Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 405 Son-in-law or Imperial Son-in-Law (1)

Oh oh oh!
The northwest wind was still howling.

Luo Yuheng slumped limply on the table, her exhaustion barely concealing her languid air. Feeling the wind blowing in from outside, she blinked, then opened her mouth and exhaled a couple of breaths. She then pursed her lips, thinking, "They say when you're hungry, just drink the northwest wind, and you'll be full... what a lie." After a couple of sips of the northwest wind, she felt no fullness, only a chill running through her body, as if she were frozen solid.

His head was tilted to one side, and his long, dark hair fell naturally, like a black waterfall.

The ends of her hair were almost touching the ground.

People are getting a little bored.

Yan'er is not here, Tianyi is not here, and Tianxuan is not here either.

Although there were still two little maids, Qingyi and Caiyi, he still felt a little lonely.

Thinking about this, she felt somewhat dissatisfied. So many people went to Dongling to play, but she was left behind in Pingyang. Not only did she have to take care of the entire Pingyang Prefecture, but she also had to take care of two little maids. If it weren't for Yang Siyao and Gao Yang's help, she really wouldn't have been able to manage...

A bunch of heartless people.

I've been spoiling you all for nothing.

She grumbled to herself, feeling increasingly wronged the more she thought about it.

Their fair cheeks puffed up.

Can……

Looking at the dark night outside, I still miss you terribly.

There's no need to worry about Tianxuan and Tianyi; they're older and stronger, so they can protect themselves even if something happens. But Yan'er is a different story. She's only sixteen. Although she seems to know a little about everything, her own strength is still too weak. If something happens and Tianxuan and Tianyi aren't around, wouldn't that be very dangerous?
Luo Yuheng knew some of what Song Yan had done in Dongling City, and he felt a little angry.

What kind of place is Ghost Cave?
Are those two hundred-plus officials in the imperial court easy to mess with?
You just took all their heads off and piled them up like a mound of corpses, are you afraid that you don't have enough hatred on you?

Which of these officials doesn't have a few relatives and friends? Wouldn't it be dangerous if they were targeted?
Luo Yuheng didn't even notice that she had originally planned to mentally condemn Song Yan, but at some point, the condemnation turned into blame, then concern, and finally worry.

Just as Luo Yuheng was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared outside the house.

Luo Yuheng frowned slightly and looked up, only to see a chubby man dressed in dark blue robes and a pure yang turban, dressed as a Taoist. However, Luo Yuheng was, after all, from the palace, and could tell at a glance that the robes were made of the finest brocade. This robe alone would definitely cost several hundred taels of silver.

He wore a jade pendant with cranes and auspicious clouds at his waist and held an ivory and jade whisk in his hand.

With the heavens above one's head, one honors the Dao and values ​​virtue.

Wearing a Taoist robe with wide sleeves, he exudes freedom and ease.

Luo Yuheng lazily propped his chin up with the back of his hand, barely managing to lift his head.

The chubby man stepped across the threshold, and at that moment, a cold glint appeared, and a sharp sword pierced through from the left, its sharp edge pointing straight at the man's neck.

The man's expression remained unchanged; he merely raised an eyebrow slightly and gently lifted his whisk.

The pure white silk thread resembled a cloud of mist.

Delicate and frail, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

But just as the whisk struck the sword, a loud bang, like metal colliding, was heard.

With a slight sway, the sword drifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the man's body.

Her fair hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, her beautiful face frosty, even colder than Luo Tianyi's. She stepped forward with her left foot, her wrist turning slightly, the sword seemingly drawing the force of the whisk, drawing an arc that carried twice the power of the previous strike, slashing towards the back of the man's neck.

The man finally became serious, raised one hand, his fingers already bent, ready to flick the sword.

"Alright, Yu Shuang, sheathe your sword."

Swish.

The tip of the sword twitched.

The longsword flashed like a startled swan, its white light disappearing as it returned to the scabbard at Yu Shuang's waist.

