Inside the armored car, Zheng Yu's eyes swept over the pale-faced Mingyuelan, the serious-looking Qiu Haiyang, the somewhat angry, sad, and exhausted Jiya Sain, and finally fell on Yang Yongtai's face.

"Chang Qing, what do you think is this...why?"

Zheng Yu asked the most critical question very directly. He knew Yang Yongtai, and he knew that the other party would not be shaken again as long as he made a decision.

Yang Yongtai is the kind of straightforward and persistent person.

"You did a good job." Yang Yongtai's voice was not loud, but it still seemed particularly clear in the roaring engine of the armored car. "You have always been too calm, too experienced, and too tolerant. For a young man who has just grown up, it is easy to be considered too fake. There are rumors in private that you are a bit like... Yang Guang."

"You should also make your own voice. You are the prince." Yang Yongtai said, "If you just keep a low profile and just give in, many people will become more and more unscrupulous in doing things. If you still retreat silently today and hide in the glory of Your Majesty for protection, many people will probably regard you as a person who only plays with power and tricks, lacks backbone and courage. They will think you cannot become a great person."

"For others, the more you act, the more dangerous you may make them feel. That way, it may not be a good thing for you."

"I don't know why this happened. But I know, it's definitely not unintentional. At least someone is trying, trying." Zheng Yu said coldly, "I don't want to doubt my father. I still think it's not his intention. But I have to ask clearly."

"What do you ask? What? Ask Your Majesty why he killed you? Or why he used you as bait to let you face life and death danger?" Ming Yuelan suddenly said, "He is the emperor, and he has the right to let anyone sacrifice. He has no obligation to answer these things. And if you ask... things may not be saved."

"He is my father." Zheng Yu stared at her, suppressing his anger and unwillingness in his voice. "I have been with him for more than ten years. He is the relative I respected, closest and most dependent on. Why can't I ask him? Why?"

Mingyuelan bit her lips, her face pale, but she said stubbornly: "He is the emperor, and the emperor's dignity cannot be violated."

"The Emperor, but to me, he is first and foremost a father," said Zheng Yu. "As a son, his heir, can't I be a little different from others?"

"I just remembered something... The Queen is in poor health recently." Yang Yongtai's voice sounded a little misty with the roar of the engine, "Sleepy, dizzy... You said that the Queen always likes to eat plums recently."

Zheng Yu listened and thought, his face gradually turned pale.

Dried plums at the head of the queen's bed.

The queen went to bed early every day with a sleepy expression.

The queen seemed to be feeling uncomfortable and seemed to catch a cold, but she did not have any high fever or sneezes.

Zhou Xiaoyu's look that seemed to be talking about something appeared in his mind again. He remembered that it was worry, that it was a faint fear, that it was a confusion of not knowing what would happen.

That terrifying thought, the nightmare that had troubled Zheng Yu the previous one for many years, was gradually fading because the emperor and his wife were old, but they were always hidden in their hearts. He finally flashed through his brain. He began to tremble, and began to become irresistible and fearful, his whole body was cold, and the cold sweat on his forehead could not be suppressed. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, and as if he was just the air. Qiu Haiyang stretched out his hand, holding it tightly in his hand, saying word by word, but he said extremely solemnly: "You must be calm. Everything is just a guess. Your Majesty has no future for so many years, and now he is old, how could the Queen suddenly be pregnant... Your Majesty's child?"

"This is ridiculous." Ming Yuelan shook her head, "Impossible, it's just a coincidence..."

Zheng Yu was silent for a while, but finally smiled bitterly: "What you said makes sense... But looking at the things in front of me, I can only say... Maybe this is the so-called miracle of life. Whether you believe it or not, anyway... I believe it."

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes began to show despair.

"Even if it is true, it may be a girl." Ming Yuelan said biting her lip, "And, the queen is old after all, can she give birth smoothly..."

"Your Majesty can find a woman again." Qiu Haiyang's expression was indescribable. "As long as he proves that he can get a woman pregnant, he can find a group of young and beautiful women. Who knows how many children he will have in the future?"

Zheng Yu's body shook suddenly and his face turned paler.

"The emperor is probably not sure that is his child, His Highness. In any case, we still have time to make the most urgent matters now. We cannot stimulate the emperor and do some extreme things. The emperor has feelings for you, especially the queen." Yang Yongtai took a deep breath and said calmly, "The love of licking for so many years will not disappear overnight, not to mention that the child does not know whether it is a man or a woman. At this time, you must be calm and must not let the emperor and the queen be disappointed in you, especially don't let Your Majesty be too worried."

