The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Hearing him ask about this, Yuan Yuming quickly concealed his sad emotions and straightened his expression, "Come and see these memorials!" He casually grabbed a stack and handed it to Haixiang.

Haixiang took it and looked through a few books, his expression became serious, "They want to revoke Prince Qiong's military power?" He was over-worried and unwell in the past few days, and he kept complaining about illness and did not go to court.

Although it was expected that some people would make a big fuss about Yuan Qiyan's disappearance, they didn't expect it to be so soon.

Yuan Yuming glanced at him, "Look again, who are the people who submitted the memorial?"

Haixiang looked at them one by one, and found that the people who submitted the papers were all courtiers who were close to the Sun family, and the leader was Sun Shida, the younger brother of Concubine Sun's mother and compatriot. [

His eyes darkened, "Your Majesty, do you suspect that the Second Prince secretly attacked Prince Qiong and incited the courtiers to remonstrate, in order to gather power?"

Yuan Yuming said nothing, but a look of pain flashed across his expression.Ten days ago, Yuan Chengshuang returned to Beijing in a panic with the imperial guards, and narrated the process of being assassinated with snot and tears.According to what he said, those assassins were aiming at him, and Yuan Qiyan and Hai Weilan were just implicated by him.

He was born in a family of officials since he was a child, and he held an important position in the court at a young age, and he became the emperor for nearly 20 years. How could he not see this trick?

He had no evidence, and even if he had evidence, he didn't want to pursue it.The palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh. He had already lost one son, and he didn't want to lose another one!

Seeing his complex expression, Haixiang was silent, and he understood it quite a bit, "Your Majesty, tomorrow morning these people will come up with various reasons and take turns admonishing him. How do you plan to deal with it?"

Yuan Yuming took a deep breath, "Prince Xiang, in your opinion, which of my princes is the most suitable to inherit the throne?"

Haixiang hesitated for a moment, but still replied: "I think Prince Qiong is the most suitable!"

Yuan Yuming frowned slightly, "Why do you think so?"

"It's not because he is my son-in-law that I deliberately favor him. Prince Qiong has made great achievements in battle and is upright. He is a natural emperor. It's just his temperament and background...I'm afraid it's not good for him!"

These words touched Yuan Yuming's sore spot, but he was not angry, but just sighed, "I love this son the most, but as an emperor, he is too upright, and he is easy to break if he is rigid!"

Haixiang looked at his expression suspiciously, "What does the emperor mean by this?"