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Chapter 224 Yang Yong: Your Majesty, please call me Crown Prince! Yang Jian: Please call the Heavenly Master! (Seeking monthly votes)
"what--"

"This is too much!"

The news reached the East Palace.

Yang Yong, with half of his face covered by a mask, was shaking with anger. He clenched his fists and slammed them heavily on the table.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Three heavy punches smashed the table, leaving cups and plates in a mess, and fruits and wine spilled everywhere. Then Yang Yong turned into a master of table cleaning, pushing everything off the table and glaring at the dancers, zither players, actors and others in front of him:
"Get out! Get out of here!"

One moment he was having fun and shouting "Kiss me", and the next second he was abandoned and shouted "Get out". He changed his face at will. It was just like that.

Soon, only Yang Yong and his favorite Yun Zhaoxun were left in the hall.

"Your Highness, perhaps His Majesty simply wants Your Highness to stay in the Eastern Palace to recuperate..." Yun Zhaoxun was extremely afraid of the prince's increasingly irritable temper, but he did not dare to escape, so he had to speak to comfort him.

But the next moment, Yun Zhaoxun was thrown to the ground by the prince.

"Simple? Recovering from injuries?"

"what!"

Yang Yong pulled off his belt and slapped Yun Zhaoxun hard, "You know shit!"

"He just looks down on me! He thinks I'm not as good as Yang Guang! He forgot who led the imperial guards to help him guard the palace. He forgot how he patted my shoulder and said that this was the vast empire he had built for me!"

"Forgot! Forgot everything!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Yang Yong was like a madman, the belt in his hand fell like raindrops, easily leaving bloody marks on Yun Zhaoxun's body. The blood reflected in his eyes, and his gaze became more and more crazy:
"It's all you! It's all because of you! If you hadn't poisoned Yuan Shi, how could my mother dislike me! And how could she side with Yang Guang!"

Dugu Jialuo hated Yuwen Yong's favoritism towards other women, even to the point of ordering her daughter to commit suicide. What she hated most was someone favoring a concubine over his wife. She would even reprimand a concubine if she gave birth to a child. Even though she could tolerate Yang Yong's concubines and beautiful maids enjoying themselves because Yang Yong was her own son, she could never tolerate him favoring his concubine over his wife and killing Yuanshi.

There were only two people in the royal family who could make decisions, the emperor and the empress. Now Yang Yong had offended them all. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that his situation was hopeless, so his behavior became more and more rebellious.

Just looking at Yun Zhaoxun covered in blood on the ground, Yang Yong's heart was filled with regret. He dropped the belt in his hand, avoided Yun Zhaoxun, picked up the wine jug from the ground, and fell down with his head tilted back.

A large amount of wine flowed over the mask, down the neck and into the collar.

Yang Yong suddenly laughed strangely twice:

"Ha, ha! You even bully me with a sip of wine!"

He threw the wine jug heavily to the ground, and without tidying up his clothes or appearance, he just ran towards Daxing Palace.

……

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Inside the Daxing Palace, Yang Jian was discussing the issue of sending troops with many ministers when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. Just as he was feeling annoyed, he saw Crown Prince Yang Yong rushing in, disheveled and reeking of alcohol.

Yang Jian's face suddenly fell.

"Prince! Why are you coming to Daxing Palace instead of staying in the Eastern Palace?"

"Me? Grounded? Haha! This is such a joke! Such a joke!"

Yang Yong pushed Gao Jiong away, who came forward to persuade him, and glared at Yang Jian, saying, "It was clearly that evil Taoist who smashed my mouth and knocked out my teeth, so why am I the one who got punished in the end?"

"Shut up!" Yang Jian's eyes darkened when he heard him bring up Zhang Kuang, and he cursed in his heart: "Idiot! If you hadn't explained to Zhang Kuang back then, it wouldn't just be your mouth that would have been smashed! Your stupid pig-like head would have been smashed too!"

Yang Jian slammed his fists against the imperial desk, feeling anger boiling at the back of his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "The prince is drunk. Send him to the back hall to rest."

"I won't go!" Yang Yong was about to go crazy when he saw Yang Jian's hand already touching his belt. The words that came out of his mouth immediately became: "Get out of here, eunuch! I, the prince, will go by myself!"

The eunuch who was kicked away by him immediately turned over and knelt on the ground, carefully retreating to the corner, staring at Yang Yong's back with a hidden and resentful look until he could no longer see him.

After a while, Yang Jian hastily ended the meeting with his ministers and came to the back hall in a rage. Seeing Yang Yong sitting there as if nothing had happened, he went up and kicked him to the ground.