"Your Highness, there must be a villain in this matter," Yang Yongtai said firmly, "It is someone else who has a villain in it."

"Yes, there must be villains." Zheng Yu's confused eyes focused little by little. He gritted his teeth and his expression was ferocious, as if there was a sinister and sneaky villain standing in front of her and showed a proud smile at him, "I want to report to my father and find out this man, and make a clear decision. This man conspires to kill the prince, and wants to alienate the father and son, destroy the imperial war, shake the foundation of the country, and have a heinous crime."

Mingyuelan looked at Zheng Yu with a pale face, her eyes showing pain and entanglement. A little bit of red blood flowed out of her lips, and it looked a little weird when she reflected her snow-white teeth.

"Little man, villain... I see that Ge Shaojie is not at ease," said Jiyasaiyin, a little angrily, "At first glance, he is a person who can do anything for his purpose. When he was in the second place, I saw something wrong with him. He was in charge of the second place. You are in Siberia and you can't escape the relationship with him to trap the Japanese and clean up the Japanese intelligence network. It sounds nice, but who knows what he is thinking about?"

Zheng Yu's eyes narrowed and turned to Mingyuelan.

Mingyuelan faced his gaze and nodded slowly: "I doubted him before, but I didn't expect that this was his plan or approved by His Majesty... In this way, I found that he had a doubt about his relationship with the Japanese, but it could be explained. But if he took the opportunity to attack you... Why? You have not blamed him, and I have never heard of him having any deep friendship with a boss other than the director. Director Ge is an agent who is recognized as extremely loyal to the empire and devoted to the country. It is difficult to believe that he is selling his country and seeking honor, even if it is me. I would rather believe that he is stubborn."

"The horns are sharp?" Zheng Yu looked at Ming Yuelan and repeatedly chewed her words, his heart felt cold.

He was not afraid of people who were ignorant of profit. What he feared the most were actually those extremists who dared to do whatever they wanted for their faith and principles, even if millions of people were gone. These people were the most cruel and ruthless people in the world, and even closest to the saints.

The saint is ruthless, and the saint is invincible. For the so-called supreme truth, he can be enemies of the world without any concern and hindrance. How can such a person not be terrified?

"Ge Shaojie is His Majesty's confidant, and he is likely to take over the General Intelligence Bureau after this war." Yang Yongtai said, "This person has a rigorous thinking and clever layout. He is the absolute authority in the Empire's foreign affairs. He has a deep foundation in the General Intelligence Bureau. If he wants to touch him, there is no sufficient evidence and a terrifying enough charge will probably not work."

"You...will you touch me?" Zheng Yu suddenly asked, "You know what I mean."

Yang Yongtai looked at Zheng Yu, his eyes were uncertain. After a while, he seemed to bit his lip and said carefully: "The national war is imminent, the country is in a state of chaos, and you are burdened with a lot of things, and the threads are in your hands. Behind you are Xu Shuai, the Imperial Guards also have a good impression of you, as well as the National Defense Forces, the Cabinet, and the Congress. Many people have accepted your affection. But the most important thing is the hearts of the empire. The people have begun to recognize you, and many people regard you as the hope for the future of the empire."

"A simple answer to me, yes, or no." Zheng Yu just stared at him and asked word by word, "I just need to listen to the answer."

“…I won’t start publicly now.”

"Will you continue to use a knife to kill people? What about the future?"

Yang Yongtai was silent.

"Your Highness, we can go." Mingyuelan's eyes were deep, and under the light outside, her pupils became more and more weird. "I have been in the General Intelligence Bureau these days, and I also know that there is some instability outside the outside world. Your Majesty's anti-corruption campaign is now in panic. The National Defense Forces are in the north, the foundation of the Navy is in the south, and the Imperial Guards can control nothing more than a few key points in the capital and the north. Many local bosses may also secretly think about the Union Autonomy. As long as you raise your arms and shout..."

Zheng Yu's body was shocked and looked at the beautiful agent who had known each other for several months but had a tacit understanding in his heart.

"Yuelan, do you know what you are talking about?" Yang Yongtai said with some anger, "You are going to trap Your Highness in a situation of being unfaithful, filial, unkind and unrighteous."

"I think, since Your Majesty is not kind, it may be that he has some magical symptoms recently." Jiyasaiyin said, "Your Highness, you go out to avoid disaster. This is the right thing in the question. It cannot be said that you are unfilial, and it is not considered unfaithful. As for unkindness and unrighteousness, how can you blame us for being unrighteous? I Laoji was shot all the way with bullets and bullets. In Siberia, someone wanted to kill us repeatedly. Now that I have returned to Beijing, it is like this. Now Xiao Zhao is dead. No matter whether it is Your Majesty or not, this capital is already a place of right and wrong, and you cannot stay for a long time."

