"But times have changed; we now have a common enemy, and naturally, there needs to be a reason for all the brothers to gather in the Imperial Capital."
Wenren Pingting shook her head sorrowfully, "Even so, in reality, keeping the Dowager Consorts here stabilizes the Imperial Capital City but also serves to keep these Princes uneasy, ensuring they do not act too rashly."
Now, in order to demonstrate a sincerity to cooperate, Your Highness wants to release the Dowager Consorts. After that, there will be nothing to threaten them with. If these people retaliate, I fear the Imperial Capital City will be in danger."
"Not everything is so pessimistic. I believe once they know the truth, they will not cause chaos again."
Artists still hold on to hope for life, but Wenren Pingting remained pessimistic.
"The Eldest Prince is one thing, but how should we resolve the issue of the Ninth Prince? When the Late Emperor passed, the Dowager Consorts stubbornly had Dowager Concubine Jinghong buried with him. By the time the Ninth Prince arrived, he was greeted not by his birth mother, but a memorial tablet. How will we explain this then?"
At that time, the battle had just begun, and the Late Emperor had just passed, and even Yuwen Luanfei had not arrived in the Imperial Capital City.
Knowing the Emperor had passed, the Dowager Consorts not only failed to control the chaos in the Imperial Palace but instead immediately sought to execute Dowager Concubine Jinghong, the woman who had captivated the Late Emperor for most of his life, under the guise of letting her follow in death.
That Dowager Concubine Jinghong was the Ninth Prince’s birth mother, a woman as beautiful as a water lily.
Thinking of the tragic death of Dowager Concubine Jinghong, Yuwen Luanfei couldn’t help but frown.
He could only vaguely say, "In the end, Dowager Concubine Jinghong was buried with the Late Emperor, which is also a kind of honor. The ninth brother will understand."
Wenren Pingting sighed, doubting that Yuwen Luanfei even convinced himself with his words.
Yuwen Jun’s journey to the south was gaining momentum, who knew if he was willing to cooperate.
"Your Highness, are you sure you do not want to reconsider?"
Yuwen Luanfei shook his head helplessly, "This concerns the entire land and is not the time for us brothers to linger on personal grievances. I believe the ninth brother will certainly be able to discern right from wrong."
After all, their current enemy was not each other but the Fifth Imperial Uncle.
If they do not join forces, being defeated one by one by the Fifth Imperial Uncle would leave none of them in a good position.
Moreover, he still had Bai Junjun. If the ninth brother could move south for Bai Junjun, then naturally, he could also call off his troops for her...
Yuwen Luanfei’s brows were deeply furrowed, uncertain about the future.
But he was just an ordinary person; all he could do was this much.
Wenren Pingting sorrowfully said, "If Your Highness has made up your mind, when the Ninth Prince arrives, we must be wary of Dowager Consort Liu, especially since the Third Prince has just left. Dowager Consort Liu may not treat the Ninth Prince kindly, potentially undermining Your Highness’s plans."
Yuwen Luanfei’s expression became gentle, and he nodded with a smile.
"Pingting truly is the perceptive one in my service."
Wenren Pingting slightly curved her lips in response.
Bai Junjun, of course, knew nothing of the affairs within the Imperial Palace.
At this moment, she and Li Wenli lay on the roof of Dongsheng Tavern like phantoms, eavesdropping on the gossip below.
They had been squatting for quite some time, yet everything in Dongsheng Tavern seemed normal.
But exactly because everything appeared normal, it seemed all the more abnormal.
After all, on that day, they had clearly seen Zhao Xiaomiao at the headquarters of Thousand Miles, and Eunuch Zou even gave her a medicinal pill to swallow.
Yet now that Thousand Miles has been raided for quite a few days, these people acted as if they knew nothing—was that normal?
It was obviously a cover-up.
After squatting for seven or eight days, Dongsheng Tavern finally showed signs of activity.
They saw Zhao Xiaomiao, who normally went straight to sleep after washing, stealthily get up and leave in a black cloak while everyone else was asleep.
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of excitement in each other’s eyes.