"Asshole! Get down on your knees!"

Yang Yong knelt down as he was told.

Then there was a pain in the back——

Yang Jian grabbed the belt and yanked it down hard, "You evil creature! What on earth are you trying to do?"

One whip, two whips...

Yang Jian whipped Yang Yong in frustration, but unexpectedly Yang Yong was also accumulating anger. He suddenly turned around and hit the mask in the face with a whip.

With a clang, the mask fell heavily to the ground, revealing half of the face with a hideous wound underneath.

Before the old wounds have healed, new wounds have arisen.

Yang Yong's anger was ignited once again, and he glared at Yang Jian: "Zhang Kuang injured my face, so I was grounded for three months. Now that Your Majesty has also injured my face, how long will I be grounded for?"

"Hit the ground!" Yang Jian's hands were shaking, and the sound was heavy, like a stone hitting the ground.

"You stole the throne from your grandson, and I led the imperial guards to guard the palace for you..."

"Shut up!"

"You want to make the Prince of Jin the Crown Prince, and have him lead the troops to war and gain merit..."

"Shut up!"

"You sent Gao Jiong with the army because you wanted him to build a good relationship with the King of Jin, thus eliminating my only right-hand man!"

"I told you to shut up!" Yang Jian became anxious and raised his belt again.

Yang Yong didn't stop, and continued: "That's why you disregarded the royal family's dignity and would rather lose face than imprison me!"

"Fight!" Yang Jian's voice was loud and clear, but he felt more guilty than before.

Just in time!
Yang Yong roared, "Your Majesty, please call me Crown Prince!"

Yang Jian was so distracted by the yelling that he stared blankly at Yang Yong, and the belt in his hand fell to the ground.

For a moment, the father and son in the hall looked at each other in silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing and rising anger. It was like a powder keg accumulating potential energy, which would explode with just a spark.

"It's not that I want to make the King of Jin, but I'm not up to the task! How can you compare to Amo?"

"I issued an edict forbidding extravagance, yet you dared to indulge in fine clothes and delicacies, and even clothe your soldiers in brocade robes. Your mother hates people who favor concubines over wives, yet you dared to allow your concubine to poison the Crown Princess. If I hadn't covered for you, your mother would have chopped those bastards in your Eastern Palace to pieces, leaving them with rivers of blood!"

"Amo is frugal and doesn't like women. Even if he has money, he gives it to the palace treasury!"

My son dares to yell at me...

Yang Jian's mind was reverberating with Yang Yong's words. Seeing that Yang Yong didn't refute him, he grew increasingly angry. "Look at you, your face is covered in blood, you reek of alcohol, your clothes are disheveled, and you act recklessly. Look in the mirror, how can you possibly look like an emperor?"

"I don't have an imperial bearing?"

Yang Yongsheng laughed angrily, staggered to his feet and said, "What kind of aura does the emperor have?"

"Don't forget, we rebelled together as a family! Even if you made the Kaihuang era the most prosperous era in the world, history books wouldn't record you as the founder!"

"You usurp the throne for one day, and you will be a traitor for the rest of your life!"

"This seat...you sit at the end, don't give it to me!"

Yang Yong left the hall angrily.

Yang Jian was so angry that he was shaking, "Damn it, don't push me!"

Yang Yong suddenly turned around, his eyes as ferocious as a beast's: "I force you? Fine! I force you! I'm fed up! I won't pretend anymore!"

"Your Majesty, the Southern Expedition is a war, not a child's play. War is dangerous. Please take good care of Amo. Otherwise, if he dies, you will only have me as your son!"

Yang Yong turned around coldly and left Daxing Palace without looking back.

Yang Jian felt cold all over as if he had fallen into a cold cave. He wanted to take a step, but accidentally fell to the ground. He was shocked to find that his forehead was covered in sweat, and even his back was wet.

Wei Lianxiang hurried forward to support him, but was pushed away by Yang Jian. Just as she was stunned, she saw Yang Jian close his eyes and say:
"Go... invite the Heavenly Master to the palace to preach the scriptures and exorcise evil spirits for me!"

Exorcism... The prince just left and now he wants to exorcise the evil spirit?

Wei Lianxiang didn't even dare to breathe at this moment, and turned around to leave.

But I heard Yang Jian's voice behind me:

"You don't have to go back to the palace anymore. Go to Jinyang Palace and stay there. This matter must be kept to yourself, otherwise..."

Wei Lianxiang's face turned pale instantly. She looked back sadly, but all she heard was a scolding:
"Go quickly!"

Wei Lianxiang trembled and quickly fled from Daxing Palace.

(End of this chapter)