After glancing at the man silently, Yu Shuang retreated behind the screen. With Luo Tianyi and Luo Tianxuan not in Pingyang, Luo Yuheng's safety was her responsibility. Although it had been more than ten years and she had not yet broken through to the Grandmaster level, Yu Shuang was still not afraid of anyone below the Grandmaster level.

Below the Grandmaster level, I am invincible.

That's the confidence I have.

Even if this man is quite capable, Yu Shuang is confident enough.

The man raised his chubby hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down opposite Luo Yuheng. He looked somewhat aggrieved: "Elder sister, it's been so many years. I don't need you to prepare a feast for me, but you didn't have to come up with a sword right away, did you? Luckily, I still have some martial arts skills, otherwise I'm afraid my head would be rolling tonight."

“I am your own brother. If you kill me, I’d like to see how you face Father in the afterlife.”

As a Taoist priest, he was indeed indiscriminate in his views on both meat and vegetables, and dared to say anything.

"You've gotten even fatter in the years I haven't seen you." Luo Yuheng rolled her eyes at the man in front of her, annoyed. "Why aren't you traveling around, cultivating your immortality, and seeking your Dao? What are you doing here?"

Cultivating immortality and seeking enlightenment, traveling and enjoying nature.

The man's identity became clear: he was the second of Emperor Yuanjing's three sons, the Prince of Fu.

That's the one who was related to the Kong family by marriage, Gao Yang's father.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen my elder sister, so I missed her and came to visit." Prince Fu didn't seem to care about the disgust in Luo Yuheng's eyes at all, and said with a smile, "Gaoyang has also benefited from your care these days."

When Gao Yang was mentioned, Luo Yuheng's expression softened slightly.

Although she didn't particularly like her glib-tongued younger brother, she always had a good relationship with her niece, Gao Yang.

"Come on, I know you too well. You don't come here unless you have a reason. It would be strange if you had the time to come see me. So, what is it this time?" Luo Yuheng snorted: "Don't tell me you just came to see me. If that's the case, then you've seen enough and you can leave."

Prince Fu's face stiffened.

The words were blocked.

This eldest sister, after all these years, her temper really hasn't changed at all.

His expression gradually turned serious. Prince Fu slowly picked up the teapot from the table, turned over a teacup, filled it, took a sip to moisten his burning throat, and then spoke: "Elder sister, you should know what your good son-in-law has done, right?"

"You mean those two mounds of Jing outside Dongling City?"

Those two mounds of skulls were made from the heads of two thousand people from the Ghost Cave, plus more than two hundred officials and their relatives.

“That kid is known as the Jingguan Maniac, and he truly lives up to the name. He’s probably the first person in history to dare to build a Jingguan right outside the Imperial City.” Prince Fu smiled. “However, my plans have been completely disrupted.”

Luo Yuheng remained silent.

Are there any plans?
That wasn't just Prince Fu's plan.

It was also part of Prince Jin's plan, the one she, as the eldest princess, had devised.

It was Emperor Ninghe's plan, and the entire royal family's plan.

That happened many, many years ago, so long ago that Luo Yuheng's memory of it is somewhat hazy.

It was a somewhat cruel, somewhat insane, and even flawed plan, but at that time, it was the only hope that the four siblings could see.

The plan is quite simple.

After Emperor Ninghe ascended the throne, he would try to expel his two brothers and one sister from the capital.

She was repeatedly demoted and sent to the distant Ningping in order to preserve the royal bloodline and allow Tian Shu, Tian Quan, and Tian Yang to grow up well. Her plan was probably the best completed. Tian Shu and Tian Quan have grown into adults with talent and virtue; although Tian Yang is a bit slow-witted, he is also very skilled in martial arts.

Even Tianxuan's tuberculosis was cured, and she got married and had a good husband.

The King of Jin was sent to the border between Ning and Zhao to seize military power, train troops, cultivate loyal followers, and hone his military leadership skills through numerous skirmishes with Zhao. The reason he wasn't chosen for the northern deserts, Liaodong, or the border of Chu was likely because the Xiongnu, Jurchens, and Chu were all quite fierce; if war broke out, the King of Jin might not have had a chance to develop his abilities and would likely die on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, although the King of Jin was well-versed in military strategy, he was only well-versed in it; he truly lacked experience in leading troops into battle. Therefore, the Zhao state, which lacked sufficient martial spirit, became the best whetstone for him.

