Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 178 Why do you think His Majesty didn't take you?

"Do you think I held the Yaotai Banquet to identify your sweetheart, and then use Bingqi's identity to bring you and the prince down?" Feng Yuyang's tone was full of mockery, "Your idea is not wrong, but it's just a convenience."

Feng Twelve's eyes were solemn: "Are you really after those birthday poems?"

Feng Yuyang clapped his hands twice and laughed like a nobleman: "I said you are very thoughtful, Little Twelve. I really value you. Since you can help the prince, why can't you help me?"

Feng Twelve ignored his questioning and asked directly, "What's in the birthday poem?"

Feng Yuyang shrugged: "It's poisonous."

He casually gave the answer, with a wider smile on his face: "Hong Xiao of Bai Niao Pavilion is good at using poison, called 'Lovesickness Realm'. This poison cannot be detected at first, but as long as it is kept by the person for three days, the toxin will invade the bone marrow and gradually weaken the person."

"You mixed poison into the ink?" Feng Twelve already understood what he had done to the birthday poem. "You asked us to write poems and send them to the palace. Others dare not deal with them casually. You will definitely put them on your majesty's desk. Your majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs and may not have the time to appreciate poems. They will be left there for several days."

"You guessed right," Feng Yuyang smiled in appreciation, "Hong Xiao gave you a painting with the same idea in mind, but you burned it. She couldn't kill you, but it gave me a hint."

Feng Twelve said coldly, "You got the 'Lovesickness Realm' from her, and used the birthday poem to poison His Majesty. You predicted that he would be unwell today, so you decided to do it in the Imperial Manor."

"That's right. Even if he doesn't come to the imperial farm, I have a way to get him to come." Feng Yuyang said, "Like you said, I made a lot of black gunpowder in Qin County. It won't be difficult to bring some to the capital."

Feng Twelve was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Yuyang asked.

"I laugh at your arrogance." Feng Twelve said, "Guess how I found out about the saltpeter mine in Qin County?"

Feng Yuyang frowned.

"I was listening to a sutra in the Imperial Temple at noon, but I left for a while. Do you know why?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang looked at him suspiciously: "Why?"

"Lin Yue is back." Feng Twelve said, "He brought with him the evidence of your illegal mining and illegal manufacture of black powder."

"...Impossible." Feng Yuyang said, "If Lin Yue came back, he would first ask to see Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty was with you at the time. In order not to alert the enemy, Lin Yue had someone quietly call me out and handed the evidence to me." Feng Twelve raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of sarcasm, "He knew that if the evidence was in my hands, the Crown Prince would be able to see it. If the Crown Prince could see it, then Your Majesty would naturally be able to see it too."

He spoke slowly, word by word, but Feng Yuyang's expression changed suddenly.

"Impossible. If His Majesty knew about this, he would hold me accountable on the spot." Feng Yuyang said in a grim tone, "Don't even think about bluffing me."

Feng Twelve chuckled again.

"What are you laughing at!" Feng Yuyang stomped his cane heavily on the ground.

Feng Twelve raised his head: "I was also very confused at first, but now I know."

"What do you know?" Feng Yuyang asked angrily.

Feng Twelve looked at him, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes: "Do you understand His Majesty?"

Feng Yuyang laughed as if he had heard a funny question: "No one in the world knows him better than me."

"Then why don't you take him?"

Feng Twelve threw the question back. Feng Yuyang was about to get angry, but a look of anger suddenly froze on his face.

Feng Twelve looked at his changing expression, his eyes filled with even more sympathy: "You've thought of that?"

"No." Feng Yuyang spoke subconsciously, "He wouldn't be so reassured, let alone... No, his son is here, how could he... How dare he..."

He spoke incoherently and even uttered something he did not want to say.

He glared at Feng Twelve fiercely, then suddenly turned and walked to the door.

"Go and ask if the body has been found?"

He spoke to the gatekeeper, who took his orders and left.

Just as he walked about two meters away, a cold light broke through the air and pierced his chest.

The gatekeeper fell to the ground on his back without even a groan.

The men in black who were patrolling nearby heard the noise and some of them looked over vigilantly.

The next moment, the bowstring sounded suddenly and several arrows flew into the air.

The long arrows were like sharp claws that pierced into their bodies and hooked out their souls.

The dull sound of sharp weapons piercing the body, the howling of the injured, the cries and orders, the running and dodging...

Looking at the chaos in front of him, Feng Yuyang's face became distorted and gloomy.

He quickly retreated back to the wooden house and was about to close the door when it was kicked open from the outside with a bang.

A team of imperial guards rushed in.

The shining spear was pointed at Feng Yuyang, and the bright silver light pierced into his eyes, causing his pupils to tremble slightly.

Walking at the end of the team were two familiar figures.

The Emperor, and the Crown Prince Feng Yunxi.

Looking at these two people who should have died long ago, Feng Yuyang's mouth twitched a few times, as if he was shocked, angry, crying, and laughing.

"...Father," he lowered his body and knelt on the ground, "I'm so glad you're okay."

The emperor stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

Feng Yunxi rushed into the room and came in front of Feng Twelve.

"Twelve, are you okay?" He untied the ropes on Twelve and helped him sit down against the pillar, with guilt flashing in his eyes.

"There is a drug in his cane." Feng Twelve whispered.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yunxi immediately had Feng Yuyang's cane taken away.

Feng Yuyang knelt on the ground the whole time, as if he had given up resistance and let others do whatever they wanted.

Feng Yunxi glanced at him and said to the emperor: "Father..."

The emperor waved his hand and slowly walked to Feng Yuyang: "Look up."

Feng Yuyang shrank his shoulders and slowly raised his face.

"Father," he said with tears in his eyes, "I know my crime. I was just confused for a moment."

The emperor smiled and said, "You're admitting your guilt so quickly? Third brother, this is not like you."

Feng Yuyang supported himself on the ground with his hands, his face full of shame: "Your son, your son was also instigated by the traitor. Your son has already regretted it."

"Oh?" The emperor kicked the paper he had dropped on the ground. "Your regret is letting your brothers push you to be the crown prince?"

Feng Yuyang said: "Father taught us that the country cannot be without a ruler for a day. In order to avoid chaos in the court, I have no choice but to resort to this last resort."

The emperor nodded gently: "You are indeed my good son. You can still talk to me at this time. No wonder you are not convinced by Yun Xi. If he were in your shoes, he would not have the determination you have."

Feng Yuyang turned his head to look at Feng Yunxi, and saw that he was bandaging Feng Twelve's wound. He turned back and said, "The Crown Prince is kind and benevolent. It is my narrow-mindedness that led me to have such delusional thoughts."

The emperor laughed out loud. He looked at his son carefully as if he was meeting him for the first time. "You are able to judge the situation and bend and stretch. I underestimated you before."

Feng Yuyang lowered his head: "I dare not."

The emperor sighed softly, as if expressing his feelings, but also with a bit of regret: "You are still playing tricks on me now, are you waiting for your reinforcements?"