Otherwise, the eldest prince can justifiably walk on the road paved for him by the sixth prince.

It wasn't until this moment that the emperor realized how conceited he had been.

He has lived in self-righteousness all his life, but no one has seen it clearly.

Brother, just take care of Mingzhe to protect yourself.

Sons are ambitious.

Now he doesn't know who else to count on...

The entire palace stayed awake all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the eldest prince was wearing court clothes and led by the blessing into the hall.

The moment he stepped into the hall, his heart beat extremely fast.

Looking at the seat in the center of the hall, for the first time, he truly felt the desire for all this.

It's not that he didn't think about it before, but the thought was always restrained by him as soon as it appeared.

Without the birth of a direct son, without the protection of his mother's family, and without the preference of the emperor, he clearly knew in his heart that he did not have any capital to compete with others.

But last night, kneeling in front of the emperor's sick bed, the long-suppressed longing in his heart suddenly surged uncontrollably. He couldn't help but wonder, why can the idiot Liu Liu be able to compete, but he can't?

There was a voice in his heart that seemed to tell him that this was the chance God gave him.

If he doesn't catch it, then he can only cringe and dormant until his death in this life.

So he took the initiative to speak when Prince Rui hesitated.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with what he said. Even if the emperor recovers, he will not be able to pick out his fault.

As for Yu Jingdu...

The eldest prince has never been so eager to hope that the urgent report is true.

He even thought about how to make it real.

People's desire for power is sometimes like a weed in spring. Once it sprouts, it will grow wildly uncontrollably, until it changes people beyond recognition.

The eldest prince walked to the front of the seat with a throbbing heart, trying to hide the desire in his eyes.

But after he entered the hall, he felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the hall.

For some reason, the civil and military officials who used to follow the rules seem to be particularly enthusiastic today, and they gather in twos and threes to chat with each other. Many people are happy and seem to be sharing something happy.

Because the emperor didn't come, they only nodded slightly after seeing the eldest prince and did not stop talking.

This made the eldest prince a little unhappy. It was clearly the attitude of the courtiers towards him in the past, but today he feels that he has been ignored and offended.

But before he could open his mouth to find a sense of existence, an urgent report came from outside.

His heart sank suddenly, his expression almost uncontrollable.

He could hardly hear what the emergency report said later. When he came back to his senses, there were cheers one after another in the hall:

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness..."

Later, the eldest prince knew why the courtiers were all beaming with joy early in the morning.

Because it was not yet dawn, the streets and alleys of the capital were buzzing with gongs and drums to celebrate the good news of the border.

The people will not care whether the source of this news is reliable or not. Since everyone is saying that His Royal Highness has won the battle, it must be true. On the way to the court, the courtiers naturally heard the news. They had no time to distinguish the source of the news. They only thought it was spread by the frontier messengers passing through the city early in the morning, so they did not doubt it.

At this moment, the urgent report was sent directly to the court, and it was a certainty.

For a while, the civil and military of the whole dynasty were immersed in the joy of His Royal Highness the great victory, but the eldest prince was the only one who looked ashen.

No one knows what ups and downs he experienced in this short day and night.

no one cares about him...

Chapter 120

That night, Rong Zhuo only fell asleep when it was almost dawn.

He thought he would be so nervous that he couldn't sleep, but he didn't expect that as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He slept quite deeply this night, and was not awakened by hunger in his stomach until noon.

"Brother..." The eighth prince whispered softly in his ear, "You're hungry too, I heard your stomach growl."

Rong Zhuo opened his eyes and saw that the little guy was nestling in his arms obediently, with a little smile in his eyes.

He clearly woke up early in the morning, but he kindly didn't wake up Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo reached out and rubbed his head, then got up to help him get dressed.

It is now the twelfth lunar month, and it is very cold in the capital.

Although the heater was on in the house last night, the temperature was still very low.

If it were changed, Rong Zhuo would have been frozen to sleep, but because he was hugging the Eighth Prince, the little guy was like a small human-shaped stove, covering the quilt to keep him warm, so Rong Zhuo would sleep. To be extra steadfast.

"Master." Xing Chong's voice came from outside, "Are you awake?"

Rong Zhuo stepped forward to open the door and asked Xing Chong, "How?"

"It's done." Xing Chong said.

Rong Zhuo's heart fell to the ground when he heard the words.

While he was washing, Xing Chong told him the situation in the capital. Although Rong Zhuo didn't know what happened in the emperor's bedroom last night, he guessed it, because the sixth prince did not appear in the early dynasty.

"Let Jiang Shaoqing inquire, someone in the palace can ask about the whereabouts of the Eighth Prince." Rong Zhuo said.

However, think Cheng Concubine will take the initiative to cover up this matter. Now that the emperor is seriously ill, most of the others have no intention to pay attention to the whereabouts of the eighth prince. Maybe they think that he has been in Cheng Concubine Palace.

"Next, you only need to pay attention to the movements of the court." Rong Zhuo said: "If the previous matter was done by the sixth prince, you must remember to check his details to see if anyone is encouraging him behind his back. ...he is probably locked up now, but we still have to beware that he has a backhand, especially on the way to Beijiang, to prevent him from sending someone to attack His Royal Highness."

"Don't worry, the owner, we have sent people to watch over this journey." Xing Chong said: "And His Royal Highness must also know that he will not come alone when he returns to Beijing this time."