Currently, the situation on Prince Jin's side is not very good.

Luo Yuheng knew that in the first three years, the Prince of Jin's military orders could not leave the camps, and no one obeyed his orders. He was like a mascot placed in the position of general.

In other words, it was only after the original border general accidentally fell into the water and died that he gradually gained influence. It can be said that the Prince of Jin's situation was not much better than that of Emperor Ninghe. His current status and influence were all earned through hard work and perseverance.

As for Prince Fu, he completely faded from the sight of civil and military officials, continuing to pursue immortality and seek enlightenment, disregarding his image in the court.

Seek opportunities to secretly support talented individuals to enter the court and develop their influence in private.

Once Ningguo fell into chaos, Emperor Ninghe died.

The country was in turmoil, and the imperial power changed hands.

Luo Yuheng was able to recruit soldiers in the name of Emperor Ninghe's eldest son; Prince Jin was also able to raise troops from the border and march towards the capital; and the officials that Prince Fu had placed in the court became the best eyes and ears, able to keep track of every move in the court at any time.

He might die, or he might have a chance to reclaim the Luo family's empire.

These were all pampered princes and princesses who, before even thinking of living, contemplated death. One can imagine how dire the situation must have been.

Before his death, Emperor Ninghe would eliminate all the young princes in the palace, ensuring that no puppet from the Yang family would ascend the throne unless the Yang family immediately changed the dynasty. If they still wanted to support a member of the royal family, then Prince Jin, who could lead troops, would be directly excluded, and Prince Fu, who spent his days cultivating immortality, would be the only choice. The pawns planted in the court would also quickly become Prince Fu's allies, preventing him from suffering the same predicament as when Emperor Ninghe first ascended the throne.

To put it bluntly, when the plan was made, the four siblings never thought it would succeed.

The only unexpected thing was that Emperor Ning and Emperor Tai were able to live so long.

A twenty-year emperor.

This gave them some more time.

call.

Luo Yuheng let out a long breath, a slight smile playing on his lips, tinged with melancholy and irony: "Over the years, how many people have you promoted?"

"There are about ninety officials, both high and low-ranking, from the capital and local areas," Prince Fu replied after a moment's thought.

More than ninety, that sounds like a lot.

However, there are tens of thousands of officials, both high and low, in Ningguo. Ninety-odd is a very small number, and their impact on the situation in Ningguo can be said to be extremely weak.

Luo Yuheng's face grew even more sarcastic: "More than ninety, twenty-seven of whom are officials from the capital... That's what I know. I also know that thirteen of them have already been beheaded."

"Because it's related to the Ghost Cave case."

“They are no different from the Yang family and the people from Bailu Academy; they are all leeches that suck the blood and marrow from the common people.”

"They even dared to take the money from the Ghost Cave."

Prince Fu was somewhat taken aback, but still insisted: "I know these people are of questionable character, but... they are talented and capable. In our current situation, what right do we have to be picky? Only the talented can help us fight against the Yang family and against Bailu Academy, and help us regain the power of the royal family."

"There will be some sacrifices in this process, but it will be completely worth it."

"The people may suffer a little, but it will pass eventually."

"Heh..." Luo Yuheng's tone was somewhat sarcastic: "Want to make the people suffer? Don't you know that the people of Ningguo have already suffered far too much? They have already reached their limit of suffering. Have you thought about what will happen if they continue to suffer?"

"When ordinary people can't survive, they will also rebel."

"At that time, there will be countless peasant uprisings. Even if we regain the power of the royal family, countless common people can easily overthrow us."

"You think that Song Yan killing the mole you painstakingly planted is ruining your plan, but in my opinion, Song Yan is helping you clean out the parasites in the molehills and extending the life of Ningguo." Luo Yuheng lowered his head, his voice soft and as languid and gentle as ever.

