Chapter 266 Something Happened
As he spoke, Rong Que called out, "Ming Lu."
Minglu agreed and walked out. In a moment, he brought back a stack of letters on a wooden tray.
Rong Que said slowly, "I've seen it all clearly. People can lie, confessions can be falsified, but you should be able to tell whether this handwriting is real or not, right?"
The Queen Mother immediately said in a cold voice: "Is it impossible to forge the handwriting?"
Rong Que laughed and said, "Fake? Unless the Duke admits that these were not written by him, but were all made up by me."
Rong Que signaled Minglu to distribute the letters to the court officials present and have them circulate them.
These letters were all stolen by Rong Que from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion last year. He screened them and kept the useful ones.
"These are all the correspondence between the Duke of Zhenguo and the Duke of Zhenguo's son in the past one or two years. Whether I forged these is not up to the Empress Dowager alone. All the civil and military officials in the court are not useless.
These letters that I have selected all contain handwritten greetings from the Crown Prince's legitimate sons to the Duke of Zhenguo. You may wish to compare the handwriting.
Let's see if our Majesty and this prince are the same person."
The young emperor ascended the throne. Although he did not take charge of the government due to his young age, he would read and write on weekdays.
It took barely a cup of tea to decipher the handwriting.
Previously, the court officials felt that the sudden appearance of the late emperor's son was unclear, and they never expected that this person was actually the grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo.
The Minister of Rites was so angry that he jumped up and down and cursed, "You are a member of the royal family, yet you are allowed to commit adultery. You simply have no respect for the law."
Huang Zhaozhong stood by and sneered, "Your Majesty, the grandfather has done a great job in letting his own grandson come to the palace to pretend to be the emperor. If it were me, I would not be able to do it. Not only is it in line with the etiquette and laws, but I cannot do it from the perspective of human feelings.
He is only five years old.
Didn't he ever beg you to come home?
Hasn't he ever been afraid of this huge palace?
When he begged and was afraid, how could the Duke harden his heart and force him onto the throne for his own glory and wealth?
Does the Duke really think that someone else killed this child?"
Now that his identity has been confirmed and no one addresses him as "Your Majesty" anymore, Huang Zhaozhong speaks frankly.
"Duke, can you sleep at night? Even if the late emperor doesn't question you, won't your son and daughter-in-law question you? Do you dare to look into the eyes of a five-year-old?"
"Enough!" The Queen Mother shouted at Huang Zhaozhong.
Huang Zhaozhong raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.
The Queen Mother angrily said to Rong Que, "You really will do anything to achieve your goal."
Rong Que sneered, "Grandmother, I can be even more unscrupulous!"
As he spoke, Rong Que's smile faded, "Come here, the Duke of Zhenguo has disturbed the government and confused the royal bloodline. He should be executed for his crimes. Capture him!"
"Who dares!" the Queen Mother immediately said sternly.
However, Ming Lu ignored him and went straight forward to arrest the Duke of Zhenguo. "What is the Su Family Army afraid of?"
The Queen Mother felt heartbroken by Minglu's words, but Minglu just left a word and walked out directly taking the Duke of Zhenguo with him.
The Duke of Zhenguo looked at the body on the bed and said, "I can take him..."
Huang Zhaozhong sneered, "You remembered to take him now? What were you thinking when the child begged you before? Where are you taking him now? To the prison? To the execution ground? You took him away just to relieve your guilt. How much good will it do for the child? The person is dead, do you still want to suck the blood of the dead?"
The word "blood-sucking" made the Duke Zhenguo's heart and lungs burn. His weapons were broken and his halberd was cut off. In an instant, he lost all his spirit.
He was like a walking corpse, being taken away by Minglu.
As soon as the Duke of Zhenguo was taken away, Rong Que said to the Queen Mother, "You can't even tell whether your grandson is your own or not. The Royal Grandmother is old. Someone, send her back to rest."
As he spoke, he leaned forward towards the Queen Mother.
"I'm not killing you because I don't want to wear mourning clothes for you. You need to live a long, long life."
The Queen Mother was so angry that her whole body was shaking, "How dare you, my son? I am your grandmother!"
Rong Que didn't say anything more, and just ordered people to escort the empress dowager away.
After the Queen Mother left, he glanced at the little one on the bed, his heart tightened with pain, his Adam's apple rolled, and after a long silence, he told Huang Zhaozhong, "Choose a good place in Kyoto to bury him. Don't let him suffer."
Just a five-year-old child.
You won't enjoy any blessing by following the towering tree of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, but you will have to risk your life for it.
Huang Zhaozhong accepted the order immediately.
Things have come to this point, all that is left for Rong Que to ascend the throne is to choose an auspicious day.
No choice.
A country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Of the flesh and blood left by the late emperor, only Rong Que and the second prince are left.
This pair of former mortal enemies, now...
The second prince became a monk three days ago.
Monks would not return to secular life to ascend the throne, so Rong Que had to do it himself.
That night.
After dinner, Su Qingqing and Rong Que sat shoulder to shoulder under the flower stand, looking up at the stars in the sky.
Su Qingqing raised her neck and tilted her head, squinting her eyes slightly as she looked at the starry sky.
Rong Que looked at Su Qingqing, "Are you happy?"
Su Qingqing just laughed and turned to look at him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly asking such a question?"
The Imperial Astronomical Observatory selected an auspicious day, three days before the coronation ceremony.
These days, Rong Que has been feeling uneasy, always feeling that something is going to happen.
He grabbed Su Qingqing's hand, put his fingers together, revealing the pink and white fingertips. He held the fingertips in front of his mouth and pecked them lightly, "Will you leave me?"
Su Qingqing knew that Rong Que was in a bad mood these days, so she smiled and comforted him, "No."
Rong Que's eyes darkened, "Really? Never?"
Su Qingqing kissed Rong Que on the cheek, "No, never, don't think too much, where can I go if I leave you."
Rong Que thought of the words he heard at the door that afternoon. The words of questioning were on the tip of his tongue, but he struggled for a long time and still didn't ask.
He didn't dare ask.
I was afraid that if I asked, I would get an answer that he couldn't accept.
No matter whether Su Qingqing was lying to comfort him or taking it seriously, he took it seriously.
After pinching the back of her head, Rong Que pushed Su Qingqing towards him, and under the flower stand with a sky full of stars, they shared a long kiss.
After the end, Su Qingqing leaned in Rong Que's arms, "Don't think too much. Since I came back with you, I want to be with you wholeheartedly. The more you think about it, the heavier it will be between us. These will become shackles and barriers between us."
Rong Que tightened his grip on Su Qingqing's shoulders and said, "Okay, I don't want to."
While Rong Que was preparing for the coronation ceremony, Su Qingqing incorporated the team of personal soldiers left by the Duke of Zhenguo.
It is not an easy task to conquer a mature and powerful army that has followed the Duke of Zhenguo for many years.
Rong Que was very busy preparing for the coronation ceremony.
Su Qingqing was also too busy to have time to sleep.
Jixiang looked at her master and felt that as the coronation ceremony approached, her master's face became more and more ugly. She had a strong premonition that something was going to happen .
