comes, you can use your illness as an excuse to avoid going to the Ministry of War. When I return from court, we will leave the city together and wait for the Imperial Duke's coffin.
Lang Po and Ziran will bring the Imperial Duke's coffin here, but we only have two days. Four days later, Imperial Father's imperial carriage will arrive at Ji Mountain. We must bury the coffin before then. Otherwise, if we are late, I'm afraid more trouble will arise. "
She memorized the time.
But —
Jing Rong was a little worried.
He said, "If anything happens, you must escape unscathed."
"I'll be fine."
"Just in case."
She nodded.
Two days later.
As soon as the court ended, Jing Rong hurried back to the estate because he wanted to leave the city with Ji Yunshu.
But just as he left the palace, he was stopped by Jing Xian.
"Jing Rong, do you have time?"
"What's wrong?" "You know that I don't have many hobbies. I just like to brew wine. Some time ago, I saved up a few jars, and I'll open them today. In the past, it was Mo Ruo who carried them away one by one, but today he's a little busy. He said that a troublesome patient came to Yuhua Pavilion and wanted to invite you to taste it.
But you haven't tasted my wine. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year. "
"I …"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted. "I see that you're not busy these days, so I'll do you the honor."
Before he could refuse, he was forcefully dragged to the Sage Prince's estate.
There was indeed a lot of wine in the estate. Jing Xian opened a jar and drank to his heart's content.
Jing Xian was very hospitable and toasted him cup after cup.
But Jing Xian was absent-minded.
"What's wrong? Is the wine not good? "
"No."
"Then why are you here?"
Jing Rong raised his cup and said, "Jing Xian, I won't hide it from you. There are some matters in the estate that I have to attend to. This cup is for you."
Jing Xian drank it in one gulp.
Thus, Jing Xian couldn't keep him any longer.
But —
Jing Rong finished the cup in his hand and got up to leave. Just as he stood up, he felt dizzy and his steps became unsteady.
He staggered a few times.
"Huh? How … how could this be? "
His vision suddenly blurred.
Jing Xian, who was sitting opposite him, hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"I …"
"Jing Rong?"
He shook his head vigorously and sat down weakly. His head fell on the table.
He fainted.
Jing Xian nudged him and called out a few more times.
There was no answer.
Jing Xian smiled evilly. "Come."
A servant hurried over.
"Go to the Rong Estate and tell them that Prince Rong drank too much at my place. When he wakes up, this Prince will send him back."
"Yes!"
The servant quickly brought the news to the Rong Estate.
Ji Yunshu felt strange. Why did Jing Xian suddenly invite Jing Rong to drink?
How could Jing Rong's alcohol tolerance be so low?
However, if she waited any longer, she wouldn't be able to leave once the city gates closed. Thus, she packed her sandalwood box and didn't want to wait any longer. She left the city with Shi Zijin.
After finding the residence, they waited quietly for the midnight hour.
Ji Mountain.
It was late at night and the mausoleum was heavily guarded. Even a fly couldn't fly in. Seeing that it was midnight, a group of guards walked over in an orderly manner.
The fat leader said to the guards guarding the mausoleum, "You can go and rest. Leave this place to us."
"Alright."
The guards were exhausted after standing for a whole day.
Thus, they left after handing over their shift.
After they left, the fat guard covered his mouth and cawed like a crow.
"Jie!"
After a short while, about seven or eight people dressed in black flashed out from the shadows.
The leaders were Lang Po and Shi Ziran.
The two of them successfully led their men into the mausoleum and accurately found the Imperial Duke's grave.
However, because Qi Zhen Emperor had specifically instructed Liang Zongzheng to send people to guard the Imperial Duke's grave, there were now four guards guarding it.
Lang Po and Shi Ziran hid in the shadows. They looked at each other and tacitly took out a small bamboo tube. They put it to their mouths and aimed it at the necks of two of the guards.
Blow!
A shining silver needle suddenly shot out and pierced the necks of the two men.
Then, it quickly aimed at the necks of the other two guards.
Blow!
The four guards silently fell to the ground.
The men in black who were hiding in the shadows came out and prepared to dig out the coffins.
In the mausoleum, other than the coffins of the previous emperors, which were buried underground in the main palace, the coffins of the other imperial relatives were laid out in a circular shape and buried under the stone slabs. Other than the gorgeous tombstones, they were no different from the graves of ordinary people.
The men pried open the large stone slabs behind the tombstones. They moved quickly and nimbly lifted the coffins out and resealed the surface.
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