"Lao Ji is right." Qiu Haiyang, who had been silent, also spoke, "This matter may be caused by a villain who has been sowed and separated from His Majesty and his son. Now that he has already taken action, although he is killing someone with a knife, he will not stop there in the future. In any case, he must protect himself first to wash away the grievances. If he dies like this, he will have nowhere to complain if there is any grievance."

Zheng Yu stared at these people in a daze, his expression extremely complicated.

He could see their sincerity, and only gratitude was in his heart. Zheng Yu was not as sincere and selfless to these people as seemingly sincere and selfless. He was selfish, and he regarded them more as valuable subordinates, as his help and partners for his superiority. When it was really critical, he would not give up his life to save the other party. He also knew that although these people were labeled as prince d, they involved such a big thing and had to face the imperial power directly, which was still a difficult choice for them.

But they said it, and it was so straightforward.

Zheng Yu closed his eyes.

He knew that there were many ambitious people hidden in this empire, and even the emperor's confidants and old ministers, there were many people secretly turning into various ideas. This country is full of contradictions, and these ambitions are slowly fermenting with the emperor's aging. Even the emperor now has to introduce a fresh image like him to unite people's hearts and stabilize the situation.

He has a good reputation in the outside world. The empire has recognized him from all over the army to the government. At this time, facing internal and external troubles, even if the emperor wants to move, he must think twice. As long as he is willing, a big banner that clears the side of the emperor is not unable to be defeated. Although he is not the emperor's opponent, he can resist.

At least, he can avoid it first and strive for further improvement in the situation. Even if many people in places will use this as an excuse, many powerful people will take the opportunity to win him over as bargaining chips and seize benefits in China. But he can at least survive.

But he also thought of Sophie, the loyal people around him who were born and die, their families, the volunteers, the imperial guards and guards who were victimized by him. He thought of the people behind him, the people in front of him, the people beside him, the thousands of people in this era, the scene where people were empty when they returned to Beijing and cheered at him.

Dead silence in the car.

Before he knew it, the driving had reached the capital. Zheng Yu silently observed the street scene through the observation hole, and suddenly shouted "Stop". Yang Yongtai wanted to stop him, but looking at Zheng Yu's unquestionable expression, he finally gave up.

Surrounded by the soldiers of the Imperial Guards, Zheng Yu strode to the street.

The boss who sells tofu brains was less than thirty years old, with a mustache, staring at a group of black-clad guards coming over, feeling the smell of gunpowders coming from each other's body, and his two greasy hands rubbed against the apron, not knowing where to put them.

"Brother, is the business okay?"

Zheng Yu stood there, with a faint gentle smile on his face, and asked with a little brainless question.

The boss also saw clearly the person coming at this time. Although he still couldn't figure out the way, he didn't think he was malicious when he looked so kind. Besides, he was a tofu brain. What can others do to calculate?

He smiled honestly: "You can live a life. You can make a fortune every day with a good business and a net profit of 30 or 40 cents. When it is bad, you can also make a fortune. I have saved some book and prepared to marry a wife, and I am asking someone to talk to you."

The little boss seemed to be half flattering and half sincere and quickly added: "This is all our emperor. We have exempted our tyrants and miscellaneous taxes and levies. The Lika who goes out of the city and enters the city is gone, and there is no harassment from the rogues. At this market, everyone can just pay some business tax and can set up the stalls. The small business can live, and life is getting better and better every day."

Zheng Yu looked at the dark-skinned little boss with a hint of yearning and warmth, and his heart twitched slightly.

"Brother, what if the Japanese and Russians fight?"

"If you want to talk about this Japanese boy, I was young back then, but I heard from the distant relatives who escaped from the north that I was the most cruel. The old man heard that he was not a good guy either." The boss also had a hint of sorrow on his face, "We have just passed two days, but I don't want to escape from military disasters every few days. I also went to donate money to His Majesty a few days ago. My mother said that she only hopes that our Holy Emperor will protect the gods, protect our country to win this battle, and bless the emperor for thousands of years."

He looked at Zheng Yu's expression a little complicated. Somehow he was a little unsatisfied, and his voice rose a little: "Master, do you always think what I said is wrong?"

Zheng Yu was a little confused after hearing the other party's words. At this moment, he smiled and shook his head, and handed over a note: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted just now. I almost forgot the serious business, so I'll have a bowl of tofu brain."

