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Chapter 218 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 33

Jiuli stepped out of Jianzhang Palace as briskly as a flying swallow, and stood under the corridor looking at the ancestral land. There, a giant dragon that others could not see let out a long and shocking roar, which shook the sky, and ripples spread out like a raging sea.

It has an invisible impact on the fate of the Qin Dynasty. Next, with a little maneuvering, great things can be accomplished!

"Prepare the horses!" Jiuli ordered casually without stopping, "Is Uncle Zhuang hosting a polo match at the West Suburbs Villa?"

The eunuch who delivered the message rushed out like an arrow.

"His Royal Highness Prince Zhuang is a playful person. He is always present at polo matches, poetry gatherings, spring banquets, and autumn banquets. I sent an invitation to Wuyou Palace a few days ago, but I didn't reply." Meiruo followed the sedan chair in a hurry, but her aura was as steady as a mountain.

"Well, Prince Zhuang, the pretending prince, my father is really good at hurting people." Jiuli said meaningfully, "Send someone to pass a message saying that I want to take a look." He tilted his head to look at the cuff on his wrist.

"Yes." Meiruo responded respectfully, and then gave a look to the young eunuch following behind him. The young eunuch understood what he meant and ran out quickly like a cunning rabbit.

Jiuli rode through Zhuque Street, full of vigor and energy, dazzling. Seeing a group of people coming from afar, everyone dodged to the sides like frightened birds, fearing that they would be implicated.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan?" With his extraordinary memory, Lin Yu'en recognized the person flying past after a moment of thought.

Lu Mingyan can sit opposite the prince. It seems calm and indifferent, but in fact, he is very powerful and no one dares to underestimate him. Lin Yuen has just arrived and knows that riding a horse is not allowed on Suzaku Street. It shows that the King of Yan is deeply favored by the emperor. The corners of his mouth curl up as if he has thought of something.

"Hiss!" The fierce horse neighed loudly and stopped in front of Prince Zhuang's villa. The guards on both sides moved in unison, holding the reins, without making any sound and without any disorder in the formation.

"I greet His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan." The eunuchs in Prince Zhuang's mansion who were welcoming the guests at the door all knelt down and saluted with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Your humble servant greets His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan." Everyone looked at each other, and after they realized what was happening, they quickly saluted, fearing that they would be accused of a crime if they were negligent. This was no joke.

"No need for formalities, just take me to see Prince Zhuang's uncle." Jiuli raised his chin slightly, looking very arrogant, without even looking down, and did not even put down the whip in his hand, but just pointed in the distance.

"Yes." The eunuch bent over and trotted ahead to lead the way, secretly complaining in his heart. My Lord, please be more careful! If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to the advice and not sent an invitation to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. Now, he has been invited here!

The anxious eunuch dared not show it, and only hoped that King Zhuang would stop being so absurd. After all, others might not know who the King of Yan was, but how could the King not know?

The polo field was bustling with activity at this time. The competition between the red and blue teams was in full swing. The wonderful skills were dazzling, but not many people were watching the polo match.

The King of Zhuang, who was sitting in the main seat, was surrounded by women, squinting his eyes, looking very happy and romantic. As for his nephew, the King of Yan? Tsk.

"Uncle Prince Zhuang, you asked me to come to the polo club, is it just to watch you do such dissolute and dirty things?" A voice as cold as cold water came, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps, and a group of people slowly appeared.

"Your humble servant greets His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan!" All of a sudden, everyone who was galloping on horseback and performing polo matches on the central field dismounted, lowered their heads and hands, and stared quietly at the grass under their feet.

They glanced at the young man in the lead with the corner of their eyes, and saw that his clothes were embroidered with intricate patterns of mountains and rivers. The young man's steps were light, but he seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

"Lin'an, what are you talking about? Come, take a seat." King Zhuang stood up and saluted, casually showing a bit of nonchalance. He narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something. He has been quite honest recently, right? !

