Chapter 75 The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried [Seeking follow-up reading]

It was another day of grand court meeting. After the call of the morning, all the officials poured out of Chengtian Hall and gathered in groups of three or five in front of the huge Dragon Field to discuss the various events that had taken place during the court meeting.

"I can't understand it. I really can't understand it. He is the nephew of the Holy Queen——"

"With so many nobles and censors submitting memorials, it can be said that the entire court is outraged by one person, yet this can still be kept in the court without being discussed. This is really unheard of."

"Your Majesty and the Empress must have their own difficulties. Who could have thought that the white jade pillar that once supported the sky would now have the potential to cause trouble?"

Amid whispers, a group of high-ranking officials came out of the hall, including the Zhao father and son. The difference from the past was that this time, anyone who saw this father and son who became noble because of their in-laws felt less hostile and instead felt sorry for them.

Holding great power in the Beijing camp and being the wife's family behind the current dynasty, the Zhao family has always been envied and guarded against. It was not until this kind of thing happened that people realized how pitiful the Zhao family is.

The grandson/son was beaten to death, and his face and dignity were trampled on, but he had to swallow his anger and even had to make excuses for his enemies in the court. This is simply a cowardly mother opening the door to cowardice - it is extremely cowardly.

"Mr. Zhao, please accept my condolences."

The political enemies who usually met without greeting each other now restrained their contempt in their hearts and bowed solemnly to Zhao Yanjun:
"The boy's success will not last long, and the grievances in Lord Zhao's heart will be redressed one day."

Zhao Yanjun bowed bitterly and walked forward a little further. A few subordinates from the Beijing camp passed by and spat at him with contempt:
"Your grandson died in such a cowardly way. Your brothers in the army went to fight for your Zhao family and were humiliated like this, but you didn't say a word in the court. Do you think you are worthy of being a governor?"

"..."

Although humiliated in public by his subordinates, Zhao Yanjun just lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he had swallowed the humiliation and continued to move forward.

After he left, all the officials could not help but sigh.

"It's hard for Jiedushi Zhao. He is so old and still being humiliated like this."

"I have read all the history books and I cannot find another one. If it were not for the difficult state affairs, who would be willing to endure such humiliation?"

"It's really hard for him——"

"..."

Outside Longcheng, the father and son got on the carriage. As soon as the curtain was lowered, a smile broke out on Zhao Yanjun's previously gloomy face:
"Look, what does your father say--"

"..."

Zhao Jide, who was standing beside him, looked depressed and could not help but say, "Dad, no one is on guard against us now, but even if we are so weak, no one will look up to us. Can we achieve great things like this?"

Zhao Yanjun turned his eyes away and sneered:

"You want me to seek justice for Li Yubao and his gang of soldiers in the court? Are you afraid that others won't see the flaw? Don't think others are so stupid!"

"..."

Seeing that his old son had fallen silent, Zhao Yanjun closed his dim old eyes and said slowly: "Remember, no matter what your father does, those soldiers who followed the late emperor will not obey me. On the contrary, if the right time comes, we will have a Fenwei Battalion in our hands, which will be enough to stabilize the situation."

Zhao Jide looked dazed and muttered, "You always say the right time, the right time - but how will the right time come and how long will it take to come?"

Zhao Yanjun reached out and patted his leg, saying comfortingly: "Don't worry, your father has seen hope now."

"Hope? Where is hope?"

"I hope that when someone feels that he has it, a public heart will turn into a selfish heart. Once someone in his position becomes selfish, the time for people like us to be snakes and pythons will come."

"..."

The carriage drove away. The scholar looked away from the window seat on the second floor of a roadside teahouse. The old man opposite him said, "Do you really want to contact the Zhao family? Are you sure? If Zhao Yanjun backs down, we will be in trouble in Beijing."

"Please be at ease, sir."

The scholar across from him just smiled when he heard this: "People like Zhao Yanjun have been waiting for an opportunity all their lives. We just need to give him this opportunity, and he will put himself on the table without even having to make contact." Seeing his confidence, the old man with white hair turned his gaze to the Dragon City: "With these two fires in the Beijing camp, the one in the palace is not completely without confidence, but it's still a little short, no, it's much short."

"The worse ones are all in the arena."

The scholar picked up the teacup again and said, "I believe Commander Wei will make up for it for us. I wish him success in advance."

The old man with white hair laughed when he heard this, and raised his cup of tea to clink with him. "He is very understanding, but the 'second slave' in the palace is really unexpected this time. Is it possible that all old people become stupid?"

The scholar began to have doubts while sipping his tea. This is how people are. They pray for the result before placing a bet, but when they really open the cup and find that they have hit the leopard with extremely low odds, they can't believe it.

But then again, even if there may be traps, what does it matter? A gambler with nothing has to bet big if he wants to get rich.

Besides, the stake on the table is not his.

Thinking of this, the scholar put down his teacup and continued, "Maybe. Wasn't Jingzong also a wise and capable ruler when he was young?"

The white-headed old man opposite him obviously accepted this statement, and sighed again: "I don't know what kind of medicine that kid fed to 'Er Nu' to make him protect him at all costs. I feel so sorry for the orphan and the widow. I'm afraid they are crying now."

"..."

At the same time, in Yangrong Palace.

“Hiss, ha—”

The woman from the Zhao family who had just come out of court sat on the couch, looking out the window with tears streaming down her face. The way she cried was very special. Not only was her face expressionless, but the sound of her crying when it was too difficult to suppress was not "woo" or "ah", but a series of "hiss" or "haha" sounds.

I cried for a while, and suddenly I heard greetings from outside.

"His Majesty--"

The Zhao family woman hurriedly wiped her face, but found that she couldn't wipe it clean at all, so she could only lie on the couch and said to the maid beside her: "If the emperor comes and asks, you can say that I fell asleep."

"..."

Soon, footsteps were heard outside.

The maid next to him immediately said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Holy Queen rested after returning——"

"You guys go out first."

"..."

After a moment, two hands came out from behind to hug her, and her petite body came closer: "Mother, please don't be sad——"

"...Woo."

Finally unable to hold back any longer, the woman turned around and hugged the girl in her arms, tears streaming down her face: "Tongtong——"

Wu Tongtong behind him also felt a sharp pain in her heart. As she started to cry, her face turned even paler: "Mother, it's Tongtong who is useless."

"Hiss—you are the emperor, how can you say such things?"

"I, I want to be of some use. How dare that Wei guy bully you like this? Mother, don't worry, I will never reconcile with him in the future!"

Seeing Wu Tongtong gritting her teeth, looking like she wanted to eat him alive, the Zhao family woman's fox eyes were full of sorrow, and she said softly:
"Tongtong, things are different now. Don't say such things again..."

　I have sorted out my thoughts, and the second chapter will be published a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)