My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 240 Cause and Effect

Chapter 240 Cause and Effect
The Secretariat.

"father!"

Zeng Anmin stood outside the door and called out to Zeng Shilin who was in the room.

Zeng Shilin is working at his desk.

Hearing this familiar voice, my brows subconsciously frowned.

He looked up and saw Zeng Anmin standing outside the door with a solemn look on his face.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing his son's expression, Zeng Shilin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He then asked everyone to leave and closed the door.

Zeng Anmin looked around and found nothing unusual. The solemn expression on his face almost solidified:
"I have something very important to ask you."

"Speak." Zeng Shilin knew his son's character very well.

If it wasn't a big deal, he would never come directly to the yamen to look for me.

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, and then a sharp look flashed in his eyes:

"If there is an internal fight in the royal family, can Master Xu help?"

……

As soon as these words came out.

Zeng Shilin felt like his heart stopped.

His abyss-like eyes also became extremely solemn.

"Crack."

Zeng Shilin stood up and walked in front of Zeng Anmin, with a very serious look on his face:

"Tell me what happened first."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, held his father's arm and said in a serious tone:

"I've heard people say that the practitioners of the Xuanzhen Division must not affect the fate of the Great Saint Dynasty. Is this true or false?"

Zeng Shilin did not hesitate at all: "If there is an internal struggle within the royal family, Master Xu cannot interfere!"

Zeng Anmin raised his head suddenly and looked outside through the gap in the window.

The voice was deep and said:
"Ningguo Duke Li Jian is about to attack Your Majesty!"

Poo tom!

Zeng Shilin couldn't control his body and sat down on the chair.

There was a look of extreme horror in his eyes:
"Li Jian?!"

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips, walked solemnly to Zeng Shilin, and whispered:
"These past two days, I discovered a little-known secret in the secret archives of the Imperial City Bureau."

"Through this secret, I deduced that the assassin in the bamboo hat who suddenly appeared after the imperial examination was an evil zombie from the Taoist sect."

Having said this, he looked towards the direction of Ningguo Mansion with great fear:
"The reason why the evil zombie was able to overpower two third-rank warriors was because it consumed the Earth Lotus, a natural spiritual root."

Having said this, he looked deeply at Zeng Shilin and said:
"It was the appearance of this assassin that caused the second-rank ancestor in the palace to take action."

"After the second-rank veteran made his move, he was attracted by the strength of the evil zombie, set his target on someone else, and chased after him."

After Zeng Shilin heard Zeng Anmin's words, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes:
"You mean, lure the tiger away from the mountain?!"

"Correct!"

Zeng Anmin felt his heart beating a little bit harder:

"And just now, Bai Ziqing has received the secret order from His Majesty and brought Si Zhongxiao to track down the evil zombie."

"That is to say..." Zeng Shilin's expression changed slightly: "Now in the capital... there is only one active third-grade master left, Ningguo Duke Li Jian?!"

"There is another one..." Zeng Anmin hesitated.

"Xiang Donglai had a fight with a Taoist some years ago and was severely injured by him. He is still lingering in the Xiang Mansion and cannot be counted."

Zeng Shilin's face was solemn.

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, looked up at Zeng Shilin carefully and asked:
"So, what do you think about this matter?"

Zeng Shilin raised his head slowly, his brows tightly locked together:
"Master Xu is still in the capital..."

Zeng Anmin shook his head slowly and looked straight at Zeng Shilin:
"Dad, do you remember something I told you before?"

"What's the matter?" Zeng Shilin was slightly stunned.

"The current fourth prince, Wang Yuanhao, is actually Concubine Xi's child."

Zeng Anmin's voice had become extremely solemn at this point:

"That's why I asked you just now, if there's internal strife in the royal family, why can't Master Xu intervene?"

"If Duke Ning has already dragged the Fourth Prince Wang Yuanhao into this, then Master Xu... and even the entire Xuanzhen Division's disciples, cannot interfere!"

Zeng Anmin raised his head slowly, a stern look on his face:
"If I were Ningguo Duke Li Jian, and had planned this far, the Second Rank Patriarch would have already left the capital, and the only one who could resist me, Si Zhongxiao, had also been sent away by His Majesty..."

"I will never let this opportunity go!"

"Assassination?" Zeng Shilin frowned.