"I don't think so." Jiuli glanced casually downwards, and after seeing a few familiar figures, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. It was really a piece of cake to find something after searching for a long time.

"Hey, Lin'an, you have lived in the deep palace for so many years, so you don't know that polo matches are extremely popular in the capital." King Zhuang avoided the main point and brought up the matter of polo matches instead.

"My servant greets His Highness." The woman stayed in King Zhuang's arms and did not stand up. Her tone was gentle and slightly nasal, her eyes were charming, and a part of her white waist was exposed.

"The rules in Uncle Wang's house have been somewhat relaxed." Upon seeing this, Jiuli flicked her sleeves and sat down on a chair nearby. Meng An and others stood behind her and immediately changed the table.

"She is new there, she is a bit hot-tempered and doesn't quite understand the rules of the Qin Empire. Why don't you pay your respects to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan?" King Zhuang patted the woman's butt and urged her, "If my nephew likes her, I don't mind giving her to you."

"I have no interest in this kind of stuff." Jiuli opened the folding fan on his waist and waved it twice. "Forget it, no need to be polite. Where was the performance just now? Continue."

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison, and the drums and music started again. After receiving the signal from King Zhuang, the drums and music also changed, turning into a full-blown killing sound, and unexpectedly became a formation-breaking song.

King Zhuang changed his posture, sat down with his body tilted, and immediately smiled, introducing food, drink and entertainment. As for others, how could they have such a comfortable and carefree life?

"This was raised by my uncle at a huge price. It is in no way inferior to the music bureau in the palace. What do you think of it, Lin'an?" Seeing Jiuli's eyes cast towards the musician and mentioning this matter, King Zhuang's face was full of pride.

"It's okay." Jiuli withdrew her gaze and continued drinking tea.

"Uncle Wang asked you to come here, of course there must be a reason for Uncle Wang." King Zhuang turned his head mysteriously, and when he saw the two people in his arms, he pushed them to the ground and said with disgust, "You are disheveled and have inappropriate words and deeds in front of guests. You will be beaten to death."

"Yes." Several eunuchs nearby walked out quickly, covered the two men's mouths and pulled them away.

"Oh?" The action of fiddling with the cup did not stop.

"Lin'an, you don't know that although I, your uncle, am not good at either literature or martial arts, I have two strengths. One is that I have a photographic memory, especially for height and appearance, and the other is that I am a good painter." King Zhuang said.

"In that case, Uncle Wang and Father are more suitable, right?" Jiuli did not respond, but lowered her head and sipped her tea, then said nonchalantly, "Could it be that there is another reason why Prince Zhuang does not enter the palace every year and even the princess does not participate in the royal banquets?"

"That's wrong." King Zhuang waved his hand, a trace of guilt flashed across his face, he straightened his expression, and leaned to the side, "A few days ago, I went to the Huguo Temple in the suburbs to burn incense, and accidentally found traces of someone living in the back mountain. After careful observation, it turned out to be someone from Ning Shangguo.

How can I not be concerned about the hostile forces of the Qin Dynasty? "

He secretly calculated in his mind that if it was true, then he would have made a great contribution and his brother the Emperor would look up to him; if it was false, then there would not be much loss and naturally others would have to test the waters first.

"That's it? Uncle Wang, if you have time, you should read more about military strategies. I have something else to do." He gestured to Meiruo.

"Hey, take a look before you leave." King Zhuang waved from behind.

Jiuli climbed onto the horse and asked why King Zhuang used her to get rid of the two concubines. Was it premeditated or a sudden decision? The two concubines could be beaten to death at any time, but in this situation?

"Mei Ruo, thoroughly investigate Prince Zhuang's mansion, and don't let go of the Huguo Temple." What good things could there be in the Huguo Temple of the previous dynasty?

It's just a reputation, and my father had to seal it with a pinch of his nose. Maybe it's a good thing to solve it.