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The residence of the Prince of Wu is not far from the palace.In the royal capital, apart from the royal palace, the second most luxurious building is the Prince's Palace.When King Wu was the prince, he also lived in this palace.

An exquisite backyard of the palace, bursts of women's laughter came from inside, the waiters came and went back and forth interspersed with various delicacies and wines, Prince Zhao was holding a family banquet in the courtyard of the beloved concubine.

The prince of Wu is twenty-five this year, he is a little fat, and his facial features are similar to those of the late Queen Wu, very plain.In the past few years, because the King of Wu wanted to abolish his son and establish a concubine, Prince Zhao lived in fear every day, and his life and death made him old for several years.Now that King Wu made up his mind, Prince Zhao let go of his burdens, his brows that had been frowning relaxed, and his temper became better towards the women in his backyard. Today, he even called his four beauties together to drink and have fun in a good mood.

"Your Majesty! Lord Wenzai is here and is waiting in the front hall." A waiter in dark brown came in and knelt down to report.

"Why is Lord Wenzai here again? I have followed his advice and stopped opening the door to welcome guests. What will he do?" Prince Zhao put the wine glass on the table heavily, and the voice was so loud that the beloved concubine who was leaning on him Shrugged his shoulders in shock.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Prince Zhao's words, the waiter knelt on the ground and lowered his head even lower.There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Go to the front hall and talk about it, and say that you will come immediately." Although Prince Zhao was annoyed by Wenzai's chatter, he also understood that Wenzai was his most staunch supporter. Endure Moon Jae's nagging.

After the waiter left, Prince Zhao's favored concubine said flatteringly, "I'm going to get a suit for you to change into." Prince Zhao didn't go to see Wenzai in clothes that smelled of alcohol and fat.

"Foolish woman! I'm just drinking some wine with my beauty. Are you still afraid of people saying it?" Prince Zhao pushed the concubine to the ground, and left the banquet angrily to meet Wen Zai in the front hall. He paid attention to the influence and didn't want to be arrested There is a hint of clues, now that the position has been confirmed, and even if he is so cautious, is he still the prince of a country?He's had a rough time these past few years.Prince Zhao thought of his cousin of Zhao Guo, who is also a prince. Prince Zhao has already handled the government affairs of the country and has great power in his hands.Every time there is a comparison, Prince Zhao will shed sad tears.

The beauties in the room waited until Prince Zhao disappeared, and then got up one after another to help the concubine who was pushed down by Prince Zhao.

"Sister, how are you?" Prince Zhao pushed Chong Ji so hard that Chong Ji fell to the ground, her body hurt and she dared not make a sound.

"You three sisters, don't worry." The beloved concubine forced a smile. "After the king becomes king, he will no longer be irritable, and our sisters will live comfortably."

The prince's mansion has been in crisis for the past few years, and the whole mansion is worried that there will be nightmares. The women in Prince Zhao's harem have to worry about their future fate, and at the same time, they have to deal with their irritable husband. Comforting each other, whether telling the truth or pretending, after several years of living in harmony, there is a warmth between each other. "That's right! When your lord becomes a king, you will no longer be irritable, and we sisters will have a good life."

Wen Zai, who was pacing in the front hall, waited for Prince Zhao, who was smelling of wine, and his bitter melon-like face couldn't help but wrinkle again and again.

"Your Majesty!..." Wen Zai stepped forward and bowed, wanting to speak out.

"Don't blame Wen Zai, I just want to have a few drinks with the beauties in the backyard." Prince Zhao interrupted before Wen Zai's remonstrance.What Prince Zhao meant was that he only had a family dinner with his concubine today, and did not meet foreign ministers.

"Although Your Majesty has made up his mind, Your Majesty still has to keep self-cultivation." What Wen Zai meant was that Prince Zhao still had to purify his own virtues, stay away from sex and sex, and influence the outside world.

When Prince Zhao heard this, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly. He hadn't had a relaxing time with his little wife for several years. Now that his worries have been relieved, will he turn into a drunken woman after a little relaxation?Prince Zhao only had four concubines and no concubine. The King of Wu originally wanted to abolish his concubine and did not marry a concubine to Prince Zhao. He was afraid that the prince would have more support if he had a noble father-in-law.

Looking at Wenzai's gray hair, Prince Zhao endured the irritability in his heart, and raised his hands: "Wenzai's words are reasonable, Zhao will pay attention to it in the future." Prince Zhao regretted not listening to Chong Ji's suggestion, and changed into a suit of clothes to meet Wenzai .

"Your Majesty, if you can listen to advice, you will be the master of enlightenment in the future." Wen Zai returned the salute.

"What's the matter with Wenzai coming to see Gu?" Wenzai praised the word "Mingzhu" and the prince was very relieved to hear it.

"Ulsan Lord arrived yesterday." Moon Jae really thanked the Ulsan Lord's House, and he felt that Prince Zhao should be the same as him.

"Oh! Gu knows." The eyes and ears of Prince Zhao's mansion had already reported the status of the lord of Jindu.

"Your Majesty should send someone to express condolences." Wen Zai suggested that if there were not Huben guards, the feudal lords would not be allowed to communicate with the nobles. Wen Zai wanted to personally go to the Ulsan King's Temporary Residence to thank him.

"This is inappropriate. Since the father is not willing to meet with the lord in the capital, Gu, as the prince, must abide by it first." Prince Zhao directly refused. His relationship with son Guang was not as good as he did not want to disobey King Wu.

