The East Palace was called Changle. It was the residence of the Crown Prince.
As usual, the Crown Prince had a team of civil servants who were in charge of political affairs.
It was the Crown Prince's duty to share the country's burdens.
For example, Jiang Wuliang had directly participated in the political affairs of the country.
The political affairs, the military affairs, and all the country's affairs could not be avoided by him. During the Qi Xia power struggle, his opinions were in conflict with the Qi Emperor's. The discussion of war and peace had reached a stalemate.
Of course, everyone knew the final result.
However, the current Crown Prince, Jiang Wuhua, was lazy and different from his predecessors. He avoided everything as much as he could. He would not touch anything that was not under the control of the East Palace. He would not do anything that was ambiguous. He would only reluctantly deal with the political affairs that the Qi Emperor had arranged for him. Although everything was handled appropriately, it was still a small matter after all, and there was no merit in it.
The entire East Palace was like him. They could not handle many important matters in a year. He was the Crown Prince with the weakest presence since the founding of the Qi Dynasty.
It was no wonder that his brothers and sisters rose up and wanted to compete with him for the position of Crown Prince. Jiang Wuyou, Jiang Wuxie, and Jiang Wuqi, which one of them was not outstanding? They had the talent, the means, and the support of their respective backgrounds.
As for the Crown Prince, Jiang Wuhua, there was nothing outstanding about him. Even his mother's family was very ordinary. The He Family did not have much influence. When Jiang Wuliang was deposed, his mother, Empress Yin, was also banished to the cold palace. She died of depression in less than a year.
Perhaps the Emperor wanted to balance the power of his relatives, so he made the He Family, who had no background, the Empress.
The He Family was too ordinary. They could not even be ranked among the 100 aristocratic families in Linzi. Empress He's only brother, He Fu, was not talented. He Zhen, the next generation of the He Family, was only good at playing with birds and dogs. He could not provide any help at all.
Jiang Wuhua seemed to have the upper hand after Jiang Wuliang was deposed because he was born early and older.
However, what kind of advantage was "born early and older"? There was an even older one who was trapped in the Bluestone Palace!
The waters of Linzi City were very deep. Everyone was thinking about their own matters. Countless undercurrents clashed underwater. Before the truth came to light, no one could see the result clearly.
At this moment, Jiang Wuhua was holding a pair of sharp and shiny shears, trimming the flowers in the garden.
His movements were slow and meticulous. He paid great attention to every detail.
A white-faced, beardless eunuch stood behind him and reported in a low voice, "The men from Qingyang Town returned without success at the Warm Jade Water Pavilion. They probably failed to reach an agreement. But it seemed that he had gotten a good result in Huaying Palace. There was no movement from the Palace of Longevity. It seemed that the Ninth Prince had no intention of contacting the men of Qingyang Town. On the other hand, the Lei Family was paying close attention to him. You've instructed me to not expose myself when scouting for information, so I can't get more detailed information for the time being. "
He spoke quickly but clearly, "The Green Stone Palace is still deathly still, not even a sound. In my opinion, Your Highness doesn't need to … "
His words came to a halt.
Because the large shears in Jiang Wuhua's hands stopped, and he looked at him.
"I only listen, you only look. You don't need to have an opinion, you don't need to have an opinion, and you don't need to tell me what you think. "
"Can you understand?" he asked.
The eunuch swallowed. "… Yes."
Jiang Wuhua didn't have any mighty or stern expression. When he said these words, the muscles on his face were completely relaxed, and there was no aggression.
But who could ignore his opinion?
Hearing the eunuch's answer, Jiang Wuhua nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the flowers in front of him carefully, and after a while, he continued to wave his shears.
The eunuch stood to the side, motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wuhua's nose suddenly twitched.
He smiled happily. "My soup is ready!"
Putting the large shears in the eunuch's hands, Jiang Wuhua warmly instructed, "Continue to trim. You must make sure that the Crown Princess is satisfied. Don't make any mistakes. Put other things aside for now, this is the most important thing. "
Then he turned around with light steps and walked alone in the direction of the kitchen.
It seemed that the Green Stone Palace, Huaying Palace, Mental Cultivation Palace, and Longevity Palace were not as important as his soup.
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On the way back to Qi, Jiang Wang was in a hurry. He had only tried the blessed land challenge on February 15th in a hurry, and had hastily lost.
From the 40th ranked blessed land, Mount Bochi, to the 41st ranked blessed land, Mount Lunshan.
Jiang Wang had long been used to this kind of linear decline. It was endless fun to fight with the strong. Under the premise that his life was not in danger, it was an extreme enjoyment for someone like him who had great ambitions. Of course, it would be even more satisfying if he could win.
Basically, as long as he had time, he would not miss any battle. His only worry was that one day he would be knocked out of his blessed land, and it would be difficult for him to have such an opportunity again. Fortunately, there were 72 blessed lands in the Great Illusionary Land, and there was still some leeway.
In the monthly blessed land challenge in the Great Illusionary Land, he basically had no chance of winning. It was unlike his triumphant progress in the Sword Discourse Arena, where he had finally entered the top 100 and was ranked 96th.
It was worth mentioning that Zuo Guangshu was currently ranked 64th in the Great Illusionary Land.
Jiang Wang believed that if he went all out, he would be much stronger than Zuo Guangshu. If he had enough time, it would not be a problem for him to enter the top 30.