"No." Zeng Anmin took a deep breath: "If it is an assassination, then his identity is an assassin, and Master Xu Tianshi can definitely stop him."

"But if we drag the Fourth Prince Wang Yuanhao along and lead the army to attack the Imperial City openly..."

This statement came out.

Zeng Shilin's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh!"

He suddenly stood up from the chair and was about to go out.

"Where are you going?!"

Zeng Anmin grabbed Zeng Shilin.

"I must report this matter to His Majesty."

"Even if it's fake, your majesty should be prepared."

Zeng Shilin looked at Zeng Anmin and said, "Wait here for your father to come back."

"Dad." Zeng Anmin pulled Zeng Shilin hard.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Shilin frowned and looked at Zeng Anmin.

"Duke Ningguo Li Jian has always been a huge hidden danger to you and me."

"As long as he is not removed, I will be restless."

A hint of cruelty appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.

The pair of almond-shaped eyes narrowed together.

Casting a light that makes people's heart palpitate.

"Why not take this opportunity to completely kill Duke Ningguo?"

Zeng Shilin looked at Zeng Anmin blankly.

This is his own son.

A seventeen-year-old boy? ?

…………

In the imperial palace, in the imperial study.

Emperor Jianhong had a blank expression on his face. He stretched out the black piece in his hand and slowly tapped it on the chessboard.

“Pada~”

As the black piece in his hand fell.

A drop of sweat had already seeped out of the forehead of the fat figure opposite.

"Father's chess skills are getting better and better. I am no match for him."

After holding the white piece for a long time, a look of dejection flashed across the face of the chubby prince. He stood up and saluted Emperor Jianhong.

"Ah."

When Emperor Jianhong heard this, his brows slightly frowned. He looked up at the prince expressionlessly:

"There is still room for maneuver, so why are you so easily saying you have failed now?"

The fat prince smiled bitterly: "The defeat is certain. Even if we continue to fight, it will only be a last-ditch struggle."

"Boring."

Emperor Jianhong gently put the black piece back in his hand, then glanced into the corner:

"Old Four, come and try?"

"Brother, this won't work?"

A soft voice sounded slowly, and he looked at the chubby prince sitting opposite Emperor Jianhong, with a faint smile on his face.

The fourth prince, Wang Yuanhao, stood up from the side, crossed his arms and came to the table. He glanced at the chessboard with his delicate eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Since the eldest brother is not capable, the younger brother must bear some of the pressure for him."

"you?"

The Crown Prince frowned and looked at Wang Yuanhao. He slowly stood up and made way for the Fourth Prince:

"Then try it."

A look of surprise appeared on the Fourth Prince's face.

He didn't expect that the little fat guy would give in so easily.

He chuckled:
"Dad, if I win, can you promise me a prize?"

Emperor Jianhong looked at the Fourth Prince.

A long-lost smile appeared on his face:

"What jackpot do you want?"

"We'll talk about it after I win. If I lose, I won't be able to talk about it again."

The Fourth Prince is always much more relaxed in front of Emperor Jianhong than the Fat Prince.

And only the father and son were present.

The Fourth Prince would always change the way he addressed people without noticing.

Call him daddy affectionately.

"hehe."

Emperor Jianhong nodded slightly, and then personally helped the Fourth Prince to arrange the white chess pieces.

There was a hint of relief in the smile on his face.

"Come, let me test your chess skills."

The name also changed unconsciously.

I have become "Father."

It is obvious that in this chess competition in the imperial study, there are only fathers and sons, but no monarch or ministers.

"Then I won't be polite." The fourth prince's eyes rolled slightly, and then he said with a bright smile on his face:

"Dad, how about giving me a move? Otherwise, I will definitely not be able to beat you."

As he spoke, there was even a hint of coquettishness in his words.

"Ugh~"

The prince was so angry watching from the side.

Still acting coquettishly?
How old are you?!

Are you disgusting?
He also wished he could speak to Emperor Jianhong like his fourth brother.

But unfortunately, my personality doesn't allow it...

"hehe."

Emperor Jianhong shook his head and laughed.

Although he shook his head, his hand actually took away a chess piece that he had just placed on the board.

"Get off."

"Thank you daddy!!"

Hearing this, the Fourth Prince's eyes lit up.

He reached out and started playing chess with Emperor Jianhong.

"Crack."

