The old beggar's hands trembled as he held the wooden stick. He stood at the entrance of the Taiji Palace at a loss as he was stared at suspiciously by the two eunuchs. He kept wiping his cold sweat.
Damn it, he had really knocked into an iron plate!
The fat sheep he had found was actually the Ninth Prince of the Great Tang!
This was not someone he could afford to offend.
The old beggar trembled in fear and did not dare to make a sound.
He really wanted to turn around and run now, but when he thought of the Ninth Prince's gentle words in his ear, saying that if he dared to run, he would be killed, this was not a joke. If he ran, he would really die!
Da da--
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a fair and handsome young man with hair tied behind his head walked over with steady steps. He was wearing a light golden robe.
Li Dun looked at the old beggar who seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Without waiting for him to speak, he waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone,
"Let's go, follow me in."
"We'll meet again soon. How about we meet again?”
the old beggar said carefully.
"See you again?"
"You want to sink the moat?" Li Dun's eyes narrowed.”
The old beggar was speechless.
Following behind Li Dun, the old beggar had a long face. Was this person a prince? Why did he feel that he was even more domineering than the emperor? It was as if as long as they did not do as he said, they would die!
They arrived at the side hall.
Li Dun glanced around the hall but did not find Wu Zetian. She seemed to have gone to work, so he sat down and stared at the old beggar. He said simply,"
"I need you to make a few things.”
The old beggar whispered," Your Highness, if you want to rebel, don't choose the imperial seal carved by Radish. This is not a rebellion. This is suicide!"”
"Who told you that I want you to be the Heirloom Seal now?”
Li Dun shook his head and said,"Carve some of this for me."
As he spoke, Li Dun whispered into his ear.
"Can it be done?" he asked.
The old beggar heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest confidently."" This is just Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts. It's a small matter, but the price..."
Li Dun silently raised his palm, ready to give him a two-pronged slap on the face.
The old beggar quickly nodded and bowed,""This old man misspoke. What money do I need? It is this old man's fortune to be able to follow Your Highness and be at your beck and call.”
"How long will it take?" Li Dun nodded in satisfaction.”
"If it's fast, three days!"
"Three days?"
Li Dun hesitated for a moment and said with a solemn expression,"Three days won't do. It's too long. I'll give you six hours.”
The old beggar was speechless.
Six hours?
Wouldn't he die of exhaustion here?
The old beggar lowered his head with a sad face. He nodded slightly in agreement with grievance, but he was secretly indignant in his heart.
What sin had he committed to treat this fierce tiger as a fat sheep? No matter how he looked at it, this fat sheep was him!
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At this moment, in Duke Zhao's residence.
It was the afternoon. Zhangsun Wuji was wearing a purple robe and sitting behind a few tables. He leisurely watched a group of beautiful Hu women dance in a foreign country and listened to the music that came from his ears.
Sitting below him was a 40-year-old chief historian of the Eastern Palace.
"If there's anything, just say it."
Zhangsun Wuji tilted his head and looked at the Eastern Palace's chief historian, who seemed like he wanted to say something but hesitated. He knew that he had a lot to say and said,"I'm listening."
"Then I will tell you."
The Eastern Palace Chief's expression turned solemn as he bowed slightly to Zhangsun Wuji. His hair, which was stained with wind and frost, swayed slightly as he spoke softly,
"Now that His Majesty has appointed the Ninth Prince as an imperial envoy to pursue the money, the capital of the Great Tang has been thrown into a storm in two days!”
"Because of his scheme, Duke Fang Liang had no choice but to repay his debt.”
"Because of his violence, Duke Cheng Lu could only lower his head.”
"Even the miser Li Weigong had no choice but to submit to his methods.”
"All the officials in the court, including the officials of the three provinces and six ministries, had no choice but to return the money because of the Ninth Prince's coercion.”
"The Crown Prince is the Crown Prince that His Majesty has personally appointed.”
The Eastern Palace Chief looked at Zhangsun Wuji and frowned. He patiently said,"
"Minister Zhangsun is the Crown Prince's uncle. Now that the Ninth Prince's task as an imperial envoy is about to be completed perfectly in just three days, His Majesty will be happy and love the Ninth Prince.”
"He will be conferred the title of King!" Zhangsun Wuji said decisively.”
"Not bad!"
The Eastern Palace Chief nodded heavily and continued,"
"Now that the other princes have been conferred the title of king, only the ninth prince has not been conferred the title of king. It can be seen that His Majesty does not have a good impression of this illegitimate son of the royal family.”
"But now that I'm on a mission, I'm afraid I'll have to change my attitude!”
The chief historian of the Eastern Palace said worriedly,"
"The Ninth Prince's title of King means that there is a possibility of fighting for the throne. If His Majesty deposes the Crown Prince and makes the Ninth Prince the heir apparent, what should we do?”
Zhangsun Wuji was deep in thought." No way?”
"Not now, but can you guarantee that it won't happen in the future?”
The chief historian of the Eastern Palace said solemnly,"
"So, this humble official believes that if we want to make the Ninth Prince lose the possibility of fighting for the throne, we have to make it impossible for him to be crowned king.”
"Therefore, the source of this lies in Minister Zhangsun's thoughts!”
"So, you want me to not return the money?”
"That's right!"
"Sigh, how should I put it?"
Zhangsun Wuji sighed.”
The chief historian of the Eastern Palace was speechless.
Who doesn't know that you, Zhangsun Wuji, are actually similar to a miser like Li Jing? Moreover, to a certain extent, you are even worse than Li Jing. Only a ghost would believe that!
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