It was just that he did not know how many Inner Mansion cultivators the Great Illusionary Land had absorbed, and what level of strength they would reach in the Modern World.
Because the rankings after the top 100 were not displayed, perhaps only the people behind the Great Illusionary Land knew the answer.
During this period of time, Jiang Wang faintly felt that the Great Illusionary Land was undergoing some kind of subtle change, but if he wanted to examine it carefully, he could not tell where the change was. But it was definitely not an illusion.
The existence of the Great Illusionary Land could not be hidden from everyone, but the attitudes of the major forces were very ambiguous. No one publicized it, and no one boycotted it with hundreds of people. Even people like Zuo Guangshu and Zhong Xuan Sheng, who were from powerful families, did not know much about the Great Illusionary Realm.
Perhaps it would not be long before there would be a change.
And Jiang Wang was very much looking forward to the occurrence of that change.
After completing his daily cultivation, Jiang Wang continued to focus his mind on the information related to the offshore islands. He wanted to find a way to save Zhu Biqiong.
This matter was extremely difficult. Even with the help of Jiang Wuyou and Chung Geng Sheng, the chances of success were very slim.
One hundred percent of the effort, one hundred percent of the harvest.
While he was thinking, a clamor came from the courtyard outside.
This was Chung Geng Sheng's Xiashan Villa. Usually, there would not be such a ruckus.
Jiang Wang pushed open the door doubtfully. From afar, he heard the voice of Chung Geng Sheng's uncle, the eldest son of the Marquis of Bowang, Chongxuan Mingguang.
"These orphans and widows came to our door. We Junggenjia could not ignore them. Where is Little Sheng? Where is he? Tell him to come out! Can our Marquis of Bowang's Mansion be criticized behind our backs? "
If one ignored his ability and virtue, Chongxuan Mingguang really had a dignified appearance.
He was already very old, and his cultivation base was far behind, but he was still exceptionally elegant. His clothes and accessories were all appropriate, and each strand of his hair was meticulously taken care of.
When he spoke at this time, his voice was also mellow, adding a bit of intimacy. If someone unfamiliar with him met him for the first time, it would be very hard not to trust him.
When Jiang Wang arrived, he saw a large group of old, weak, women and children clustered in the courtyard. The children were crying, the elderly were howling, each one more miserable than the other. The scene was extremely unsightly.
Some were shouting that they were hungry, some were crying that they did not want to live anymore, and some were saying that they could not live anymore and would be forced to die, and so on.
If someone who did not know the situation saw this scene, they would probably think that Chung Geng Sheng had done something outrageous like digging up graves.
Chongxuan Mingguang was standing in the middle of these people, saying, "The Junggenjia will make a decision for you." It was clear that he did not come with good intentions.
The two doormen stood on the side with awkward expressions. Obviously, they did not dare to block the eldest son of the Marquis of Bowang.
Jiang Wang listened for a while and roughly understood what was happening.
After Wang Yiwu was expelled from Linzi City, Jung Genzun's business was divided up. It was inevitable that some people would not rely on either side and lose their livelihood.
This was not a problem. Logically speaking, if there was no work to do, they could just find another. How could a living person with hands and feet starve to death in Linzi?
Moreover, how many people would dare to find trouble with the Junggenjia?
There was no need to investigate this matter. It was clear that Chongxuan Mingguang had some ulterior motives. He had gathered the families of these people to force Chung Geng Sheng to give an explanation. It was obvious that he wanted to severely damage Chung Geng Sheng's face and damage his reputation.
This trick was extremely shallow. However, looking at Chongxuan Mingguang's appearance, it was clear that he was very pleased with himself and thought that he was in control of the situation.
When Jiang Wang went out, he was still a little worried about what had happened. When he saw Chongxuan Mingguang, he was already relieved. Looking at the chaotic situation, he even wanted to laugh.
How hard would it be to deal with such a small problem?
Chung Geng Sheng's mood was clearly similar. He angrily squeezed into the courtyard from another door. When he saw his uncle, his face was immediately full of smiles.
"Uncle is a busy person. Who knows how many times you have to pay your respects. How come you have the time to come to my Xiashan Villa today? "
Chung Geng Sheng's words were vaguely sarcastic, implying that Chongxuan Mingguang did not have anything important to do apart from making Chongxuan and Yunbo happy.
However, Chongxuan Mingguang did not understand. Instead, he looked at his chubby nephew with a serious face and said earnestly, "Ah Sheng, this matter can be big or small. You have to deal with it properly. Uncle also does not want to deal with it. However, you juniors are too troublesome! It's not that Uncle wants to scold you, but those businesses were doing well. How can you just tear them down? If you tear them down, then so be it. Uncle will not say anything if you young people fight over them. However, how can you not give them a way out? In the future, who will listen to you? Who will trust Junggenjia? "
Chongxuan Mingguang was not good at other things, but his words were really beautiful. It was probably related to his habit of socializing since childhood.
"Uncle's lecture is right." Chung Geng Sheng was not the least bit annoyed. He said with a smile, "I wonder what these people want to force me to do by gathering here today?"
He stood there like a small mountain, "Go ahead and say it."
His voice was also light.
However, as soon as he said this, the entire courtyard, the cries, noises, and shouts, suddenly quieted down.
Chongxuan Gongzi was so awe-inspiring.
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