Children of Loulan

Chapter 417 Who will benefit from this?

As soon as the news of the events that happened in Prince Cheng's Palace and the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace reached the king's ears, he was like an angry lion, leaping with rage in the solemn and dignified imperial study, "Humph! It's really good! Look at them one after another, they can't wait to kill their own brothers!"

Aishan, who was standing by, was so frightened by the king's anger that he trembled all over and dared not even breathe. Even if he heard these words, he dared not let them go in one ear and out the other. After hearing them, he had to forget them immediately and dared not keep any of them in his mind.

The king exhaled heavily, then stared at Aisan with a sharp gaze and asked, "Aishan, in your opinion, are my sons really so impatient to start eliminating dissidents?"

Aishan was already frightened out of his wits, his face pale as paper. Facing the king's sudden question, how could he dare to say anything? But if he didn't answer the king's question, he was afraid of offending the emperor. Helplessly, he could only suppress the fear and panic in his heart, and trembled and replied: "Your servant... Your servant is terrified!"

The king could not help but snort when he saw this. The sound seemed to come from the Netherworld, making one's hair stand on end. "Fearful? I will pardon you for now. Just tell me the truth. Were these two things done by each other?"

Aishan felt beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, soaking his clothes and making him feel a chill running down his spine. At this moment, he was in a dilemma. Whether he favored the crown prince or other princes, it would most likely bring disaster upon himself.

After weighing the pros and cons again and again, he took a deep breath and answered carefully in a trembling voice: "My king, in my opinion, the prince is the heir to the throne and will be the future successor to the throne. This is an indisputable and unchangeable fact! Besides, His Royal Highness King Cheng has always been indifferent to court affairs in his early years. He only wanted to venture into the world and live a free and easy life. If it weren't for your repeated summons, I'm afraid His Royal Highness King Cheng might not be willing to stay in the capital for a long time, let alone serve as an official in the court. Therefore, I think it seems unlikely that there will be a desire for competition between the two of them!"

At this point, Aishan paused for a moment, secretly observing the king's expression. Seeing that he did not show any displeasure, he felt relieved and added, "And His Royal Highness Prince Xin, since the demise of Concubine Xian's family, he has been living in seclusion and rarely shows up in public. Even after marrying the princess, he still kept a low profile. Even now, Prince Xin and Princess Xin have not yet had any children!"

After hearing this, the king couldn't help but nod slightly to show his agreement: "Well, what you said makes sense. If it's not them, then who could it be?" He frowned slightly, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he wanted to see the truth behind it through the fog.

At this time, Aisan still maintained a respectful attitude and responded cautiously: "Your Majesty, I am stupid and slow, and it is difficult for me to think of the exact person for a while. But in my opinion, there may be some people with ulterior motives who secretly spy on the brotherhood and harmony between our princes. So they are jealous and resentful, and deliberately provoke conflicts and disputes between the princes, trying to make them turn against each other and trigger internal fighting. In this way, they can reap the benefits and achieve their ulterior motives. This possibility is not completely non-existent!"

The king remained silent, but slowly lowered his head, as if thinking about something important. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealed a trace of worry, and muttered to himself: "But, if they really encounter an accident or something unexpected happens, who can benefit from it?" After saying this, the king fell into deep thought again.

Aishan, who was standing nearby, quietly reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He secretly sighed in his heart that the king used to be wise and insightful, and could see through everything. However, in the past two years, for some unknown reason, the king became more and more suspicious, full of suspicion and doubts about the people and things around him.

Inside the East Palace, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the entire room dimly and warmly. Keremu sat quietly beside Hanguli's bed, his eyes never leaving her pale face. Hanguli closed her eyes tightly, still immersed in sleep, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, there was a slight noise, and a pair of small hands gently pushed open the door. A young figure walked into the room cautiously and came straight to the bed. He first bowed respectfully to Keremu, then raised his head and looked at Hanguli on the bed with clear and concerned eyes, and asked softly: "Father, the child is back to visit mother. I wonder how mother is doing now?"

Keremu turned around and saw the five-year-old boy in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. This boy was his and Hanguli's eldest son, Hawule. Although he was still young, he was well-behaved, sensible and smart.

Keremu smiled and touched Hawule's head, and replied softly: "Your mother is fine, but she is too weak. She still needs to rest well and sleep well to recover her strength." Hearing his father say this, Hawule's heart was finally relieved a little.

Then, Hawule seemed to remember something important and said quickly: "Father, my great-grandmother was very worried when she learned about mother's condition. She specially selected some precious supplements and asked me to bring them back for mother to take good care of her body. I have ordered people to send these supplements to the small kitchen, and I will ask the cook to make them into a nourishing soup for mother later." After saying that, he blinked his bright big eyes and looked at Keremu with anticipation.

Keremu nodded slightly to show his approval, then looked at Hawule with a gentle gaze and asked softly, "Have you ever thanked your great-grandmother in person for her concern for your mother?"

Hawuer nodded vigorously and answered seriously: "Father, I have already thanked my great-grandmother! You taught me to be grateful before, and I have always kept these words in mind!"

Hearing that his son was so sensible, Keremu smiled with satisfaction, and then asked Hawul about his studies with concern: "How have you been doing with your homework recently? Have you been scolded by your teacher for being lazy or not concentrating?"

Hawule straightened his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, father. I have completed my homework on time according to the teacher's requirements. Although sometimes the teacher gets angry because I don't do well in some areas, my great-grandmother once told me that when learning from a teacher, if the learning is not ideal, the teacher is anxious to scold us because he hopes that we can become talents. As the saying goes, 'I hate iron for not being able to make steel.' Therefore, I am not afraid of the teacher's scolding, but I am just worried that I haven't done well enough and have failed the teacher's painstaking efforts."