Chapter 865: It's Actually You
Chapter 655 MoneyChapter 865, It's Actually You
Li Yinhu has no special talent, the only thing is that people who have met him will not forget.
He was certain he had definitely seen the person in front of him before.
But because he couldn't see his appearance, he couldn't determine who the other person was.
As if sensing Li Yinhu's confusion, the slightly stooped old man in front of him took off his hood, revealing his face.
Although the man in front of him was considerably older and bore little resemblance to his spirited self from memory, Li Yinhu recognized him at first glance.
" Duan Jiangjiang!!! You're not dead!"
Li Yinhu's expression and tone of voice clearly showed just how shocked he was.
The old man before them was none other than the former Minister of the East Pavilion, the top official in the court, Duan Jinjiang.
Everyone thought Duan Jiangjiang was dead, but he appeared right before them, alive and well.
Duan Jinjiang broke into a horrifying smile and said, "I bet the prince is surprised. Not only am I alive, but I'm doing well."
Li Yinhu widened his eyes and said, “You weren't clearly executed by the prince, how did you survive”
“My master is a good person who has the blessing of heaven. The prince killed my master but didn't die, so it's the prince's turn to suffer.”
This sentence was answered on behalf of Long Huaigui.
Li Yinhǔ said: "Now I understand why the two of you hate the Crown Prince so much. You are both seeking revenge for your families being destroyed, no wonder, no wonder."
"Du Jianjiang said faintly, 'Even if our families are destroyed, my master and I are still fine here. Since we're alive, we should let the prince taste the same.' "
Li Yinhu said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "You want to copy the East Palace of the Prince, I have no objections. But if you wipe out the family, wouldn't that include me too"
"Does the prince still think that the Crown Prince is your brother" Duan Jiang asked back.
Li Yinhu said calmly, "The struggle for imperial power is between father and son, and between siblings."
"Isn't that it"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
After a simple greeting, Li Yinhu invited the two to sit down and then said: “Before, this king has always been curious about who the master behind Long Huaiyu is and what his purpose is. Now that I have met Mr. Duan, there is no need to think too much. As for Mr. Duan’s motives, this king absolutely does not doubt them.”
But.
Li Yinhu changed the subject and said, "This king has another question that needs clarification from both of you."
At this point, Li Yinhǔ’s gaze fixed fiercely on Long Huáiyu and Duan Jǐnjiāng. He said, “Which of my royal uncles are the ones backing you”
"It seems he already expected Li Yinhou to ask this, Duan Jinjiang replied with an unchanged expression: "Actually, this person is easy to guess. The prince should have known all along."
Duan Jinchang smiled faintly and said, "Wen Wang is currently at odds with Zhao Xuanji, their relationship as incompatible as water and fire. It is inevitable that Wen Wang will have to kill Zhao Xuanji."
Li Yinhu didn't need to ask to know what was going on.
King Wen's favorite son was killed by Zhao Xuanji, although Li Chen was the one who started it. But how could King Wen let Zhao Xuanji off
And Jiang's attitude was also a response to his question.
Silence implies consent.
"So it is, many things, this king has understood."
Li Yinhu spoke in a low voice, "Zhao Xuanji is about to rebel. What are your plans, King Wen"
Li Yinhu was not most afraid of the Donggong's counterattacks and arrangements. In his view, no matter how much Li Chen prepared, he would likely be unable to withstand Zhao Xuanji's decades of meticulous calculations within the court.
What scares him is that if King Wen intervenes under the pretext of assisting, then there's a high probability he won't be able to get away with it.lone an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts.”Li Tianzun seemed to be able to read minds, as if he had seen Li Chen's thoughts. With a half-smile, he said, "A small bottle that has never held...