After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

"Father, you are still young and can continue to expand the royal family. At worst, you can wait until you are old before considering what to do in your later years.

Don’t think about it too much now.”

Prince An was not worried at all that his father would have no successor.

Song Chengzhang: “….”

"You guys! Your father is already old, why are you blooming branches and spreading leaves?

Let's put it this way, Jinming and Yucheng, starting tomorrow, the two of you will come to the palace to help your father deal with memorials, and also tell your father about the political affairs of the past few years.

As for the inscription. "

Song Chengzhang looked at King Jing Song Zhiming, "Are you sure you want to go back to your fiefdom?"

King Jing nodded and said, "Yes, father, my son's wish is to live a peaceful and stable life.

Now that things have come to an end, I want to go back and have a rest."

Song Chengzhang patted King Jing on the shoulder and said, "Well, since you have made a plan, you can go back with your wife and children in the next few days.

But before you leave Beijing, let's get together as a family and have a good meal, a reunion dinner that has been delayed for nearly 20 years."

King Jing's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily, "Okay!"

The father and son talked for a while and then dispersed.

After leaving the palace, Prince Kang went straight back to Prince Kang's Mansion.

Before he even entered the Qingzhu Courtyard, he heard his daughter's anxious, baby voice.

[Woohoo! The fake one ran away! Ran away!

I had never had a predictive dream before, and I thought things would go smoothly. Unexpectedly, at the last minute, I had such a predictive dream!

How could the dragon throne be an underground tunnel?

The damn impostor actually escaped!

Unfortunately, in my precognitive dream, I only saw him leaving the Dragon Throne Tunnel, and there was no follow-up.

What should we do next? We don’t know where the fakes have gone.

If you don't remove the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze.

Upon hearing this, King Kang hurried into the house.

When Song Jiujiu heard the noise at the door, she came over happily.

Seeing that it was her father who came back, Song Jiujiu pouted and grabbed her father's clothes and climbed up.

King Kang held his daughter in his arms.

"Jiu'er, why is your face so wrinkled? Didn't you get enough sleep? Or are you hungry?"

Prince Kang asked softly while giving his wife a look.

"Dad, is Grandpa okay?"

Song Jiujiu tried hard to organize her words and ask about the counterfeit, but unfortunately there was not much she could say.

I could only utter these few words.

If King Kang could not hear her inner thoughts, he might not have known what the little fat girl meant from just a few words.

"Your grandfather is fine, and he has taken back everything that belongs to him.

But the fake one got away."

Ye Peizhu felt a little uneasy after hearing what she heard, so she took the opportunity to express her daughter's thoughts.

"Your Majesty, is there some kind of tunnel in the Imperial Study that could allow him to run so fast?

Otherwise, my father and his soldiers would have surrounded the palace like an iron barrel, so how could he have let him escape? "

[My mother guessed correctly, there is indeed a tunnel, but I don’t know where the tunnel leads to. ]

Song Jiujiu felt upset when she thought about this and sighed.

Prince Kang nodded, "There is indeed a tunnel, there is a tunnel under the dragon throne in the imperial study.

I don't know where the impostor got the smoke bomb from. When everyone was confused by the smoke and left the imperial study, he left through the tunnel under the dragon throne.

We had the guards kick and chop at the throne, and we also carefully searched for the mechanism on the throne, but we couldn't find it or chop it open. "

Ye Peizhu frowned when she heard this, "If that's the case, what should we do next?

If the fake didn't have any trusted men to give orders to, he might not live long.

But since he was able to build a secret passage in the imperial study in advance, he naturally had a backup plan.

I just don't know what his back-up plan is.

I didn't expect that despite all our precautions, we still couldn't prevent the counterfeit from having found the secret passage!"

“Yes, this was indeed beyond everyone’s expectations.

Now only Miss Gu's poisonous insect can control the life of the counterfeit.

My father told me that I could ask Miss Gu to end the life of that impostor when I come back.

