Chapter 279 Each With Their Own Plans

rise. He ignored Li Yinhu's unsightly expression and said through gritted teeth: "Your Highness speaks of misunderstanding, this lowly official is truly dim-witted and cannot see it.""Xu Changqing."Li...Chapter 279: Each With Their Own Plan

"On the contrary, if you were truly enfeoffed, then you would be a true vassal king."

"It's far harder for a prince to want to be emperor than it is for a powerless county king to have the same ambition."

"Now, the several great vassal kings of Qin are all your and the prince's uncles. They have been elites for a long time and their ambitions are soaring. They have control over wealth, military power, and political power, the three powers in hand, what they lack is a righteous cause."

“But this righteousness is now in the crown prince's hands. But if the crown prince falls in the future, then it will be on you. If you go to a distant fiefdom and give up righteousness, what will you use to compete with those powerful and ambitious uncles”

Zhao Qinglan's words struck a chord with Li Yuntai, who suddenly looked enlightened. He bowed deeply and said, "Mother's words are indeed wise. They have awakened me like a splash of cold water. From now on, I will obey my mother's orders without question."

Zhao Qinglan gave Li Yinhu a deep look and slowly said, "It's good that you have such filial piety. Do you know what to do next"

Li Yinhu pondered for a moment and said, "Mother, please enlighten me."

Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly, but still patiently said: "Go to your father's bed and show gratitude. Whether he can hear it or not, this is what you must do, for the people to see. Don't go to the East Palace anymore, then keep a low profile as a king, and wait until the prince's mansion is built before moving in. Close the door to guests and avoid any unnecessary trouble. At this time, everyone's eyes are on you. The more low-key you are, the better."

"My son understands." Li Yinhu said.

"Okay."

Zhao Qinglan languidly said, "This palace is also tired, you may retire."

"Your servant, takes his leave."

Li Yinhu respectfully walked out of Fengxi Palace.

Turning around, she saw a palace maid walking towards Zhao Qinglan.

"I have seen Lord Zhao."

The maidservant, with a sweet voice, bowed and said.

With a smiling nod, Li Yinhu warmly said: "Take good care of your mother. This king saw that she seemed tired and fatigued today, so I ordered the Imperial Kitchen to prepare some delicate dishes to nourish her. The other day, this king obtained some excellent cordyceps mushrooms. I will have someone send them over later. You personally stew them for your mother."

The maidservant smiled and said, "Your Highness Zhao is truly filial. This servant understands, thank Your Highness."

“My mother has been deeply concerned about my affairs. Though I am useless, I still have filial piety.”

After saying that, Li Yinhǔ turned and left.

Along this journey, no matter who you meet, greet them with a smile in response.

As word spread of Zhao Wang's gentle and righteous nature, as well as his filial piety, the palace became a more harmonious place.

And Li Yinhu returned all the way to his own palace, immediately locking himself in his study.

In the study, there hung a birdcage, inside which a brightly colored parrot was flapping its wings.

The prince is back, the prince is back.

The parrot's mimicking of human speech was clearly the result of careful training.

Li Yin stood expressionlessly before the parrot, and at this moment, he could finally expose his true inner self.

"He plucked the flailing parrot from its cage, Li Yinhou muttering, “You’re so noisy… They’re laughing at me, you feathered beast. You're laughing at me too”

"What stays in the capital is actually an opportunity, and what doesn't get a fiefdom might be a good thing. To put it plainly, they are just wary of me, guarding against me, afraid that my power is too great to control"

"One by one, you all say good things. But tell me, are any of you truly cleaner than the Crown Prince!"

Li Yinhu, his expression growing increasingly ferocious, clenched his palm. The struggling parrot was crushed into a bloody pulp...ay they're just lucky and have no real talent.This sentence itself is wrong.Isn't good luck a kind of skillGetting rich is a fact, and no excuse or reason can cover it up.Just as Zhao Xuanji is alive,...