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Chapter 47: The liquidation and execution, the end of Princess Zhao (please read it!)
  morning.

The news that the eldest prince, Lu Changfeng, had been thrown into death row for rebelling against the palace, spread throughout the imperial capital. It seemed that someone had deliberately publicized it. In the streets and alleys, common people, families, gentry and powerful people all knew about the matter, and everyone was discussing it.

Some people are happy and some are worried. Along with the resignation of many cabinet ministers, more than half of the officials in the court were suddenly reduced, and there were a lot of vacancies in the temple.

Groups of silver-booted flying fish in cold-faced brocade clothes quickly swept out of the palace like afterimages. The imperial guards came out with swords and surrounded all the luxurious mansions in the imperial city. Women, children, old and young were all under surveillance. All of them were imprisoned.

A big seal was affixed to the huge house, announcing the loneliness of a family.

The most miserable among them was the Pei family, which was only a second-rate family of military generals, but their entire family was ransacked.

Capturing the devil girl alive in the rebel army was a great achievement, a great achievement. After a series of things happened later, one of the three generations was killed in the end, the others were exiled to the border, and the girl was admitted to the Jiaofang Division. The outcome, however, is just the tip of the iceberg in the treacherous maelstrom of the capital city.

The first person to bear the brunt of this turmoil is naturally Prince Zhao's Mansion.

In just half a day, Prince Zhao's Mansion was already empty.

The treasures of the house were filled into the treasury, and the old housekeeper, guards, and servants were all dismissed, leaving only a distinguished woman in a flaming pleated skirt and a high bun on her head in the courtyard.

The Ming Deng Secretary was checking the house, but Yang Yingchan had a calm face. She was looking at the flowers blooming in early spring in the courtyard. She didn't seem to feel any sadness because King Zhao was in jail.

"Madam, come with us."

The leader, the commander of the Ming Deng Division, was tall and tall, pressing the hilt of his sword while explaining with a calm expression.

The woman in front of her is King Zhao's wife, Princess Zhao Yang Yingchan.

You cannot be negligent, and at the same time, you must control the other party's whereabouts according to the instructions of the Holy Oracle.

"Sir, please lead the way."

Yang Yingchan retracted her bare hands holding the petals, nodded her head lightly, and spoke in a clear and judo voice.

As the daughter of the King of Zhenbei, she is the hostage of the capital, just like a hostage. Although she did not participate in the palace coup, if something happens to King Zhao, it will naturally not end well, so she has been prepared in her heart.

Such a fate has been doomed since she was eight years old when she was about to marry a guy who was ten or twenty years older than her.

I just don’t know how the Holy Spirit will deal with me.

If you want to die, just die. I have suffered enough grievances over the years. I don’t know what is the meaning of living in this world. Every day I live is extremely futile and despairing.

Gradually, I became numb.

Yang Yingchan got on the carriage prepared by the Ming Deng Division with a calm expression.

I just don’t know where the carriage ends. Is it a well, a prison, or an execution ground?
  I don't know how long it took until the carriage stopped.

"Madam, get out of the car."

The commander's voice came from outside the car.

Yang Yingchan lifted the corner of her skirt, opened the bead curtain, and saw the vermilion palace wall in front of her, with very symmetrical black eaves and red tiles.

"What does the Holy One plan to do with me?"

She couldn't help but ask the commander.

The commander of the Lighting Department replied indifferently: "We are under house arrest in the palace and awaiting retribution."

When Yang Yingchan heard these eight words, she immediately understood.

The Holy Emperor doesn't want to kill her yet, because he has a very special identity and is worth using. He is also his father's weakness and a thorn in Mobei's side.

For this reason, he locked himself in the palace to prevent her from escaping out of the city.

But she believed that the current Dayan and the current Emperor Yong'an should not be afraid of her father.

What value does he have as a hostage?

Perhaps after several battles with the demonic kingdom, Dayan lacked energy. When Dayan regains his strength, it may be his own death.

Thinking of this, Yang Yingchan sighed and stepped into the palace.

This is the third time she has entered the palace. The first time was when she was eight years old, and the second time was when she got married to Lu Changfeng. The third time she did not expect this to be the case.

Yang Yingchan was wrapped up by the Ming Deng Secretary and walked towards the palace, attracting the attention of many maids, eunuchs, concubines and nobles in the palace.

"Who is she? Is she the concubine of the Holy Emperor Xina? She looks pretty good."

"It doesn't look like it. She's dressed like a princess. Could it be Princess Zhao, Yang Yingchan?"

"So it's her. Why are you here? The daughter of a warrior. She is vulgar and savage. She is definitely not easy to get along with. She must have a lot of bad habits."

