ome officers who had their brains frozen by the cold calling for 'clearing the way for the virtuous' and came to my palace ranting. They have all been dealt with now."Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanji's...Chapter 705: What Sorrow Can Be Celebrated

Wen Wang had many children in his lifetime, with four sons and six daughters. From this perspective, he was truly blessed with a large family.

But Duan Jinjiang knew that his other sons and daughters were, in the eyes of the stingy King Wen, nothing but dispensable appendages.

What he truly desired was still Li Junze, the son born to his original consort.

It was precisely because the princess died in childbirth that Wen Wang poured all his heart and soul into Li Junze.

It was precisely because of Li Junze's importance that the Taishang Emperor insisted on keeping him in the capital.

On the surface, it's said that the great emperor favored this nephew and wanted to keep him by his side to personally guide him.

...in fact, became a personal guarantee....

This is something that ordinary people can see.

While detaining hostages, apart from King Wen, the other vassal kings did not receive such treatment.

It can be seen how much the great emperor feared Duke Wen.

If Li Junze were still alive, he would naturally make Wen Wang wary.

But now Li Junze is dead, heaven knows what Wen Wang will do.

In just a few breaths, Duan Jinjiang had thought about many things.

"How did he die" Duan Jiang asked.

Wen Wang said calmly, "My son, he was a bit too foolish. He died from foolishness."

He made Zhao Xuanji a shield, and he underestimated the prince too much.

126 elite guards, all personal bodyguards from the Jinling School who had protected him in the past, cooperated with Zhao Xuanji to bring him into Taihe Palace, where they stormed the palace with weapons.

"If he and Zhao Xuanji had won, it would have been fine. But not only did they fail to imprison the prince, but they were even scared off by the prince alone."

"The Crown Prince forced him to confess Zhao Xuanji's crimes, he dared not speak, but at this crucial moment, he was killed by Zhao Xuanji with a dagger."

The King's tone was calm as if he were talking about something completely unrelated to him, and at the end, he even said with a hint of mockery: "Thus, the Crown Prince and Zhao Xuanji lived in peace, and the government was relatively stable. However, my foolish son died."

Wen Wang spoke simply and lightly, but Duan Jin Jiang had crawled out of the Asura field in the capital. Without thinking, one could know how great a danger was hidden within these few short sentences.

First, the conflict between Zhao Xuanji, the Grand Secretary, and the Crown Prince has reached a breaking point, otherwise it wouldn't have escalated to this level in court.

And Zhao Xuanji also joined forces with Li Junze to storm the Taihe Hall with weapons, intending to confine the prince.

This is no longer a matter of contradiction, but an evolution into a fight to the death.

It was obvious that Zhao Xuanji and the others were on the verge of failure.

And the points of failure, by common sense deduction, are nearly impossible.

The prince, with his own strength, scared them witless.

If someone else were to hear this, they would undoubtedly disbelieve it.

But Duan Jinchang knew the methods of that prince. Just look at himself, how he had fallen from being an esteemed scholar in the East Pavilion to a fugitive who dared not show his face in broad daylight. This was truly terrifying and formidable.

"Your Highness, please accept our condolences."

Duan Jinjiang said softly.

"Condolences"

Wen Wang chuckled lightly and said, "What sorrow is there to lament"

"From the day I sent him into the capital, I knew his life and death were no longer in my hands. I only hope he can be smart enough to live a little longer. He's been obedient and kept a low profile for many years, but he couldn't escape this fate after all."

Wen Wang gazed at the tranquil water surface and said indifferently, "Although I cannot decide my son's life or death, I can decide the lives of many others."ive a thousand years, a thousand years, ten thousand years!""No gifts please."Li Chen looked at Liu Sichun thoughtfully and said, "How many seedlings did we buy this time"Liu Sida hurriedly replied, "...