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Shi Yun couldn't help but marvel at Ze's boldness, yet he found himself inexplicably drawn to the list before him. It had to be said that Ze's investigation was thorough; he analyzed the candidates for Crown Prince from ten different angles, including character, knowledge, maternal traits, and family background.
The current Emperor had nine sons. Excluding the three who had already lost their qualifications, the oldest was fourteen and the youngest just over a year old, yet Ze had marked an X next to all their names.
Shi Yun frowned as he examined the reasons behind the marks. He found Ze's analysis reasonable, which only added to his headache. With a bitter smile, he thought, none of them are suitable. You can't seriously be considering selecting a successor from the royal family, can you? The Emperor would never agree; with just one edict, all your analysis would be rendered meaningless.
In our time under the Chongjing Emperor, we both experienced the people's suffering. Choosing an excellent Monarch is crucial for a nation's stability; I need not elaborate further.
The Emperor has become muddled; he has already been struck down by three failures. But we cannot afford to be confused. Even if an edict has been issued, it can still be changed—wasn't the rise of the Chongjing Emperor a prime example?
The fourth Monarch of the Great Jing Dynasty should not have been him! Yet before he ascended, the Crown Prince had mysteriously disappeared. Although they had pinned the cause of death on the Sang Family, you and I both know it wasn't that simple; no body was ever found—it remains an unsolved case.
Shi Yun refrained from voicing his objections and continued to peruse the list of royal family members. Finding no satisfactory candidates, he muttered that if one were to consider qualifications for emperorship, Yongxin Marquis with royal blood would be more suitable—if only his lineage came from his mother.
Ze's eyes lit up. "You think so too?"
Shi Yun flipped the list over and slammed it onto the table before pushing it back toward Ze. "We've wasted enough time here with your nonsense; how much work have you disrupted? Get out! No need for farewells."
Ze laughed heartily a few times before burning the paper in the fire and turning to leave decisively. He knew Shi Yun had taken his words to heart.
After returning home, Qin Junyong vented all his frustrations on his servants, cursing Qi Xiaomian, the Chancellor, even his own brothers, and at times even Xuande Emperor himself.
His words made their way back to the palace. Upon hearing them, Xuande Emperor nearly spat blood in anger but ultimately recognized that Qin Junyong was still his son and that their family's reputation was at stake.
So late at night, he sent a eunuch to reprimand him with a few words of caution and repeatedly instructed Qin Junyong to reflect on his behavior and not cause further trouble.
Qin Junyong nodded in acknowledgment at that time. After sending off the eunuch, a smile crept back onto his face. As long as his father was willing to scold him and teach him, it wasn't such a big deal; rather, it highlighted his uniqueness.
Having committed such a blunder yet still receiving protection from His Majesty—wasn't that exceptional? It seemed that the position of Crown Prince was destined for him.
With sleep now eluding him, Qin Junyong ordered a lavish banquet from the kitchen and summoned singers from his household to entertain himself throughout the night.
As dawn broke and he still felt unsatisfied, unable to sit still in his residence, he began planning to invite his friends to indulge in some revelry in the pleasure districts for a few days while boasting about his father's affection for him.
He carefully selected an extravagant outfit in purple and gold and was just about to head out when the Guard Captain reported, "Your Highness, we have discovered Shi Yuan's whereabouts near the Suburbs of the Capital."
Qin Junyong's expression changed instantly. "Are you sure? Don't tell me you've made a mistake!"
"There’s no mistake," replied the captain confidently. "Following your orders, we have stationed guards at every entrance into the capital. He is coming from Yingzhou on an old horse he acquired from somewhere; he's moving slowly but should arrive in two days."
Qin Junyong said angrily, "Father was right; the Wish Fruit is not dead! It survived the fall from such a high cliff. What a lucky fruit! I just wonder how many lives it actually has left!"
"Your Highness, are you thinking of taking action? But His Majesty has instructed you not to interfere any further."
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