Yang Yingchan had practiced martial arts since she was a child and had a keen ear, so she naturally heard these voices of disdain, but she ignored them and came to a remote palace with a calm face.

"From now on, you can live here."

Qingzhu Palace at this time. "Mom, are you telling the truth?"

Lu Mingyuan looked surprised and looked at Wang Zhaoyan in front of him in disbelief.

Wang Zhaoyan smiled and said: "Of course it's true. Your father said that you performed well in the Cold Palace. In order to compensate for the fact that you were almost killed at the gate of Qingzhu Palace, you can go to the Sixth Courtyard of the Harem and move around. The range of activities is wider. , and at the same time, we will arrange for someone to teach you martial arts."

Lu Mingyuan still maintained a surprised look, and did not think about it for a long time.

He made up the grievances he suffered during the night, such as military rebellion, assassinations, turmoil, etc. He reported them all to his mother and grandfather, and his mother reported them to Emperor Yong'an.

In the afternoon, his mother came over and told him that his father had given him a loose condition.

Not only did the scope of his activities expand to the Sixth Courtyard of the Harem, but he was also willing to hire a teacher to teach him martial arts!

You must know that the palace is divided into three major areas, one is the front hall where sacrifices, court meetings, and receptions are mostly made, the second is the cabinet, Imperial Academy and other official offices, and the third is the living area headed by the Sixth Courtyard of the Harem.

He can now move around one-third of the palace, but overall he can only live in the cold palace, but the space for movement is a little larger.

"Then can I go to my grandmother's house every day to say hello?"

Lu Mingyuan asked expectantly.

"Yes."

Wang Zhaoyan nodded, her eyes flashing with surprise. She didn't expect that the first thing Lu Mingyuan thought about was this. It was really unlike his previous temperament.

But the next second, Lu Mingyuan said with a smile: "Mom, since my father is so easy to talk to now, can you assign some good-looking maids to me?"

Only then did Wang Zhaoyan feel that the son in front of her was familiar. She patted him and scolded him with a smile: "Your father is not easy to talk to now. The eldest prince conspired to rebel. He is angry. Most of the cabinet ministers are gone and they are busy."

After a pause, he warned in a serious tone: "But don't worry about the palace maid's matter. If you want, my mother will definitely give you a few, but the quantity must be limited. Your body is finally replenished, so you must not indulge in excess again."

"I know, mother~"

Wang Zhaoyan looked at her son, who was getting stronger and stronger, clinging to her like this, and felt much better, and announced another piece of good news.

"Besides, your grandpa may be getting promoted."

"Promotion?"

Lu Mingyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, "If grandpa is promoted again, won't he enter the cabinet and become prime minister?"

In the official position of Dayan, only by joining the cabinet and being awarded the title of bachelor can one be considered a prime minister in the true sense.

The cabinet represents the decision-making power of the entire Dayan military and government affairs, and its power is actually greater than that of the six ministers.

Wang Zhaoyan nodded slightly: "Yes, there are too many vacancies in the imperial cabinet today. Your grandfather is senior and is the Minister of War, so he is a good candidate. He should be joining the cabinet in the near future."

He looked very happy: "Fortunately, you didn't successfully leave the palace, otherwise this opportunity would have been lost. Our Wang family is really lucky."

"It's so hard on you that you still have to stay in the cold palace."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Mom, it's okay. As long as you are safe, I will be happy."

After hearing this, Wang Zhaoyan's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and she felt extremely happy. Since her son was imprisoned, he has become more and more sensible, which is a good thing.

"Okay, Mom also has something to deal with. Now the prominent families in the capital are annexing the property of the Xie family, Cui family, and Pei family. Naturally, our Wang family also wants a share of the pie."

Lu Mingyuan escorted Wang Zhaoyan to the door, and happened to see a group of bright lanterns surrounded by a noble and dignified woman in a pleated skirt, arriving at a palace not far away.

He couldn't help but ask: "Mom, who is that?"

"Oh, her."

Wang Zhaoyan glanced at it and replied casually: "She is the wife of King Zhao, Princess Zhao Yang Yingchan. Your father mentioned this to me this morning. She is also a poor person. She has been trapped in the capital as a hostage for twenty years. Now Zhao When the king was imprisoned, she was naturally placed under house arrest in the palace and could not step out. Speaking of which, she is a bit like you."

It turned out to be Yang Yingchan, the daughter of the King of Zhenbei.

Lu Mingyuan was thoughtful when he heard this.

This is a rare plea to everyone.

Next week I will be heading to Sanjiang. It is the new style of Sanjiang on the home page. Don’t keep reading, but start reading.

After Sanjiang is put on the shelves, I will update and give back to everyone.

"Bang bang bang!"

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(End of this chapter)