"Evil spirit, retreat! Evil spirit, retreat …"
Qian Duoduo was talking nonsense in the hall, waving his hands and feet as if he had gone crazy. The muscles on Qian Fortune God's face twitched, and he said angrily, "Don't be rude in front of His Highness!"
"Amitabha, Boundless God, Taishang Laojun is as urgent as the law, hum hum hum hum hum …"
Qian Duoduo spoke eloquently and returned to his seat, looking a little tired. After a fierce battle with the evil spirit and winning, he was indeed tired.
The Third Prince looked at him, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Yang Yanzhou scanned the surroundings and continued, "Even though we have managed to win over many officials and greatly weaken the First Prince's power, the Crown Prince is still the Crown Prince. This little bit of improvement is still not enough. We still need to do more …"
Qian Fortune God sipped his tea and said, "As far as I know, there is still a strong force lurking around the Crown Prince. They haven't made any moves yet, so we have to be on guard."
Zhao Yi put down his teacup and said slowly, "The Holy Religion."
All the people present were people who stirred up trouble in the Qi Kingdom, so they naturally knew what the Holy Religion was.
It was a huge force hidden among the people of the Qi Kingdom, so it was frightening.
They were led by the so-called "Empress" and distributed in all the provinces and mansions of the Qi Kingdom. They even infiltrated the government offices and the imperial court. They were a force that the officials of the imperial court and even the Emperor were extremely wary of.
The imperial court and His Majesty wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible, but this force was too strong and mysterious. Usually, they just lay dormant and didn't cause much turmoil. They had tried to eliminate them several times, but they all failed.
Now, this force was colluding with the First Prince, so they had to be even more careful.
"Why not report this to His Majesty?" Someone said aloud, "His Majesty can't tolerate the First Prince colluding with the Holy Religion. This is enough to make him lose the title of Crown Prince."
"We can't." Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said, "In the eyes of the officials and His Majesty, the censors in the court are already our people. Not to mention whether His Majesty will believe us or think that we are framing them, we have too little evidence. If we act rashly, it will do us more harm than good..."
Someone sighed and said, "Leaving this Holy Religion alive is a scourge. If the Holy Religion is not eliminated, we will not be able to sleep at night …"
Getting rid of the Holy Religion was easier said than done.
If the Holy Religion could be so easily eradicated, the imperial court would have banned them from appearing in the Qi Kingdom a long time ago.
He couldn't get rid of it, but he couldn't indulge it either. Things fell into a stalemate again.
Money God of Fortune looked back at Qian Duoduo and asked, "Duoduo, what do you think about this?"
Qian Duoduo was holding a teacup and sipping tea. He looked at the Money God of Fortune and said, "I don't have any thoughts. Dad, is your tea cold? If it's cold, I'll add some more for you …"
Money God of Fortune looked at him and said, "I won't ask Taoist priests and monks to treat you in the future. You should talk nicely..."
"What thoughts can I have..." Qian Duoduo put down the teacup and said, "If you want to get rid of the Holy Religion, just send troops to fight it. What can I do?"
Someone frowned and said, "The Holy Religion usually lurks deeply and doesn't rebel. How can we fight it and where? It's a waste of money, manpower, and material resources. If there is no result, won't the imperial court and His Majesty blame us?"
Qian Duoduo adjusted to a comfortable posture and said lazily, "Then I have no other way. If the Holy Religion doesn't rebel, can you force them to rebel?"
The official was so angry that his face turned red. "You..."
"Wait." Money God of Fortune waved his hand. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Your Highness, this is also a way."
However, Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said, "Although this method is good, it is also flawed. The matter of the Holy Religion is very important. Many people have been fooled by them. Only the Great Prince and the Third Prince can appease the people. The Great Prince is now in charge of the country and has great power. If he orders the Third Prince to eliminate the rebels, won't we return with nothing?"
Zhao Xiuwen nodded and said, "In this way, we will dig our own grave. This plan can't work."
