My old husband who can read minds

Chapter 95 The secretive relationship

"Have you brought Jiang Chen to see Old Duke Cui? How did the old man react?"

King Yong was born with tall eyebrows, broad eyes, a hooked nose and square lips, and his face showed a sharp look. This was a face that could intimidate people.

"Old Duke Cui only said to Jiang Chen, 'It looks like, it really does look like' and he didn't say much more, but his son seemed to be quite excited when he saw him. The son followed your father's instructions and said all of your words. After hearing what I heard from Mr. Cui, I think he must be very worried about what happened back then, otherwise he would not easily agree to marry us."

Wei Xiang thought for a while before replying. He bowed in front of King Yong, not even daring to breathe.

In fact, he was also very curious. Old Duke Cui said that Jiang Chen looked like the same person. Who did he look like?

After his father only said that Jiang Chen was an old friend, he kept silent about the rest, so Wei Xiang naturally did not dare to go into details.

King Yong nodded expressionlessly, "You did a good job with the marriage with Miss Cui Wu. Was the 'forced marriage' drama your idea, or was it Jiang Chen's and that old thief Cui's idea?
Wei Xiang originally intended to take credit for himself, but when he thought that it was impossible not to find out the truth using his father's methods, he had no choice but to answer honestly: "It was Jiang Chen's idea. Old Duke Cui later filled in some details."

"Yeah!" King Yong's voice was still as calm as water, and there was no hint of joy or anger.

"I heard that you had a dispute with Prince Wenxin, and you still suffered at the hands of the other party?"

Facing his father's questioning, Wei Xiang felt that his legs were a little weak and muttered: "It's not that my son wants to provoke Qin He, but that Qin He used his son to propose marriage to Miss Qin Si, deliberately humiliating and retaliating."

Prince Yong turned around and looked directly at his eldest son, "He is just the prince of the Hou family, but you are the prince of Prince Yong and the only prince in the current dynasty. You will let the other party humiliate you and embarrass the face of Prince Yong's palace?"

Wei Xiang turned pale with fright and started to argue in a low voice, "My son, I think business matters are more important. There is no need to miss important matters just for a momentary dispute, so I hold back."

King Yong gave him a meaningful look and said in a lazy tone: "It's not wrong for you to think so. Sometimes it's a good way to show the enemy weakness and confuse the other party."

Wei Xiang nodded repeatedly, "My father is wise, and this is what my son thinks."

"Well! You've worked hard on this trip to the capital. Go down and rest first." King Yong still had the same unsmiling look.

"Yes, my son will leave first."

Wei Xiang, as if he had been pardoned, bowed his head and left quickly, looking quite impatient.

King Yong turned his head silently, hiding the disappointment in his eyes.

This eldest son has mediocre talents, impetuous temperament, and short-sightedness. It is really difficult for him to take on big responsibilities.

When he thought of Jiang Chen, who was so scheming and cautious at every step, King Yong felt really depressed.The secret path is indeed the seed of that person. No one has taught him since he was a child, and he can grow to a frightening level.

His eldest brother was so amazing and talented back then. If he hadn't died, how could the princes below him have ever succeeded.

Everyone is speculating on the cause of that person's death, or thinking that he died at the hands of which prince, but as far as he knows, every prince is not innocent in that person's death.

If not, how could the late emperor allow them to continue to live?

The last few princes were almost completely killed and injured due to the fight for the legitimate son, and their lives and wealth were lost. Could it be that the late emperor was seeking revenge for the eldest son he loved and valued most.

Emperor Qianyuan was lucky because he just turned a blind eye at first and did not add fuel to the flames of that person's affairs. He secretly tried to poison him, so the late emperor passed the throne to him.

After many midnight dreams, King Yong felt filled with regret.

If he could get the throne by doing nothing, why did he bother to be that evil person in the first place, and end up making wedding clothes for others in vain, but let Wei Laowu get a big advantage.

This feeling of reluctance and regret, of being so close but missing the mark, has lingered in King Yong's heart for decades and has become an obsession he can't get rid of.

This obsession finally became an unstoppable inner demon after he found Jiang's mother and son.

After Wei Xiang left, King Yong sat quietly in Mingjing Pavilion for a quarter of an hour before getting up and leaving, heading towards the west side courtyard where Jiang's mother and son were.

When Princess Yong heard that her husband had gone to the west courtyard again, she smashed a tea cup and cursed "Jian".

The servants serving in the palace were not surprised that every time the prince went to visit Staff Jiang and his mother, the princess would always have an attack.

Everyone in Prince Yong's Mansion, from the masters of each courtyard to the servants and maids in each room, kept the matter secret.

In fact, when King Yong arrived at the West Branch Courtyard, he only sat there for a while, chatted with Jiang Chen for a few words, and then left. During this period, he did not meet Mr. Jiang.In the closed hut, Mrs. Jiang leaned her back against the door. When she heard the sound of King Yong leaving, her body trembling with fear slowly fell to the ground, and there was a trace of blood on her pale face.

Jiang Chen's dark eyes outside the door looked at the brightly lit Prince Yong's Mansion in the distance. A bloodthirsty and cruel smile slowly appeared on his delicate face.

One day...he will...

That day will come! ! !

(End of this chapter)