Chapter 144 If a Person Does Not Work for Himself, He Will Be Punished by Heaven and Earth

The hall fell into silence.

Only the increasingly rapid and painful gasps could be clearly heard.

Yan Ling's face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping down his face. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. His body was curled up abnormally, and he was tortured by the pain and even his mind was a little unclear.

Yan Donghuang said nothing and reviewed the memorials on the table one by one.

Time flowed slowly, quietly and long.

After half an hour, the gasps seemed to have calmed down.

Yan Donghuang closed the memorial in his hand and put it aside. He looked up at the tired and pale Yan Ling, and his voice was as cold as frost:

"I thought you would be more obedient after Miao Qiyuan died, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient and have no sense of crisis at all."

Yan Ling's body shook, and he suddenly raised his head. Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his voice trembled faintly: "You... you knew it a long time ago..."

"I do know your details." Yan Donghuang put down his pen, stood up and walked around the imperial desk, looking down at Yan Ling, "You have no power or connections in the court, but you are best at deceiving people, instigating others to oppose me in the name of concern, and when I eliminate dissidents one by one, are you waiting to reap the benefits?"

Just like in the previous life, seemingly indifferent to the world, kind and harmless, but secretly reminding Yan Ming to eliminate dissidents all the time, until only Yan Donghuang was left in the end

A princess with outstanding military achievements was murdered by her brother, who she helped to ascend the throne, which eventually led to the overthrow of the dynasty and the change of the throne. Throughout thousands of years of history, it was also a major upheaval that was unprecedented.

Yan Ling's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body shook involuntarily.

Yan Donghuang's mouth corners slightly raised, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Let me guess, when the other princes are dead, how do you want to deal with me? Plant a pawn in the palace, wait for me to get pregnant in the future, bribe the midwife to let me die with one body?"

Yan Ling slowly clenched his hands, even his lips were pale, and fear gradually emerged in his eyes.

"Or alienate and divide my Qingluan Army generals, let them kill each other for the position of the chief general?"

As Yan Donghuang finished speaking, Yan Ling seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground in despair and powerlessness.

This is impossible.

Impossible.

He was obviously disguised so well, why could Yan Donghuang see through all his thoughts so quickly?

Yan Zhang and Yan Ming are the ambitious ones. Even if Yan Donghuang is suspicious, he should be suspicious of them first.

Why is she staring at him with all her eyes?

Where did he reveal his flaws?

Yan Ling suddenly felt a strong resentment and unwillingness in his heart. He hated Yan Donghuang for seeing through his mind and his disguise so quickly, hated her self-righteous intelligence and strength, and hated her for always being superior.

"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth..." Yan Ling raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his face, and suddenly laughed lightly with a hint of sarcasm, "We are both descendants of the royal family. Why can you sit on this position, but I can't even dream of it? Yan Donghuang, there is no such reason in the world."

"You are right, you are qualified to fight, and you can even fight by any means." Yan Donghuang nodded calmly, "So you are not as skilled as others, and you should accept your fate."

After saying this, Yan Donghuang ordered coldly: "Come here!"

Four guards came in from outside the palace and knelt down together: "Your Majesty, please give your orders."

"Prince An has ulterior motives, is deceiving people, and has evil intentions. Drag him out and give him fifty lashes, demote him to a commoner, and after his injuries heal, send him to the border and never return to the imperial city!"

After the words fell, Yan Ling's face turned pale: "Donghuang, you...you can't do this..."

"Of course I can." Yan Donghuang looked down at him coldly, "Have you forgotten? I am the Son of Heaven, and I have the power of killing."

The position of the Son of Heaven, the power of life and death.

It has always been the goal that Yan Ling has been pursuing, how could he forget it?

The guards stepped forward and dragged Yan Ling out on the left and right.

Yan Ling struggled and yelled hysterically: "Yan Donghuang, you just ascended the throne and eliminated dissidents. You used trumped-up charges against your brother. All the civil and military officials in the court would not accept it! You have no right to demote me to a commoner. I am a prince, and I am the son of my father! My father is still alive, and it is not your turn to demote me-ah!"

The screams quickly replaced the angry shouts.

The palace servants and eunuchs in the hall all knelt on the ground, their faces pale with fear, and they dared not breathe.

The court stick fell on him again and again, and Yan Ling tried his best to endure it.

But the pain that seemed to break all the bones in his body was definitely not something that a pampered prince could endure.

Even if he clenched his teeth, there was still a painful groan leaking out of his throat.

"Yan Donghuang." Prince An held the spring stool tightly with both hands, and squeezed out a painful and trembling voice from his teeth, "You... do you think that your father... does your father really value you? You... do you think... do you think that your mother is really a palace maid? Hahaha... hahaha, you are the most stupid, you are not qualified... not qualified to sit on this throne, you are not qualified..."

Yan Donghuang's expression was indifferent, and he listened to the movement outside without saying a word. He didn't even notice Yuan Ziying's worried look at her.

The movement outside gradually died down.

A guard entered the hall and knelt down: "Your Majesty, Prince An fainted."

Yan Donghuang's voice was cold, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry: "How many times did you hit him?"

"Twenty-four."

"The rest will be owed first and made up for it another day." Yan Donghuang ordered coldly, "Send him back to Prince An's Mansion. From today on, no one is allowed to enter or leave Prince An's Mansion except the imperial physician in the palace."

"Yes!"

The guards outside the hall quickly carried the fainted Prince An away.

Yuan Ziying secretly looked at the emperor's face, guessing that she suddenly let Prince An go because of the words he said.

Is your mother a palace maid?

Is there another reason why the emperor loves your majesty?

Although I don't know whether what Yan Ling said is true or false, maybe he just deliberately used some specious words to arouse Yan Donghuang's suspicion and then keep him alive, or maybe what he said is somewhat true.

But Yuan Ziying thinks none of this matters.

"Your Majesty." Yuan Ziying said carefully, "Your Majesty, you don't need to take what Prince An said to heart. Didn't Your Majesty just say that he is best at deceiving people? Maybe this is his brilliance, and his purpose is self-evident."

Yan Donghuang glanced at her: "What do you think I am thinking?"

Yuan Ziying shook her head: "I don't know."

"You are a female official now, you can call yourself a minister."

Yuan Ziying was silent for a moment, and said truthfully: "I am a female official, and I feel that I am not worthy of the title."

Yan Donghuang turned around and sat down behind the desk. Just as he was about to pick up the memorial, Yan Ling's words rang in his ears:

Do you think your father really loves you?

Do you think your mother is a palace maid?

You are the most stupid, haha, you are not qualified to be an emperor at all...

Yan Donghuang frowned, and his eyebrows and eyes were more thoughtful.