Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne

Chapter 563: Chapter 294: Revenge_3

At this moment, Marquis Jingyang learned that his second son had been killed. His body shook violently, and he almost fell, but fortunately, he managed to support himself on the table.

"Who killed him?" Marquis Jingyang asked with a sinister expression, his tone venomous, "Who dares to kill Erlang?"

The steward of the Yuan Family reported truthfully, "Family Head, it was the Xiongnu people."

"Xiongnu people?" Marquis Jingyang’s eyes flashed with suspicion, and then he asked with a gloomy face, "Which Xiongnu people?"

"Currently, it’s unclear which tribe they belong to," the steward of the Yuan Family said, "but it is certain that they are Xiongnu."

Marquis Jingyang had various suspicions at heart, the Xiongnu Royal Court? People of the Right Virtuous King? People of the Left Virtuous King? Or people from other tribes?

It couldn’t be people of the Right Virtuous King. The Right Virtuous King had deep ties with their Yuan Family and couldn’t have killed Erlang.

As for the Left Virtuous King, he probably didn’t know about the Yuan Family’s dealings with the Right Virtuous King. However, the Left Virtuous King should know Erlang’s identity, so it couldn’t be him who killed Erlang.

People from the Xiongnu Royal Court also seemed unlikely, but not impossible. They knew Erlang’s identity and might have resorted to violence to provoke Great Zhou.

The possibility of people from other tribes was very high. Their Yuan Family’s business in the Western Regions was extensive, attracting the envy of some Xiongnu tribes.

"Family Head, how about writing a letter to the Right Virtuous King, asking him for help in the investigation?" the steward suggested, "The Right Virtuous King’s investigation would be faster than ours."

"You’re right." Marquis Jingyang, overwhelmed with anger and grief, had not thought of asking the Right Virtuous King for help in his investigation.

Just as Marquis Jingyang picked up the pen to write the letter, he found his hand trembling so much that he couldn’t write. He asked the steward to write the letter for him.

Once the steward finished the letter, Marquis Jingyang instructed him not to inform the family of Erlang’s incident until his body was returned home.

The steward saw that Marquis Jingyang seemed to have aged ten years in an instant and consoled him, "Family Head, please take care of yourself."

"Inform Dalang about what happened to Erlang, and have him personally go to the Western Regions to bring Erlang back." When Marquis Jingyang said this, tears filled his eyes, and he choked on his words, "Have him meet the Right Virtuous King."

"Yes, Family Head."

Marquis Jingyang waved his hand towards the steward, who quickly retreated.

After the steward left, Marquis Jingyang could no longer suppress his inner sorrow and silently wept.

After leaving the study, the steward sent out the letter Marquis Jingyang had just written.

The letter was sent out of the capital that very night, but it was intercepted shortly after leaving the city. The courier was knocked out, and when he awoke, he held a forged letter in his hand. He could only obediently follow the other’s orders and continue delivering the letter.

The next morning, when the Eighth Prince woke up, Yu Hai handed him the letter Marquis Jingyang had written to the Right Virtuous King.

After reading the letter, the Eighth Prince’s face turned cold and sinister.

"Marquis Jingyang and the Right Virtuous King are really good brothers!"

Yu Hai was frightened by the Eighth Prince’s fierce demeanor and did not dare to speak.

"Have Wuwei not do anything for now, continue to lure the snake out of its hole."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Eighth Prince put the letter away, knowing it would be very useful in the future.

"Your Highness, the Tenth Prince told the servant last night that he won’t be joining you for breakfast today. He wants to sleep in and then accompany the Emperor to meet Mr. Meng."

The Eighth Prince’s previously clouded face brightened immediately, and he smiled slightly, "I predicted he wouldn’t come to have breakfast with me."

"Your Highness knows the Tenth Prince well."

After a simple breakfast, the Eighth Prince went to Chengguang Hall for the morning court. Upon arriving at the side hall of Chengguang Hall, he was surrounded by a group of ministers.

These ministers supported the Crown Prince, and they usually had a good relationship with the Eighth Prince. They hurriedly asked the Eighth Prince why the Emperor was taking the Tenth Prince to see Mr. Meng instead of the Crown Prince.

The Eighth Prince was not surprised that the ministers knew Zhao Yao was going to see Mr. Meng. He quickly explained that it was because Zhao Yao had developed the printing technology and the curved plow, among other things.

The ministers were somewhat skeptical of this, as they did not think what Zhao Yao had achieved was impressive, nor worthy of special attention from Mr. Meng.

The Eighth Prince sneered inwardly, thinking them a bunch of fools!

Shortly after, the Crown Prince arrived and asked the Eighth Prince the same question.

The Eighth Prince repeated word for word what he had told the ministers to the Crown Prince.

After hearing it, the Crown Prince was also a bit doubtful. However, after thinking it over, in addition to this reason, there wasn’t anything else that would merit Mr. Meng’s special invitation to meet the Tenth Brother.