"Where did this news come from? Is it reliable?" Yang Chuxia frowned upon hearing this.
"Our people found out." Ye Ziāan touched his forehead, "If Prince Ping is removed again, itāll truly be our turn."
"Thereās nothing we can do; we can only wait." Yang Chuxia shook his head, "His illness hasnāt been conquered, and the Emperorās poison isnāt cured; we canāt use force or persuasion."
"Indeed, the only forces in the Capital City not controlled by him are the West Mountain camp." Ye Ziāan thought to himself, fearing that even the West Mountain camp might not be safe anymore.
"Itās hard to fight a strong battle, and using soft tactics might not leave enough time." Yang Chuxia listened and also felt troubled, "Letās just hope the Emperor recovers soon. At least as long as the Emperor is alive, he wonāt have the grounds to rebel."
"Forget it, letās not think about this; weāll take each step as it comes."
Ye Ziāan wanted to talk to Baili Yan, it would be best if Prince Pingās side could get some help and not be abolished too quickly, that way buying more time for their side, as there is so much to be done.
He needs to thoroughly investigate the palace forces, change the commander of the Imperial Army, make the shadow guard leader his own, and replace personnel in the Capital Cityās Ministry of War, Ministry of War, and so on.
Moreover, the Emperor must be freed from Prince Leās control first, otherwise, no matter how many forces they replace, they canāt oppose an imperial edict personally decreed by the Emperor.
Unexpectedly, Prince Leās move was merely a smokescreen this time; he never intended to touch Prince Ping, his real target was Prince Zhuang.
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"Master, someone outside brought a message that the old madam of the Luo Family had a stroke." In Prince Leās Mansion study, Prince Le was wielding a wolf-bristled brush.
He paused for a while before asking, "Are you sure?"
"Confirmed, reportedly out of anger."
Prince Le chuckled, "The third branch of the Luo Family, the Eldest and Second are incompetent; whether the old madam is dead or sick doesnāt affect them. But Third Luo? If the old madam dies, Third Luo and his son canāt go to court for at least three years."
He continued, "That old woman cares most about her childrenās and grandchildrenās futures her whole life. Her own sons are useless, so she wants to control Third Luo in her hands. If Third Luo loses power, would she, already having a stroke, die of anger?"
His plan was clear, directly removing Old Muās military power would attract attention, and afterward, the Emperor would surely find a way to return the military power. But if mourning is added, even if the Emperor wants to return it, Old Mu wouldnāt be able to regain military control, and military power in Prince Zhuangās faction would be completely gone.
Then, he could play a hand in framing, and both Prince Zhuang and the old Emperor could perish together.
"Come, prepare the carriage, the Prince is going to the palace!"
After the last stroke, Prince Le tossed the wolfās hair aside, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the study step by step.
He encountered the heir of Prince Le along the way, Prince Le stepped forward and grabbed the childās chin, "Do you want to be Emperor?"
Everyone around was shocked upon hearing this!
"Why arenāt you saying anything?"
After a pause, the heir replied, "No, I donāt!"
"Ha, truly a waste!" Prince Le let go of him and strode away, yet there was a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.
Look, thatās his son, a destined weak person.
He wants to offer the throne to him, but he doesnāt even want it, so why should he seek the throne?
Let it be chaos, let everything be chaotic; a chaotic world breeds heroes, and someone will surely dominate this land again, regardless of who that person is, as long as it isnāt the Baili Family or royalty from neighboring countries.
After too much peace, itās time for chaos to emerge!
"Emperor, Prince Le is here!"
The Emperor was outside the bedchamber playing with birds.