Chapter 71: What Is Establishing The Imperial Grandson? I’m So Screwed! Seeking Monthly Tickets
“Yunteng dares to collude with outside officials? And Zhang Biao, that rebellious villain?! What does he want to do?!”
As Consort Lü’s thoughts raced, Zhu Yunwen couldn’t help but let out a low growl.
Although he had never taken Zhu Yunteng seriously, nor considered him a threat, Zhu Yunwen found it unbearable that Zhu Yunteng was associating with Zhang Biao, the one who had ruined his enfeoffment ceremony.
Upon hearing her son’s growl, Consort Lü slightly furrowed her brow:
“What are you doing, my son? How can you be so impatient? How will you accomplish great things in the future!?”
“But Imperial Mother, Yunteng he…”
“What about him?”
Consort Lü coldly interrupted Zhu Yunwen, then said sternly:
“As the saying goes, the tree may wish for calm, but the wind will not cease. Some people, though dwelling in the dust, may not have peaceful hearts.”
“But if he colludes with outside officials, isn’t he afraid of Imperial Grandfather’s punishment?” Zhu Yunwen asked, with a trace of confusion and anger.
Consort Lü replied calmly and indifferently:
“An Imperial Grandson who has lost his birth mother’s protection and is forgotten in a corner, two Princesses confined in the deep palace with no support – what can they do? They are merely grasping at a seemingly strong piece of driftwood, attempting to catch their breath in this deep palace.”
As she spoke, she slowly bent down, picked up the round fan that had fallen to the ground, and gazed at it as if it were a perfect tool:
“Zhang Biao’s blade is too sharp, and too dangerous. When the Emperor wakes, he will surely want to eliminate him. But his actions today have placed him on a burning pyre, and made him the last hope in some people’s eyes.”
Zhu Yunwen seemed to understand something, his eyes lit up, but were immediately covered by a sinister look: “Imperial Mother means, use Yunteng and the others…”
“Not use.”
Consort Lü’s voice, though gentle, carried a chilling ruthlessness that controlled the situation:
“It is to fulfill. To fulfill the pathetic hopes of Yunteng and his sister, to fulfill Zhang Biao’s laughable compassion.”
She gently put down the round fan, the jade handle tapping the table with a crisp sound:
“First, ensure this news reaches the Emperor’s ears the moment he awakens. We don’t need to act ourselves; just let it be accidentally discovered by loyal imperial eunuchs, and let it reach the Heavenly Ear.”
“In the Emperor’s rage, how will he view Yunteng and his sister? As innocently naive and being manipulated? Or as harboring ill intentions and secretly communicating?”
She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes:
“Especially for Yunteng, an Imperial Grandson with the blood of the Chang Clan flowing through him, how much will the Emperor’s suspicion magnify? Will he act against the Chang Clan?”
“For example, that arrogant Duke of Liang, Lan Yu…”
Zhu Yunwen shivered, yet couldn’t help but feel excited. His Imperial Mother was using his Imperial Grandfather’s hand to completely cripple Zhu Yunteng’s greatest support.
“Second, wait for the situation to develop and fan the flames.”
Consort Lü regained her graceful and calm demeanor, picking up the round fan and fanning herself gently:
“When the Emperor awakens, the thunder will first strike Zhang Biao. When Zhang Biao and his followers are brought to justice…”
As she spoke, a cold expectation flickered in her eyes: “…it will be the perfect time for Yunteng and his sister to fall ill from grief, missing their deceased mother too much, and unfortunately pass away from illness.”
“By then, who will care about two pitiful souls who were involved with a rebel and happened to die of illness? All clues will be completely severed with Zhang Biao’s downfall, leaving nothing behind.”
She looked at Zhu Yunwen and said, word for word:
“Wen’er, remember.”
“The true killing blow is not about how fast you swing your sword, but how you make your opponent walk to the blade themselves, and make everyone believe it was their own fault.”
“The hopes of Yunteng and his sister are the sharpest blades piercing their own hearts. Zhang Biao’s ‘radiance’ is the karmic fire that will burn away their last path to survival!”
Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tremor in his heart and the excitement that arose from the impending elimination of a hidden danger.
He looked at the heavy night outside the window, as if he could already see Zhu Yunteng and his sister withering in despair, and Zhang Biao turning to ashes in his ‘radiance’.
And he, would tread upon the corpses of these self-inflicted victims, towards that supreme position.
On the other side.
In the Official Residence near the Gate of Heavenly Acceptance, the lights were bright.
Zhang Biao and that group of low-ranking Capital Officials were clinking cups, a platter of glistening, trembling, fragrant pig’s head meat placed in the center, eating with great gusto, as if this were truly their last meal.
“Censor Zhang?”
Sun Gui licked his greasy fingers and carefully moved the cooled chamber pot lamp from his embrace further out, afraid of getting oil on it:
“After we finish this meal, are we really going to the Ministry of Revenue to demand salary tomorrow? Should we go home and change into clean clothes?”
He felt his official robe had a bit of a smell, fearing he would be disliked by his colleagues at the Ministry of Revenue if he went in as he was.
“Change nothing!”
Zhang Biao finished the last piece of crispy bone, tossed the bone onto the table, and let out a loud burp:
“We’re this poor, why care about so much?! Do you understand contrast? The poorer we are, the more it shows they are not human! Understand?”
“Understood, understood.”
The low-ranking Capital Officials nodded like pecking chickens.
Li Mo attempted to quote classics to ease the atmosphere: “Mencius said, ‘He who sacrifices his life to seek righteousness, we today…'”
Before he could finish, he was choked by the cheap wine, coughing continuously, all that tragic atmosphere completely coughed away.
Zhang Biao couldn’t be bothered with these cowards, feeling a bit of pressure in his bladder. He then swayed to his feet, patted his belly, and said:
“You guys continue. I’m going to relieve myself, and when I get back, we’ll discuss how to die for a cause creatively, and definitely succeed in dying.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he shuffled in his worn-out shoes, swaying with each step, to the smelly outhouse behind the alley. Too lazy to go in, he found a relatively decent corner of the wall and prepared to unleash his flow.
Just as he pulled out his “tools,” a figure also swayed out of the shadows nearby, performing the same action, in the same spot, beginning the same physiological activity.
The two stood side-by-side, and the atmosphere became momentarily silent, save for the sound of flowing water.
Zhang Biao glanced sideways and chuckled: “Yo, Brother Shen? You’re here to fertilize this wall too? How about a competition? See who can water down this wall first?”
“Brother Biao, there’s something I wanted to tell you, I kept forgetting to mention it before…”
Shen Lang’s eyes were unfocused, clearly preoccupied. Startled by Zhang Biao, he almost urinated on his shoes.
“What is it? Could it be that Jiang Huan’s men are watching us nearby?”
Zhang Biao said nonchalantly, continuing to relieve himself: “Let them come out and compete, see who’s bigger?”
“It’s not that, Brother Biao…”
Shen Lang looked left and right, making sure no one was around, then lowered his voice and continued:
“What I wanted to tell you is, two major things happened today during our salary demand. One is that the Emperor has issued a decree, ordering the Princes to leave the capital within three days.
They are not to leave their fiefdoms without an imperial edict, not to privately visit each other without an imperial edict, and not to enter the capital without an imperial edict.
Moreover, he sternly warned them to observe mourning and to return home and behave themselves…”
Zhang Biao’s hand, which was relieving itself, trembled slightly: “What, Old Zhu is this urgent? It couldn’t be because of me, could it?”
He vaguely felt something was amiss.
He then heard Shen Lang’s voice tremble again:
“This, this isn’t the worst part… The most critical thing is that we messed up the major event of the Emperor establishing the Imperial Grandson!”
“What’s the big deal? As long as it’s not establishing that waste Zhu Yunwen, I’ll… Huh?!”
Zhang Biao replied casually, but halfway through, he suddenly realized.
His brain felt like it had been struck by lightning.
All the alcohol instantly turned into cold sweat pouring out of his pores.
“What did you say!?”
“Brother Biao… You… You’re peeing on my foot…”
Zhang Biao ignored him, feeling completely useless.
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