Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne

Chapter 586: Three hundred Chapters on some issues in Lingnan_3

"Then you can find someone to draft the laws now." He Lianfang didn’t particularly like eating the small fragrant melon; it was too sweet for him. "This way, when you get to Lingnan, you can immediately issue the new laws."

"Oh, right, I should do it now." Zhao Yao, ignoring the small fragrant melon, said with a troubled expression, "I don’t have anyone familiar with the law by my side."

"You can ask your third uncle for help." He Lianfang cheerfully suggested, selling out his teammate without hesitation, "He is familiar with the laws of the previous dynasty, and even the one before that."

"Really?" Zhao Yao’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, then he thought of something else and asked, "Does my third uncle know the laws of Lingnan?"

"He knows the laws of the previous dynasty; do you think he doesn’t know the laws of Lingnan?"

"Sorry, I asked a very stupid question." Zhao Yao quickly finished the remaining small fragrant melon in his hand and said hastily, "Then I’ll immediately write a letter to my third uncle to ask him to help me revise the laws of Lingnan."

He Lianfang added, "You can also consult him about the policies for benefiting the people; he understands that area too."

"Oh, right, how could I forget this?" Zhao Yao recalled in the letters his uncle previously sent him mentioning the policies of various dynasties at different times. "Third uncle is really a treasure; I can’t believe I forgot to consult him on these matters." Having a great treasure by his side, he actually forgot to "use" it.

Zhao Yao was a man of instant action. After finishing the small fragrant melon in his hand, he ran to the study to write a letter to his third uncle. Only after writing the letter did he start learning military strategy with He Lianfang.

After studying military strategy, it was already late, so Zhao Yao decided to stay the night.

The master and disciple sat in the courtyard, eating barbecue.

While they were talking, the housekeeper, who hadn’t spoken all along, appeared, holding a letter in his hand, and presented it with both hands to He Lianfang.

He Lianfang put down his bowl and chopsticks, took the letter, noticed it was from the Western Regions, slightly raised his eyebrows, and then began to read it.

Seeing He Lianfang’s expression change after reading the letter, Zhao Yao hurriedly asked, "Second Uncle, what’s wrong? Did something happen?"

He Lianfang handed the letter to Zhao Yao while saying, "Yuan Han is dead."

"What?" Zhao Yao exclaimed, quickly taking the letter and reading it with his head lowered. Shortly after, he finished reading, and his expression became somewhat heavy. "Yuan Han is actually dead!" His guess turned out to be correct; Yuan Qiong died, and the next one to die was Yuan Han. In less than a month, Yuan Han was dead; was the Eighth Prince too hasty?

"It was expected, just didn’t think it would happen so fast," He Lianfang said. "It seems the Southern Wei people couldn’t wait to eliminate the Yuan Family."

"Losing two sons all at once, the Marquis of Jingyang will probably go mad." Zhao Yao didn’t feel any sympathy for the Yuan Family. He only thought the Eighth Prince’s actions were too fast, risking exposure.

"Next will be Prince Chen," He Lianfang said indifferently. "With the Southern Wei’s speed for revenge, I’m afraid it won’t be long before Prince Chen will meet his end."

After he finished speaking, seeing Zhao Yao’s complex expression without saying anything, He Lianfang teased him, "What, can’t bear to see your Sixth Brother killed?"

"A bit, although Sixth Brother and I aren’t close, he’s still my Sixth Brother. Knowing he’s about to be killed, it’s complicated for me."

"Blood is thicker than water?" He Lianfang’s tone was somewhat mocking, "In Prince Chen’s heart, there’s no such brother as you."

"I know. If I remain indifferent to my Sixth Brother’s impending death, wouldn’t I be too cold and heartless?" Zhao Yao exaggeratedly said, "I’m still a kid; I can’t be indifferent to killing."

He Lianfang disdainfully dismissed Zhao Yao’s exaggerated expression and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you’re just a kid."

"With the Yuan Family suddenly losing two legitimate sons, there will probably be an uproar in the capital."

He Lianfang asked, "What’s it got to do with you?"

Zhao Yao thought for a moment and agreed.

"Right, it’s none of my business." He said this, but his mood was still a bit heavy, not for Prince Chen’s impending death but for the bloody turmoil to follow. He believed that after his Sixth Brother’s death, peace in the capital would be completely gone.

"I don’t understand what’s so good about fighting for that position," Zhao Yao complained once more, "What’s so good about being an emperor, working tirelessly reviewing memorials every day, with lots of trivial matters to handle."

"That’s because you’re stupid," He Lianfang mocked without mercy.

"Second Uncle, you’re wrong; I’m not stupid, I’m smart," Zhao Yao replied with a grin, "No one in this world is as clear-headed as I am."

He Lianfang, amused and annoyed, said, "Well, you really are clear-headed."

"Sigh, this is called ’everyone is drunk while I am sober.’