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Changchun Palace.
Unlike the composed and leisurely Consort Shu brewing tea, the Sixth Prince seemed restless, rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth incessantly.
Consort Shu finished brewing the tea, poured herself a cup, raised it to take in its aroma, and only then looked at the Sixth Prince: "How many times have I told you—don’t panic when things happen. In this regard, you’ll never surpass your Third Brother."
Hearing this, the Sixth Prince froze on the spot, his face revealing displeasure.
Third Brother, Third Brother—always Third Brother!
In Mother Consort’s eyes, Third Brother was always the best.
Consort Shu drank her tea without looking at the Sixth Prince, but she already knew what he was thinking: "Don’t be upset. Mother Consort is saying this for your own good."
The Sixth Prince let out a mocking laugh: "For my good? I think it’s more likely for Third Brother, isn’t it?"
"Bang!"
Consort Shu slammed the cup onto the table, directing a harsh glare at the Sixth Prince: "What nonsense are you saying? You and your Third Brother are flesh-and-blood brothers born from the same mother. Now that he’s fallen into misfortune, isn’t it natural for Mother Consort to be more concerned about him?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a secret letter from under the table and flung it toward the Sixth Prince.
The Sixth Prince frowned before reluctantly opening the letter to read.
Consort Shu took a deep breath: "The conditions at the Imperial Mausoleum are atrocious. Back then, when the Eighth Prince was sent to guard the mausoleum, the Jiang Family and your father made sure to torment him—repairs to leaky roofs denied, sweltering summers and freezing winters, the food worse than that fed to pigs."
"Your Third Brother, being of such noble birth, how could he endure such suffering? Over the past decade, his health has steadily deteriorated. Last winter, he suffered a severe illness."
"If your uncle hadn’t learned of it in time, you might not have a brother left. And yet here you are, arguing with Mother Consort about trifles. You’re truly infuriating this palace!"
The Sixth Prince’s expression softened considerably after reading the letter. Returning it to the table, he asked, "Did Mother Consort expose matters concerning Second Brother and Fifth Brother during Father Emperor’s birthday celebration for the sake of saving Third Brother?"
Consort Shu looked at the Sixth Prince and sighed: "Xiaoliu, remember this—everything your Mother Consort plans now is both for you and your Third Brother. Only when you ascend the throne can your Third Brother return from the Imperial Mausoleum."
The Sixth Prince frowned deeply: "Even so, was it necessary to make a move on Father Emperor’s birthday?" He still held a filial reverence for the emperor in his heart.
Clearly, the exposure of scandals involving the Second Prince and Fifth Prince had utterly ruined the emperor’s sixtieth birthday celebration, and for a long time afterward, it would remain the talk of Beijing.
Consort Shu scoffed: "My son, you may be filial to your father, but Mother Consort has no objections. However, never forget—your father is the Emperor."
"In a typical family, a son’s mistakes might earn a reprimand from his father, but your father is capable of taking your life."
She adjusted her expression seriously as she continued.
"Mother Consort doesn’t want to act so hastily, but you’ve seen it yourself. Recently, your father has been showing unprecedented favor toward the Crown Prince—even allowing him to participate in reviewing official documents."
"The news from Mokuan also confirms that Xiao Yeyang’s two children have been speaking up for the Crown Prince from time to time, resulting in him receiving more and more assignments from the emperor."
"Mother Consort cannot sit idly by. If the emperor were to officially declare the Crown Prince as heir during the birthday celebration, everything we’ve been plotting would collapse, and staging a comeback would be nearly impossible."
The Sixth Prince knitted his brows tightly: "Mother Consort, I feel that Father Emperor isn’t truly satisfied with Big Brother..."
Consort Shu interrupted him: "Even if he isn’t satisfied, as long as the Emperor shows favor to the Crown Prince, it will impact us."
"The ministers are incredibly astute. The moment the Emperor makes any indication, those who have pledged allegiance to you will abandon you in the blink of an eye. Without a sufficient advantage, no one will risk their family’s lives to follow you."
The Sixth Prince kept silent for a moment: "Will Father Emperor... really deal with Second Brother and Fifth Brother?"
Consort Shu smiled confidently: "Your father may have lingering doubts, but with the evidence and witnesses present, he will inevitably punish the Second Prince and Fifth Prince to satisfy the ministers and provide an explanation."
The Sixth Prince still felt uneasy: "Mother Consort, are you certain this won’t implicate us?"
Consort Shu poured herself another cup of tea and smiled: "Relax. The scapegoats have already willingly jumped into the trap themselves."
Recalling how the Crown Prince had mercilessly incriminated Second Brother and Fifth Brother during court, the Sixth Prince’s heart eased slightly.
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