Sick Man Turns Out to be a General

The wet nurse quickly carried the little princess over. The little kid looked fast, but it had been a month since they last saw each other. Not only did he grow fatter, he even became a lot whiter.    

    

Noble Consort Zheng asked the wet nurse to place him on top of the Arhat Bed. The little fellow turned its body on the bed, laid on it, and turned its little head. It looked around, and once it found the location of Beauty Zheng, it crawled towards her.    

    

"This child is really good-looking, look at his little face, it's chubby and really cute." Noble Consort Zheng reached out her hand and pinched the little princess' face. This pinch was not done in a caress, but with a little bit of strength. The little prince felt a bit of pain and cried out.    

    

However, she didn't dare rush up to snatch the child back. She knew clearly in her heart that the Noble Consort Zheng was warning her to not think about things that didn't belong to her, otherwise, she wouldn't show mercy.    

    

Her aunt did not believe her. Beauty Zheng clenched both of her hands tightly as her thoughts spun around in her mind. After a long while, she forced out a fitting fake smile and said: "He is good to support.    

    

She raised the handkerchief and covered her mouth as she smiled. Then, she stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles on her son's clothes. She took the opportunity to move closer to Noble Consort Zheng and whispered, "We are a family. I won't do anything that would harm the Zheng Family."    

    

Noble Consort Zheng's shrewd phoenix eyes glanced at Beauty Zheng and smiled. She returned the child to Beauty Zheng and pretended to believe him: "What are you saying, Aunt will believe you, but you have to be extremely careful yourself. If anything happens to Aunt, our entire Zheng Family will not escape responsibility, so don't think that you can get away with it alone."    

    

Beauty Zheng held her son tightly as a cold light flashed past her phoenix eyes that resembled Noble Consort Zheng's. She hypocritically said, "What Aunt said is true, Qian'er will listen to your teachings."    

    

The two of them acted hypocritically, each having their own ulterior motives.    

    

The Noble Consort Zheng sat in the Snow Song Realm for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. She talked about the Emperor's recent whereabouts and the snow in front of her, only leaving with the servants of the palace after the snow had stopped falling.    

    

Beauty Zheng stood at the door and watched her leave. Only when he couldn't see her figure did she call her trusted aunt over.    

    

"Aunt Fang, find a chance to leave the palace and help me deliver a letter to second brother." Beauty Zheng clenched her hands tightly, and turned to look at her son who was playing on the Arhat Bed. How could she not understand what Noble Consort Zheng was saying?    

    

"This servant will personally deliver the letter to Second Young Master." Aunt Fang promised.    

    

Beauty Zheng nodded. Aunt Fang was someone her father had planted in the palace. All these years, she had been communicating with her family through her.    

    

"Come to my room before you leave the palace. I'll give you the letter." Although Aunt Fang was one of them, Beauty Zheng still did not dare to be too at ease.    

    

"..."    

    

Before the news of Second Prince's injuries could be spread out, another bomb had exploded in the imperial court. Someone had secretly carried it out, saying that the Second Prince was secretly forging weapons in the south.    

    

When he heard this news, he became furious. He did not ask the whole story, but threw the imperial report in the main hall, and ordered the King Jing to go to the imperial mausoleum, recall the Second Prince, and have the justice courts send someone to investigate the matter.    

    

The Emperor was furious. Although the officials of the Second Prince Sect wanted to speak up for the Second Prince, they were afraid that the more they spoke, the angrier the Emperor would become.    

    

After leaving the imperial court, the Emperor ordered the King Jing to follow him to the imperial study.    

    

As soon as they entered the royal study, the emperor threw the imperial report onto the carpet. "Speak, what is going on here?"    

    

Yan Chenglee bent over and picked up the imperial report, then respectfully placed it on the table and kneeled down, "royal father, this son really does not know about this."    

    

He did know that his second brother made weapons on his own, but he wasn't the one who reported the news. Even if royal father really wanted to pull his second brother off the horse, he wouldn't use such an insecure method because he didn't like watching his brothers fight.    

    

"Didn't you get someone to play it?" The emperor turned around and walked in front of Yan Chenglee, looking down at him condescendingly. This son of his, although he was capable, but not decisive enough.    

    

"No." Yan Chenglee shook his head.    

    

The Emperor frowned and stared at him for a while. When he saw that his face was unchanging and that there were no weird actions, he called out to him.    

    

"What do you think about it?" His second son had just suffered an avalanche and was injured, so someone immediately went up to impeach him. This was clearly someone taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.    

    

The emperor looked up at Yan Chenglee. In the capital, no matter who his second son fought the most against, there was nothing like this eldest son. However, as his eldest son, if he wanted to impeach his second son, he would never lie. However, it was hard to say. In the royal family, who could maintain their original intentions?    

    

"I feel that someone is scheming against my second royal brother." Not only was it a matter of impeachment, but it was also a conspiracy of others that might have happened to his second royal brother in the Royal Tomb.    

    

Yan Chenglee clenched his fists, the big snake was finally going to come out of the hole.    

    

The emperor looked at Yan Chenglee meaningfully, smiling without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, Yan Chenglee stood up straight and looked straight ahead.    

    

"Okay, you can go back now. Tomorrow, I will bring Old Second back to the Royal Tomb."    

    

Yan Chenglee bowed and left. Lee Dehai carried the tea that he had just brewed and entered, "Your majesty, please drink some tea." He poured tea into the emperor's cup and placed it on the emperor's right hand.    

