Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"You don't know, I sent people to look for you everywhere, but there was no news. I was worried every day, afraid that you would be kidnapped by someone, and even more worried that you died quietly and I wouldn't even know about it.

If you die like this, and the prince takes the throne, then I will have no chance. When I think of this, I can’t sit still all day, but—"

He clapped his hands and shook his head: "Just when I was worried and had no way out, I didn't expect you to come to my door for nothing, and even wanted to use my place to win over people's hearts and struggle desperately. If this isn't courting death, then what is it?

I have to say, my royal brother, you really made a wrong move. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!

But unfortunately, you accidentally made me successful. This is what it means to search for something in vain, but finally find it without any effort. This is probably what it means, hahahaha..."

Although Gao Yi said it was a pity, he was laughing non-stop and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

If he still had some outward courtesy when he came in just now, now there is nothing left.

It's a sure win.

The throne is already in the bag.

Suddenly, he stopped laughing, slowly leaned down, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Gao Qian, if you know what's best for you, hand over the things quickly. I will consider that we are brothers from the same mother and give you a quick death with an intact body. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and heartless!"

Gao Qian was stunned, as if he had heard a joke. He looked at him strangely, lowered his head and laughed: "Turning against you? Why would I have any feelings for a traitor like you?"

Gao Yu's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Traitor? Don't forget, if you were not born two years earlier than me, there is no way a sickly person like you would be able to sit on the throne!"

Sick child?

Gao Qian lowered his eyes, smiled softly and nodded repeatedly.

Isn't that exactly what it means?

Because of this headache, not only did he suffer from their ridicule and mockery as a sickly person since childhood, but he also suffered torture in two lifetimes, and was forced to become a complete lunatic.

But the reason why he was able to sit on the throne was not because he was born two years earlier, but precisely because he was a "sickly child".

They are only afraid that he will become a crazy tyrant, which is exactly what they want to see.

Be it the Queen Mother, the Lu family, or those clans that are fighting against each other, what they want is not a wise monarch who rules the world, but a puppet who can be controlled in their hands at all times.

And this headache...

Gao Qian was not angry at all, instead he just wanted to laugh.

If their great mother had not been so cruel to her own son and had not staged a deliberate self-torture scheme, it might not have been possible to overthrow Xue Zhaoyi, the former most favored concubine in the harem.

If Xue had really helped Gao Run to ascend to power, I'm afraid the grass on their graves would have grown as thick as trees by now.

To put it bluntly, the fight for the throne has never been about wisdom and strategy, but about who is more ruthless and heartless, and who is more heartless.

Well, who is better than whom...

Gao Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his thin lips: "Gao Yi, you are really a fool with no brains. If I were not sitting on this throne, do you think you would still be alive standing here talking to me? This time I spared your life, but not only did you not show gratitude, but you were ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and wanted to usurp my power and seize my position. If I had known this would happen, I should have killed you with a single blow!"

Gao Yu came closer and said viciously: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the imperial seal quickly, otherwise, I can kill you right now!"

Gao Qian was stunned for a moment, then he smiled sympathetically: "Kill? If you kill me now, you will be a real traitor. I guarantee that you will not live past tomorrow. In the end, you have spent so much effort on this. Who are you working hard for?"

He glanced at the vicious man with contempt, rubbed his temple gently, and said in a cold tone full of disdain: "Who is it? Gao Huan, or Gao Jun..."

Hearing him say this, Gao Yu's face darkened. How could he not know?

Inheriting the throne has always been about legitimacy.

If the name is not correct, the words will not go well, and if the words are not good, then things will not happen.

The emperor died suddenly, and the whereabouts of the national seal were unknown. How could he ascend the throne in a logical way? And how could he shut up those covetous people who were eyeing the throne and waiting for an opportunity?

I am afraid that not only will I not be able to sit on the throne smoothly, but I will also provide them with an opportunity to kill me and compete for the throne. In the end, wouldn't I be making wedding clothes for others!

Gao Yi slowly clenched his fists, his eyes determined. He must seize this opportunity.

Gao Qian had seen through Gao Yi's thoughts without even looking at him, and said leisurely: "Gao Yi, I'm not saying anything bad about you. If I were you, I would choose to wait patiently. After I die, you will have a 50% chance of taking the throne, but——"

He shook his head, sighed, and looked up at him with regret: "When you can't wait to take action against me, you don't have any chance at all."

Gao Yi's eyes were red as he stared at Gao Qian.

"Do you think I will believe you and spare your life if you say that? Dream on!"

It’s not like he hasn’t chosen to wait.

But what is waiting for?

It was agreed that Gao Qian had only half a month to live, but he lived for month after month!

Whatever, he is already on his last legs and now he just has to endure the hard days.

Okay, he can still wait.

Just in time to pull out my hand and remove the stumbling block in his way.

Gao Yang is just a little kid.

It doesn't take much effort.

As for children, if they eat something bad or get sick, they will die in a flash.

The Queen Mother had no grandson, only this son.

If the throne is not his, who else could it be?

But this child managed to escape death time and again, until he issued a death order and ordered people to secretly kill Gao Yang and let him fall into the water...

As a result, the Queen Mother brought him back to Renshou Hall and took care of him personally.

what does this mean?

How could he dare to wait any longer?

The most hateful thing is that Gao Qian actually used a fake to confuse the real thing and used a trick to take the real national seal out of the palace...

No, I am now only one step away from the throne!

As long as Gao Qian writes the edict of succession and takes the imperial seal, the throne will be his immediately! No one can say anything!

Gao Yu stood up straight, not wanting to continue talking nonsense with Gao Qian. He turned around and called out to someone, and immediately several people bowed and walked into the room.

Gao Yi pulled out the long sword hanging at the man's waist and put it on Gao Qian's neck.

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin, and you won't give up until you see the Yellow River! I will handle the imperial edict myself. You just need to hand over the national seal quickly, otherwise, I will cut off your flesh piece by piece and let you feel what it feels like to be executed by slow slicing!"

After he said that, he immediately winked at the person next to him.

The man waved his hand, and two people came forward, one on the left and one on the right, escorting Gao Qian to the hall downstairs.

Gao Qian tried to break free but he had no strength left.

Gao Yi raised his lips and smiled knowingly: "Don't waste your energy, my good brother. Today, let everyone in Tongle Pavilion enjoy how the emperor of our Great Qi was tortured! This is what we call sharing happiness with the people! Hahahaha..."