Every word he uttered made Prince Fu's expression grow more serious.

Brothers and sisters who once risked their lives for the same goal inevitably developed disagreements.

Prince Fu's face was ashen: "Once we regain the throne, everything will change."

"No, nothing will change. Even if you ascend the throne, can you kill all the ministers who helped you rise to power? You won't, even if these people have countless blood debts on their hands. For the common people, it's just getting rid of one batch of parasites and replacing them with another. They might even have to feed the parasites again, making their lives even more unbearable." Luo Yuheng ruthlessly tore away the fig leaf of the Prince of Fu.

Prince Fu pursed his lips, not intending to dwell on this issue with Luo Yuheng any longer. He took a deep breath and extended his hand.

"what?"

"Military tally." Seeing that Luo Yuheng still didn't understand, Prince Fu gritted his teeth and said, "The military tally of the Liaodong border army and the Pingyang Prefecture army. This army has fought against the Jurchens and even destroyed several Jurchen tribes and even the royal court. It is definitely the most elite force in Ningguo at present."

"This force cannot be controlled by someone outside the family."

Luo Yuheng stared silently into Prince Fu's dark eyes, which seemed to have great penetrating power, as if they could see through all of Prince Fu's disguises.

Tearing off the masks one by one.

They tore off their outer garments one by one.

Through the skin and fat.

I saw the bloody heart inside.

It's gotten a bit dark.

Such a look made Prince Fu feel inexplicably uneasy, yet he still stubbornly stretched out his hand.

"I don't have the military tally," Luo Yuheng said with a smile.

Prince Fu trembled slightly: "That's impossible. What army doesn't have a military tally? Without a military tally, how can soldiers be mobilized?"

"It's all about looks!"

"Relying on your looks?"

"Yes." Luo Yuheng stretched his arm again: "You don't know, do you? These troops were all trained by Song Yan. He often trained and ate with these soldiers, and participated in every battle."

"The soldiers in Pingyang do not recognize the military tally at all."

"I only recognize Song Yan's face."

“They will carry out any order given by Song Yan without fail. If Song Yan does not reappear, even if a superior comes, they cannot be commanded unless Song Yan’s confidant brings a handwritten letter from Song Yan. Otherwise, even an imperial edict is useless.”

At this moment, Prince Fu's face had become extremely gloomy: "Is this the army of Ning Kingdom or the army of Song Yan?"

"The soldiers were recruited by Song Yan himself, and the imperial court didn't allocate a single grain of rice or rations." Luo Yuheng blinked speechlessly. "The food was raised by Song Yan, and the military pay was also obtained by Song Yan. The soldiers only recognize Song Yan. If this isn't Song Yan's army, is it yours?"

Prince Fu was furious.

A pair of eyes, slightly sinister, stared at Luo Yuheng and said in a deep voice, "Elder sister, don't forget, Song Yan is just an outsider."

"The emperor of Ningguo can only have the surname Luo."

Luo Yuheng's lips curled up: "It's not that you can only have the surname Luo, but... it can only be Emperor Ningfu, right?"

The situation in Pingyang has only just begun to improve.

The army has only just been trained.

Luo Yuheng knew that some people would be unable to resist and try to pluck the fruits of his labor.

The first to appear was Sun Hao of Bailu Academy. He died, and Bailu Academy was also greatly affected.

She guessed that the second person to jump out would be a member of the Yang family.

I never expected that the second person to lose control would be my own younger brother.

Could it be that he really wants to become Emperor Ningfu?
Prince Fu's pupils trembled slightly as he looked at Luo Yuheng, his eyelids drooping to conceal his eyes: "Elder sister."

"You should know that we are siblings."

"Song Yan is just your son-in-law..."

Oh, no, he's just my niece's husband!

Prince Fu pursed his lips: "Don't you think that your attention and concern for him are a bit excessive?"

"Those who know him will recognize him as your son-in-law; those who don't might mistake him for your son-in-law!"

(End of this chapter)