    

The emperor rubbed his temples and spoke with a humble and amiable tone, "Lee Dehai, do you think what King Jing has said is trustworthy?"    

    

Lee Dehai put down the teapot and folded his hands in his wide sleeves, "Didn't Your Majesty already come to a conclusion in your heart? "Why must this old servant be troubled?"    

    

Lee Dehai's voice was a little high-pitched, but he would lower his voice every time he answered, slowing down his speed of speech, so no one would think that his voice was ear-piercing.    

    

"Master of the King Jing isn't that stupid. The empress has always been well aware of His Majesty's intentions. She definitely understands that His Majesty doesn't want to see a few of His Highness' brothers get along with each other."    

    

The emperor slightly closed his eyes when he heard the words' brothers are mutilate '. He didn't want to see the two of them mutilate each other because he didn't want to think about what he had done in the past.    

    

"If Empress really understands Zhen's heart, that would be great!" The emperor sighed, raised the teacup, sipped the tea, and said to Lee Dehai: "Lee Dehai, today's tea is a bit bitter."    

    

Being by the side of the emperor for more than ten years, Lee Dehai had long figured out his little temper. He immediately bowed and admitted his wrongs, "This servant is in the wrong, next time I'll make tea properly."    

    

The Emperor closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and waved him away.    

    

— —    

    

After Yan Chenglee left the Imperial Palace, he did not immediately return to the Palace but instead went to Mu Chen's house.    

    

It was snowing heavily and drifting about, covering the entire area with a layer of white. Holding an umbrella, he knocked on the County Prince's Mansion's door.    

    

"What do you think about what happened today?" Yan Chenglee took off the cape he wore and hung it on the shelf by the door.    

    

"Your highness is talking about the Second Prince?"    

    

Yan Chenglee nodded.    

    

"This subject feels that this is a good opportunity to make progress." Mu Chen sat down, "The Second Prince's matter was definitely not an accident, it was someone's doing something behind the scenes."    

    

"He wants to separate us?"    

    

Mu Chen nodded his head, then shook it, "Prince, have you ever thought about what would happen to Second Prince if the matter of impeachment were to be true?"    

    

"Demoted to be a commoner, never to return to the palace."    

    

"Does Your Highness think that the Second Prince can accept it? Can the Noble Consort Zheng accept it? " No, since he could not accept it, then he might revolt. Once the Second Prince raised his army to rebel, the Great Yan Dynasty would be chaotic, and the enemy would be able to take advantage of it.    

    

Yan Chenglee pondered carefully and understood the meaning of Mu Chen's words. He nodded slightly and said, "I understand what you mean."    

    

"Your highness is going to the Royal Tomb tomorrow, so there's no harm in bringing along the cold wind and Wei Zuo." Mu Chen suggested.    

    

Cold Wind and Wei Zuo were both his trusted helpers. Their martial arts were good, and their ability to investigate cases was strong, so they should be able to help investigate this matter.    

    

Yan Chenglee knew that Mu Chen had good intentions, and did not reject him, "Fine, make them wait for me at the city gate tomorrow."    

    

The two talked for a while more before Yan Chenglee left.    

    

The cold wind stood beside the pillar on the porch, looking calmly at the snowflakes falling in succession. Mu Chen walked over and stood next to him.    

    

"Accompany the Prince to the Royal Tomb tomorrow. Wei Zuo will go with you." Mu Chen said. "Wait until you return from the imperial mausoleum, then follow the Qilin back to the palace. Then we'll go back to the northwest."    

    

Cold Wind also had this intention. As a commander of the Northwest Army, he had already left his post for months without permission. If he didn't go back now, his head would land on the ground.    

    

Seeing that he did not reply, Mu Chen patted his shoulder, "When the situation in the capital stabilizes, I will bring Jinglee and the children back to the Northwest."    

    

"..."    

    

In the morning of the second day, Yan Chenglee rushed to the imperial mausoleum with Leng Xiao and Wei Zuo, as well as the few guards the Emperor had sent him.    

    

Second Prince's injuries were not as serious as the messenger had said. After being treated by the two imperial physicians, his legs had been saved.    

    

It was hard to accept it now. Second Prince's temper became even more violent, during the period of recuperation, he would make things difficult for the servants, light words would be followed with abuse, while the heavy servants would directly smash them with heavy objects. The servants did not dare to resist, because if there was anyone who resisted, the Second Prince would become even more furious, and might even get someone to drag them out and beat them to death.    

    

When Yan Chenglee arrived at the imperial mausoleum, he did not first visit the Second Prince. Instead, he met with the Senior Nian who was assigned to guard the mausoleum and asked him what the Second Prince had done during his time there.    

    

After understanding the basic situation, Yan Chenglee went to see Yan Chengqi. Yan Chengqi was in the middle of throwing a tantrum, throwing a vase at someone.    

    

Receiving the vase that was smashing towards him, Yan Chenglee laughed, "Second Imperial Brother's way of treating guests truly makes me gasp in admiration."    

    

"What are you doing here? add insult to injury? " In a bad mood, Yan Chengqi could not be bothered to act friendly, and asked with a harsh tone.    

    

"Not really. royal father told me to bring you back to the capital." As for the impeachment, he avoided talking about it.    

    

Yan Chengqi calmed down and whispered: "Did royal father ask you to come?"    

    

"Get someone to clean up. We will return to the capital tomorrow." Seeing that Yan Chengqi was not in a good condition, Yan Chenglee did not have any interest in staying to chat with him. After saying what he wanted to say, he left.