He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 239 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 16

The emperor felt a burning fire in his chest, which made his liver ache. He had been through the struggle for the throne in his youth, a life of intrigue and deceit. He knew how to put on an act for everyone, using a different face for each person.

As she grew older, she developed a maternal love for her son, and the way she looked at him was no longer just a matter of consideration, but a genuine expression of affection as a son.

Unexpectedly, the son actually plotted to poison his father.

"They've gone too far! Do they really think I've gone blind just because I'm old?!"

A chill ran through the emperor's eyes, but only for a moment. He was not fully recovered, and after venting his anger, he began to cough muffledly.

The gentleman held the emperor's hand and tried to calm him down.

Wen Yan stood aside without saying a word, only pouring tea and water.

The emperor coughed for a while and then looked at her.

He looked her up and down with the gaze of someone in a superior position, and finally asked, "Your name is Wen Yan?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Logically, on her first audience with the emperor, she should have performed the full kowtow, but she simply bowed and raised her hands, performing the most ordinary greeting. Her posture was like that of a green bamboo, noble and neither humble nor arrogant.

The emperor was satisfied.

As expected of your beloved disciple.

Hearing that she had found the antidote, he nodded repeatedly in approval.

His indifferent eyebrows and gentle demeanor exuded an air of sophistication from head to toe.

He is courageous and resourceful.

Before I could ask any questions, the palace doors were flung open with a bang, and forty or fifty masked men in black rushed in. Outside the wide-open hall, archers were drawing their bows in preparation.

The situation reversed instantly.

The emperor's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned as black as charcoal.

It was at this moment that the Fourth Prince walked in against the light, his hands behind his back. He was handsome, with a fair face and hands, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, and his clothes were the simplest colors.

He took a few steps closer, then paused, as if remembering something, and gave a perfunctory bow: "I was in such a hurry to see Father that I forgot my manners. How has Father been lately?"

The emperor remained silent, turning his head away with a cold look.

The fourth prince didn't seem to care much and continued with the procedures.

First, he paid his respects, then talked about his recent condition, and finally inquired about the emperor's health.

The whole set is perfect.

These words, which sounded so comforting to the emperor, now felt like sharp knives piercing his heart.

"Bastard!"

He was so angry that he leaned back as if he was about to kick the bucket any second.

"you you you!"

You talked for so long, and then you coughed instead.

“Father, getting angry is bad for your health. What do you think? Would you like to retire to the palace on your own, or should I take you there?”

He drew a knife from the man in black's waist; the sharp blade sliced ​​through the carpet and struck the stone slab with a sharp, hissing sound. He spoke softly:

"Mr. Wen, what are you doing standing there? Come here."

emperor:!!!!

"you……"

Seeing this incredulous look, the Fourth Prince felt relieved, and his smile deepened.

Wen Yan walked towards the Fourth Prince, but paused halfway, unable to bear it: "Sir, Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

After speaking, she turned around and stood behind the Fourth Prince.

The gentleman supported the precarious emperor, who was still choking back tears. He collapsed first, half of his body falling onto the dragon bed: "You lied to me."

Wen Yan's lips twitched slightly, his expression unspeakable, and he closed his eyes the next second as tears streamed down his face.

Too ugly.

The fourth prince particularly enjoyed watching it; he not only liked it, but also thoroughly enjoyed it.

As he drew closer and closer, almost touching the emperor, Wen Yan winked in a certain direction.

The nearest man in black leaped into the air, kicked the fourth prince's hand, and after the long sword was thrown from his hand, he quickly closed in, grabbed the prince's neck with his bare hands, and pinned him to the spot.

After finishing, I turned to look at Wen Yan and felt unhappy.

“Yuanjun, he took my sword, the one you gave me, and it’s chipped.”

The long sword fell to the ground with a crisp clang, its blade uneven.

"It's okay, I'll give you another one."

The emperor struggled to breathe, the situation reversed several times, and he was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the dragon bed.

The gentleman rolled up his wide sleeves to wipe away his tears, sniffed, and went to help the emperor: "Your Majesty, it's alright now."

The emperor turned his head, belatedly realizing, "My dear minister, did you know?"

The gentleman nodded with tears still in his eyes, quickly wiping them away with his other sleeve: "I only found out about this a quarter of an hour ago."

My heart is still beating very fast.

When Wen Yan explained the plan to him, he was completely bewildered. Then he was pushed and pulled to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and then, in his youthful state, he was forced into rebellion.

At the crucial moment, he remembered Wen Yan's words.

Acting requires genuine emotion.

What are the key points of sincerity and earnestness?

Of course, it was tears! So he stared wide-eyed, trying to hold back his tears, but when the Fourth Prince indeed surrounded him with a large group of men in black, he couldn't hold back his snot either.

it's okay no problem.

He comforted himself.

Tears streaming down one's face make it all the more real.

A new group of people surrounded the hall, their gleaming arrows pointed at the men in black outside.

Wen Yan walked back to the emperor's side and comforted him, "Your Majesty, don't worry, reinforcements have arrived outside the palace."

The Fourth Prince's rebellion was so quiet that it didn't even cause a ripple.

It also broke the record for the shortest coup in history.

Within half an hour, the fourth prince and the man in black were imprisoned.

For the first time, the emperor had the illusion that a coup d'état was like playing house.

What about all those massacres in Beijing before?

Wen Yan: ...So they like washing and scrubbing.