The others present were confused and had no idea what these people were talking about. They could only silently bow their heads and drink tea to cover up the embarrassment on their faces.
Money God of Fortune looked at Qian Duoduo again.
Before he could speak, Qian Duoduo slowly stood up and said, "Dad, I'm sick, very sick. I won't get better in 10 days or half a month. I don't know anything and I don't have any thoughts. You guys talk. I'll go back to sleep..."
After saying that, he walked out leisurely.
Money God of Fortune was startled, then waved his hand and said, "Go."
He looked at the Third Prince and asked, "Your Highness, what do you think of this plan?"
Zhao Yi nodded slightly.
Zhao Xiuwen laughed and said, "Very good!"
Yang Yanzhou stood up and said with a smile, "A stroke of genius, a stroke of genius..."
The rest of the people were speechless.
What did they just say?
What were they talking about now?
Why couldn't they understand a word?
…
The capital was already chaotic enough because of the battle for the throne between the Great Prince and the Third Prince. An urgent report that entered the capital today threw a huge stone into the already turbulent lake, setting off huge waves.
The Holy Religion in Huizhou had rebelled. One day ago, dozens of Holy Religion rebels broke into the county government and robbed all the money and food. Although there were no casualties in the county government, Huizhou was part of the Gyeonggi region. It was the first time in decades that someone dared to rebel in the Gyeonggi region.
Although this was a small matter, the impact was too serious. The court was in chaos because of this. Even the Emperor, who had been ill for a long time, was alarmed by this matter. He personally came to the court and ordered the Great Prince to personally supervise this matter and not make any mistakes!
The Saint Church was different from the other rebels. They were a strict organization and had a lot of influence among the people. If the imperial court were to send troops to wipe them out, there must be a prince with a suitable status to hold the fort.
In the current capital, only the Great Prince and the Third Prince met this requirement.
But the Third Prince had fallen ill five days ago and was bedridden. This burden could only fall on the Great Prince's shoulders.
Prince Heng's Mansion.
Zhao Zheng was shouting at the young man surnamed Fang.
"Tell me, tell me, what are your people doing? Attacking the government office, are you rebelling, are you rebelling!" Zhao Zheng's face was red and he said angrily, "Do you know how much trouble this matter has brought to I!"
"This is impossible!" Fang Yu's face was gloomy. He said, "Without Her Majesty's order, the followers of the Holy Religion would not make decisions on their own. This must be a trap!"
"A trap?" Zhao Zheng looked at him and became even more angry. "Besides you, who else has such great power? If it's not you, is it Zhao Yi?"
"The Huiyuan County Magistrate is one of us." Fang Yu looked up at him and said expressionlessly, "We want to attack the Huiyuan County Magistrate. There is no need to do this."
Zhao Zheng's face was gloomy. He looked at him and said in surprise, "You mean, Zhao Yi framed you for this in order to wipe out the Holy Religion?"
Fang Yu looked at him and said lightly, "Don't you already know why he did this, Your Highness?"
Zhao Zheng sat back down, his face even more gloomy.
The Holy Religion was his powerful backing. These days, he had lost too much in the battle with Zhao Yi. He still hoped that the Holy Religion could help him turn the tables, so how could he eliminate them?
But Imperial Father had given him a death order, so he couldn't ignore it. If he didn't achieve anything, what would Imperial Father and the court officials think of him? Zhao Yi would probably laugh like crazy in his heart.
He thought for a moment and suddenly sneered. "Zhao Yi, you should take care of what you did. I sent you to Huizhou to wipe out the bandits. Do you dare to defy the decree?"
Behind him, an old man stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice, "Your Highness, have you forgotten that King Feng fell ill five days ago and can't get out of bed? The imperial physician said that he needs to rest for at least a month …"
"What did you say!"
A moment later, the hall was filled with shouts and curses, as well as the sound of tables and chairs colliding.
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