As long as he dies, even if he has trusted subordinates, the wolves will be leaderless and won't be able to cause any trouble.

By the way, in a few days, King Jing will be returning to his fiefdom with his wife and children. Before they leave, my father asked us to have a reunion dinner together as a family.

Also, starting tomorrow, Prince An and I will go to the palace to help our father handle government affairs."

Speaking of this, Prince Kang's face wrinkled, and it was exactly the same as the wrinkled face of the little fat Jiuer.

Ye Peizhu nodded, "Then let Sheng'er come over and talk to her about this later.

Your Majesty, your face is as wrinkled as Jiuer's, don't you want to go to the palace to handle government affairs?"

Ye Peizhu asked the question even though she knew the answer.

King Kang sighed, "Of course not, Madam, you know that I don't have any great ambitions, and I don't want to fight for power.

In the past, it was because of the manipulation by the imposters that we had to face so many calculations.

Now that my father is back, he can continue to be the emperor.

But today, my father said that he is old and he only has three sons, so he doesn’t know to whom he should pass the throne.

Prince An and Prince Jing were both unwilling to be emperor, and I also refused, but I don’t know what my father was thinking.

Now that I think about it, it would have been great if I had discovered my father’s existence earlier.

If the other brothers hadn't died so early, Father would have had an heir."

Song Jiujiu listened to what her father said, puffed out her chubby cheeks, and muttered to herself.

[Even at this point, Daddy still doesn't want to be the emperor.

Grandpa doesn't have many other options. Uncle Jing wants to go back to his fiefdom, and Uncle An... is lazy and sometimes doesn't seem very reliable.

I guess grandpa was worried about handing over the country to Uncle Prince An.

The only one left is Daddy. Although Daddy is honest and simple, he can be cunning from time to time.

If grandpa had trained dad, he could have learned something about being a monarch or something.

Maybe daddy is the most suitable candidate to be emperor!

Oh my goodness, if things really developed like this, then the fate of our entire family would have undergone a drastic change compared to our previous life!

God is my living father! He has been blessing us all the way! 】

Song Jiujiu felt quite happy as she thought about it, and she grinned.

King Kang, who had listened to his daughter's entire speech, said: "........"

Little Fatty Jiuer really respects him as his father!

"Your Majesty, there's no point in worrying about it, just take it one step at a time.

Sometimes time and fate are beyond our control.”

Ye Peizhu patted the back of her husband's hand soothingly, and asked Qiuyun to call Gu Yunsheng over.

Gu Yunsheng came over quickly and guessed the situation before King Kang could talk about the counterfeit.

"Your Majesty, did that impostor run away?"

King Kang smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, he ran away."

“No wonder, I discovered the fluctuations of the child Gu from the mother Gu.

The counterfeit was running and gasping for breath. His body was already exhausted from the previous poison and the poison, as well as the old illness he had suffered over the years.

Even if I don't let the poison break out, he won't last for a few days.

Then, Your Majesty, do you want him to die of the poison now?"

Gu Yunsheng asked calmly.

King Kang nodded and said, "Yes, even if he won't live for a few days, let him die of the poison now to avoid any more trouble."

"it is good."

Gu Yunsheng immediately controlled the mother Gu and muttered something in a low voice. Soon, King Kang and his family of three saw with their own eyes a puff of white smoke bursting out from the black mother Gu.

The female Gu seemed to be stimulated by something and twisted in Gu Yunsheng's palm, and finally stopped moving.

"It's OK. The sub-gu exploded inside the fake's body, and the poison also broke out."

Gu Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief and put the mother Gu back into the small porcelain bottle.

"Okay, okay, that's good! Now I can finally rest assured!"

King Kang breathed a sigh of relief.

But what Gu Yunsheng didn't know was that the sub-Gu was indeed dead, but it didn't die in the body of the counterfeit. Instead, it was lured out and died in the palm of that person's hand...