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"Fifth Prince, if we really write down the mastermind, the Third Prince won't let us go..."

Yesterday, when they confessed, they still held some hope.

After all, it was just a verbal confession.

But now.

If they really wrote it down, even if they got out, the Third Prince probably wouldn't spare them!

"If you don't write, I can kill you right now."

Well, there was no room for discussion at all.

Listening to Sheng Changge's words, both of them showed a hint of sorrow.

"I won't write, I'm going to die anyway!"

The Imperial Guard next to him stiffened his neck, going all out.

He also wanted to use this sentence to force Sheng Changge to back down.

If the letter wasn't written, they still had room to negotiate!

However.

This Fifth Prince's actions were completely unexpected by the Imperial Guard!

"Not writing? Then kill him."

With a casual wave, Sheng Changge called the Black Armor Guard behind him.

Upon receiving the order, the Black Armor Guard stepped forward and drew the saber from his waist.

A cold glint flashed...

"Puchi!"

Clutching his neck where a huge gash had appeared, the Imperial Guard looked at Sheng Changge in disbelief.

If Heaven could give him another chance...

"Plop~" The Imperial Guard Captain fell to the floor of the interrogation room.

Beside him.

The Purple-Robed Eunuch's face was already stained red with splashed blood.

Looking at the Imperial Guard Captain's body, which was twitching unconsciously after death at his feet, the Purple-Robed Eunuch's legs trembled like a sieve.

A warm wetness soaked his pants; he was completely scared stiff.

"This is the consequence of not writing."

Sheng Changge said, looking at the Purple-Robed Eunuch, "You, write or not write?"

"Write! This old servant will write right away!"

The Eunuch said hastily.

At the same time, he directly picked up the pen and ink on the table.

If he didn't write, he would die immediately; if he wrote, he could live for a while longer!

...

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

On the desk, a confession covered in dense handwriting appeared.

"Press your fingerprint."

Sheng Changge watched from the side.

The Purple-Robed Eunuch dared not be negligent.

When that bright red fingerprint was pressed onto it, this confession was truly complete.

He roughly glanced at it, and it clearly detailed Third Prince Sheng Tianlong's scheme and the entire process of forging the imperial decree.

Such a scheme made Sheng Changge couldn't help but sigh at this Imperial Brother's demonic intelligence.

He wanted to deal with the First Prince but didn't confront him directly, instead using his death to bring down the opponent.

Perhaps in this entire scheme.

The only miscalculation was that I was saved by the System before drinking the poisoned wine.

It was also because of his disregard for this Prince who had been demoted for three years that he obtained this fatal handle.

Having obtained what he needed, Sheng Changge ordered someone to escort the Purple-Robed Eunuch back to the dungeon.

In the mansion.

A carrier pigeon landed on Sheng Changge's hand.

"I didn't expect that the item I got from signing in this morning would be useful now."

Muttering to himself, Sheng Changge tied a rolled-up envelope to the carrier pigeon's leg.

"Go, send it to the Imperial Palace of the Capital, to Father Emperor."

The envelope.

It was precisely the confession written by the Purple-Robed Eunuch.

This was the Third Prince's handle, no doubt.

But Sheng Changge did not use it as a handle.

In his opinion, such a serious crime was enough to bring down Third Prince Sheng Tianlong!

When the Third Prince stepped down, he, who provided this information, would definitely re-enter the Emperor's sight!

He did not use any brilliant strategies; these were Sheng Changge's own thoughts.

...

After the carrier pigeon left.

Sheng Changge looked at the System panel.

The daily tasks were still quietly waiting for him to complete...

The Sun was high in the sky.

The high Sun was suspended in the air.

The setting Sun gradually fell.

In the Imperial Palace of Sheng Country.

The Emperor sat in the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, watching the setting Sun on the horizon, his expression showing some weariness.

"Has General Li not sent any good news about the war in the Northern Side?"

The Man in the dragon robe, with a flat tone, was asking the Eunuch behind him.

"Reporting to the Emperor, a few days ago, General Li said that military funds were tight, and the Northern Side is currently cold, and the soldiers' winter clothing is insufficient..."

"Hmph!"

Hearing these words, a hint of anger appeared on the Man's pale, heavily ill face: "Li Yuanyuan, this fellow, truly thinks I am incapable!"

"Military funds, money, clothing! Which of these have I not supported him with the entire strength of the country?!"

"But what about him?! For several months, has he brought me any good news?!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Speaking excitedly, the Man coughed violently again.

"Emperor, don't hurt your body with anger."

The serving Eunuch behind him advised, "The Xiongnu in the Northern Side have always been skilled in warfare, and General Li might indeed have difficulties."

"How lamentable..."

The Man wearing the dragon robe slowly shook his head: "My Sheng Country has nearly a hundred million people, yet such a vast country has no way to deal with those Northern Region barbarians!"

Listening to the Emperor's sigh, the Eunuch behind him also fell silent.

"Eunuch Wei, tell me, among my sons, who can take charge of the war in the Northern Region?"

The Man's sudden question made Eunuch Wei behind him slightly hesitant: "This Old Servant does not know, and dares not make rash judgments."

"Speak."

The Man's tone revealed a command.

"This..."

Eunuch Wei thought for a moment, and then spoke his thoughts: "None."

"Hahaha, I like hearing the truth."

The Man laughed heartily.

Only, there was a significant sense of loneliness in that smile.

"Then, in your opinion, among these Princes, who is the most capable of managing state affairs?"

In response to the Emperor's question, Eunuch Wei continued to answer: "In this Old Servant's opinion, among the many Princes, the First Prince, the Third Prince, and the Sixth Prince are capable of taking on important responsibilities."

"Among these three Princes, the First Prince has the support of seventy percent of the civil officials in the imperial court."

"The Third Prince, on the other hand, is deeply loved by the concubines in the harem."

"As for the Sixth Prince, he is supported more by the military generals."

Listening quietly to Eunuch Wei's words, the Man slowly nodded.

After a moment of contemplation, he mentioned the person who had a somewhat blurred impression on him: "What about the Fifth Prince?"

"Fifth Prince?"

Eunuch Wei's face clearly showed a hint of confusion.

What he didn't know was that when the Emperor reviewed the memorials this morning, he saw information about Qiushan City.

That Fifth Prince, whom he had demoted to the borderlands, had actually killed five hundred people with iron-blooded methods!

Such a temperament and means were not simple.

It was precisely this matter that made Sheng Changge reappear in the eyes of Emperor Sheng Fang.

"Fifth Prince, I haven't heard of anyone supporting him; compared to the other three Princes, there should still be some gap."

Eunuch Wei commented thus.

Yes.

Compared to personal ability, the support of ministers is more important.

Of course, if one's personal ability is outstanding, the support of ministers will not be lacking.

Sheng Fang did not continue speaking.

He slowly got up: "Let's go, the Sun has set."

In his words, Sheng Fang walked down from the Moon-Viewing Pavilion.

And at this moment.

A clean white pigeon flew to him from not far away.

Looking at this pigeon, Emperor Sheng Fang subconsciously raised his hand.

And the other party landed directly on his hand.

On the pigeon's leg, the tied paper tube was very obvious.

Taking off the letter...

The white pigeon flew away.