The little boss took it and saw that a little anger disappeared immediately, but instead he looked embarrassed: "Customer, I can't find your money."

"No need to look for it." Zheng Yu patted the other person on the shoulder, "We'll get along, just give me a few more bowls."

"You have enough money to buy my stall." The boss scratched his head, smiled, and carefully put the money in his arms. "Now, I can't buy two new quilts."

Zheng Yu and his friends took the warm tofu brain. Zheng Yu smiled at the boss, stood in front of the stall and started eating. After a while, he wiped his mouth and closed his eyes, which made him feel very savored.

He smiled at the little boss who was a little confused, looked at the lively market in front of him, felt the joy, anger, sorrow and joy on everyone's face, felt the long-lost atmosphere of the market, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and vomited it out again. The lively and fresh smell was wandering all over his body.

In this way, Zheng Yu walked through the market, greeted many people, chatted calmly and gently, and said, buying something, with a faint smile on his face.

After returning to Beijing for so long, this was the first time he had penetrated into the private market so vividly and directly. I wonder if he really let go of something or simply wanted to use this method to relieve his fear, Zheng Yu simply led a group of people to wander around the streets and alleys of Beijing for a long time, watching the old man at the entrance of the alley playing chess, watching the ignorant children chasing and playing with the children, watching the little boy and girl next door playing house, watching the aunt and aunt kowtowing melon see the family matters, watching the sweaty tricycle driver gushing and filling a big bowl of tea, and listening to the idle people in the teahouse bragging and bragging.

Yang Yongtai and others just followed silently, watched silently, and felt quietly.

All of this is so strange and so familiar. Some things seem to have never changed in the past and present.

Zheng Yu returned to the armored car, but was silent.

He closed his eyes, and his body was shaking slightly with the ups and downs of the car. It seemed that the hard shell outside his heart was peeling off bit by bit.

What a real world this is.

No, this is real

Everyone here has their own life and their own joys, angers, sorrows and happiness. They are all independent, living people have the right to survive and the right to pursue happiness.

They are their own compatriots.

Although Zheng Yu is selfish and fake, he has many ambitions and no one to speak of, he is definitely not as open and upright as he seems.

But after all, he has his own bottom line and faith, and he cannot use all this as his own burial.

He has no right to do this. If he really does, then what is the difference between what he and what he has always opposed, what he has always despised, and what he has always disliked? Then what is it if Zheng Yu succeeds?

It may be right to succeed and defeat the enemy. But if you know that the other party is right and you only want to bury millions of people with you for your own selfish interests, and may even ruin the hopes of this country and nation, what is this?

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs, but he is not heaven or earth. He is just an ordinary person, one of these people. He is just a different identity now, more power and better luck.

So what if you come through time? Does this mean that you are God, who can manipulate the fate of everyone as you wish, and cause trouble to the creatures because of your own selfishness? In the final analysis, Zheng Yu is also one of these people. The reason why the people let him sit in this position is because they have expectations for him. He can't find a reason to convince himself and take that step.

After a while, Zheng Yu's tangled eyebrows gradually stretched out, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed. As if something was connected, he let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and looked at the members in front of him who were looking at him with a bright look.

"You are very good, really good. I thank you very much. But now I am still the crown prince. I am the heir to the empire. I hold a heavy responsibility. I will be responsible to Your Majesty and the empire." As soon as Zheng Yu said, Mingyuelan and Jiyasai's eyes suddenly turned red. Qiu Haiyang lowered his head, Yang Yongtai's expression remained unchanged, but his chest also fluttered, "I am Your Majesty's son and his subordinate. These will never change. My father is the emperor of the ages. I admire him and will always follow him."

"This is my charter." Zheng Yu said, "If my father asked me to be the heir, I would do it seriously; if my father asked me to be a prince and assisted the young master, I would be a prince; if my father wanted me to be a commoner, I would retire and become a merchant. Where can I go in the world?"

"I will not give up on my own initiative, I will try my best to fight for it. It's mine, and I will eventually take it in my own hands." Zheng Yu's tone was extremely firm, "I think I am the most suitable person to take over this country. I will insist on this at any time. But he is my father, he is the emperor, and if he makes a decision, I will obey."

"I am my son. I was bullied outside and almost died. My father wanted to give me an explanation. I just didn't want to die in a daze, and I didn't want any misunderstandings here. As for that villain... no matter who it is, he will die."

Looking at the young man's calm and determined expression, Yang Yongtai frowned, and various thoughts rolled in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to sigh again.
Chapter completed!