"But Mr. Ulsan..." Moon Jae wanted to say that Dalseong is the prince's staunch ally, and Prince Zhao couldn't be too indifferent.

"Gu has always kept Dacheng's help in mind, and for this reason, he specially took care of the disciples to receive them on the way." Prince Zhao felt that he already cared about this younger brother very much.

Seeing Prince Zhao's impatient face, Wen Zai swallowed the suggestion. Since the prince thought it was inconvenient to send someone to express his condolences, he could only send someone to express his concern, and then he would say that he was entrusted by the prince.

To the west of the city, there is a convoy moving slowly. In the middle of the convoy sits a lean and ancient man on a large cart. Beside the ancient and rare old man is a fat young man in his twenties.

"Father, we Xihou people must be the last to arrive." The young man looked at the mules pulling the cart in distress.Although the fief of Xihou is very poor, he can still find more than a dozen horses. Why did the father abandon the fast horse and use the slow mule cart instead?

"The last one is the last one. If you go, you will stay in the house to eat and sleep. It's better to sleep and eat on the road." The ancient old man opened his cloudy eyes, slowly answered his son's question, and closed his eyes again. Well, if it wasn't for the turmoil in the capital of Wu, he wouldn't go to the capital with his body, and he would just send his own son to worship.

"Isn't it good to eat and sleep at home?" The young man wondered, he had never been able to understand his father's words.

"It's very good. We will arrive before September [-]th. Then you can eat and sleep in the house." The ancient old man opened his dull eyes and looked at his stupid son again.It's a pity that he was smart all his life, and he didn't have a son until he was in his forties, and he was still a dumb son.

This rare old man is Xihou, the uncle of King Wu, and the fat young man is the next Xihou.

King Wu's two uncles, one in the west, is called Xihou, and the other is in the north, called Beihou.Xihou is a poorer place than Dacheng. Compared with his younger brother Beihou, Xihou has always been taciturn and timid.Of the six feudal lords summoned by the King of Wu, he will be the last to arrive. Xihou is the late king. Every time he comes to the king, he will be the last to arrive. Others use horses, but he always uses mules.King Wu was never angry with this late uncle, and always seemed very tolerant.

In the heavily guarded and extremely luxurious main hall of the palace, King Wu was dining with his beloved concubine Yiji, mother and son. Qin people are not particular about eating without talking, so King Wu was chatting with his concubine while eating delicious food.

"My concubine, how many concubines does Jiang Qing have?"

"Your Majesty, Dr. Jiang has three daughters." Yi Ji's eyes flashed.

"Are you married?"

"The second daughter is already married, and the 14-year-old daughter in the family is already engaged."

"It's a pity!" King Wu sighed.

"What's your pity, Your Majesty?" Yi Ji seemed confused.

"I just want to hire a concubine for Prince Zhao. If Jiang Qing has an unmarried concubine daughter, I just want to hire her." King Wu wanted to hire Dr. Jiang's daughter as his daughter-in-law, and it was also for the sake of Ji Ji's mother and son.

"The concubine asked the adoptive father to resign." Yi Ji had a look of great joy on her face.

"It's not right, ruining the marriage is disrespectful and immoral!" King Wu shook his head.

"My lord..." Yi Ji had a very disappointed expression.

"The prince is getting older, and the princess can't delay any longer. The concubine should spend some time to help the lonely choose a virtuous concubine to hire." The king of Wu couldn't bear to lose his concubine, so he handed over the power of choosing the concubine to her. The concubine who is born will definitely be Yiji in the future. In this way, Yiji's mother and son will have more protection.

"Yes! The concubine will choose carefully, and will find a dignified and virtuous lady for the prince to be his wife." Yi Ji promised with a smile that she will choose the princess with great care, and she must choose for a few years before giving up.

Yong glanced back and forth at his parents. He didn't understand why the concubine mother lied to the king again. Sister Jiang obviously didn't decide on her husband's family. Sister Jiang would marry him in the future. This was what the concubine mother told her.Although Yong was muttering in his heart, he didn't dare to talk too much. He was taught by Yi Ji since he was a child to keep his face in the face of lies.

Yi Ji went back to her palace with a tense face. King Wu made a decision that would be difficult to change. It seemed that Prince Zhao's succession status could not be shaken anymore.

"Madam, the people from the southwest are already waiting in the secret room of the side hall." Yi Ji's personal maid knelt down in front of Yi Ji and softly reported.

"Well, you come with me to guard the door." Even though she was in her own territory, Yi Ji's cautiousness still did not relax, and every time she met with a spy, she would send her confidants to guard outside the secret room.

The conversation between King Wu and Yi Ji in the main hall soon spread to the palace.

"Hmph! A bitch don't want to put someone else as his wife!" Prince Zhao sneered, he and Yi Ji would never be together.

"Yiji is a woman after all. Seeing that her son has no hope of becoming a leader, she tries to please the prince, even going so far as to regret the marriage." Wenzai said with contempt on his face.

"It seems that Yi Ji has recognized her status, and now she only wants to make up for the dead and please the future monarch." The general of the hussars stroked his beard and laughed happily.

Just as the nobles of the capital were celebrating together, a shabby mule convoy entered the capital from the west gate. This was the last feudal lord who came to pay homage to the capital—the uncle of King Wu, Xihou.