“Pada~”

The only sounds left in the imperial study were the father and son playing chess.

The prince took a look at the chess board and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

10% off level?

Lung fog!

however……

"Daddy is so awesome!!"

After the Fourth Prince lost the game, he was not depressed at all. Instead, he looked up at Emperor Jianhong with great excitement:
"I can actually walk fourteen hands with Daddy this time!"

"admire!"

……

"hehe."

The smile on Emperor Jianhong's face grew wider.

He gently stroked the Fourth Prince's head and said:

"Tell me, what do you want to win?"

"Ah?" The fourth prince blinked and said, "Forget it. I didn't win, so I can't break my promise."

Emperor Jianhong smiled heartily and said:

"It doesn't matter. When playing chess, what matters is not winning or losing, but the mood."

"You did a great job, tell me about it."

"What kind of prize do you want?"

After hearing what Emperor Jianhong said.

The fourth prince blushed slightly.

He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Actually, kid..."

At this point, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face:
"There is indeed something I want to ask Dad."

Emperor Jianhong had a look of as expected on his face, but he was not unhappy. Instead, he continued with a smile and said:

"Tell me."

"A few days ago, I saw a man on the street..."

The more the Fourth Prince spoke, the more he lowered his head.

Finally, his voice became like a fly:
"girl."

"I fell in love with her at first sight... I want to... I want to ask my father to grant us a marriage."

Ok?
As soon as these words came out.

The fat prince looked at the fourth prince with a strange expression.

I didn't say anything.

He stabbed himself twice in that Kukuku...

really.

After hearing the Fourth Prince's words, Emperor Jianhong frowned slightly.

A gloomy look appeared on his face.

The prince got married.

Especially the Fourth Prince and the Fat Prince, the legitimate sons of the Queen.

Each one is a very important matter!

It even affects the structure of the court.

Therefore, the prince’s marriage cannot be taken lightly!

In some dynasties, the rules were so strict that even concubines could not be chosen freely.

"I don't know. Which girl do you think it is?"

Emperor Jianhong raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the Fourth Prince.

His eyes became deep.

Now many ideas have even emerged in Emperor Jianhong's mind.

Was it the ministers in the court who instigated it?
Or does Wang Yuanhao want to form a clique with certain ministers in the court?

As long as Wang Yuanhao's next answer made Emperor Jianhong feel a little dissatisfied.

Then his status in Emperor Jianhong's heart would plummet.

The fat prince also looked at the fourth prince with interest.

Fourth brother, oh fourth brother.

You say you.

Why did I suddenly become confused? ?

The Fourth Prince seemed not to sense the profoundness in Emperor Jianhong's tone.

He still kept his head down.

Pursing his lips.

After a long while, he raised his head expectantly and said:
"Qin Mansion, Lord Qin's daughter, Qin Wanyue."

……

"Who?"

Emperor Jianhong has not responded yet.

The little fat prince was completely stunned.

He raised his head suddenly, and even asked in a stammering voice:

"Qin Wanyue?!"

moment.

His face turned grim.

He smelled a hint of conspiracy from the Fourth Prince's mouth.

"Qin Wanyue..."

When Emperor Jianhong heard the name, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he suddenly realized that this woman was not the daughter of a minister in the court.

She is not the daughter of an important official.

But... the daughter of the Qin family who is left with only an orphan and a widowed mother, and has no power at all!

"is her."

The fourth prince suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Emperor Jianhong.

"Your Majesty, the daughter of the Qin family, her father died in battle for our Great Saint Dynasty."

"Last time in the palace, I heard that he was bullied by some rotten fish and shrimps..."

At this point, the Fourth Prince showed resentment on his face: "How can the daughter of an important official who died for our Great Saint Dynasty allow others to insult her?"

"I am willing to take him into the palace and protect the Qin family."

"In this way, no one in the world will ever say that the royal family of our Holy Dynasty is ruthless!"

"Please, father, let me share your worries!"

"Oh!"

After saying this, the Fourth Prince fell to the ground.

The entire imperial study suddenly fell into silence.

Emperor Jianhong, who had a somewhat gloomy face, was stunned at this moment.

Then he smiled and shook his head.

He felt that he had just thought too deeply and had wrongly blamed the Fourth Prince.

I thought he was trying to form cliques.

Unexpectedly, it was to share his worries.

So he subconsciously felt a sense of guilt.