Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

When Shao Zhongxi was about to reach the entrance of the capital, he was intercepted again. Naturally, these people who came to intercept him never had a chance.

Ever since the death of the Defender General, Shao Zhongxi was the new God of War in the hearts of the people. There was no way that the God of War was weak.

Because of this, the Ji family and Consort Yi both felt that Wei Zizhan was most likely being escorted by the War God, Shao Zhongxi. Thus, not only would they send people to intercept Shao Zhongxi, but they would also send the strongest people to intercept Shao Zhongxi.

However, it was still useless.

In the capital, the Ji family and Consort Yi’s people received news that other than the carriage that Shao Zhongxi had personally escorted, the other carriages had been found empty. Wei Zizhan was not there, so the Ji family and Consort Yi’s people naturally targeted the carriage that Shao Zhongxi was escorting.

Shao Zhongxi had just entered the Imperial Capital when many masked archers appeared on the rooftops on both sides of the street and shot arrows at the carriage.

Having expected this, the Shao family members who were already lying in ambush nearby immediately jumped onto the roof and slit the necks of all the archers from behind.

Only then did Shao Zhongxi lead his group and the carriage to the Imperial Palace.

When the Ji family received the news, they were even more certain that the Crown Prince was in the carriage that Shao Zhongxi was escorting. Although they had already suffered heavy losses, it would take many years to train a new batch of professionals. They had not even killed the Crown Prince yet, and they had already lost hundreds of professionals in this period of time. They did not have many left.

However, victory or defeat depended on this very last move. If they could not kill the Crown Prince, it would be even more difficult to kill him in the future.

Once the Crown Prince returned to the palace and was acknowledged, not only would he have the protection of the Shao family, but he would also have the protection of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.

Ji Yi was already dead. Even if their men of sacrifice were in the hands of the Shao family, they could still bluff their way through as long as they refused to admit it and said that it was slander.

Because the Emperor was merciful and had always wanted to be a benevolent ruler. For so many years, unless there was solid evidence, the Emperor would not casually punish anyone.

Since they couldn’t get away with it, they would only resort to rebelling if pushed to a corner and had to fight back.

With this thought in mind, Marquis Ji sent out almost all of his remaining men of sacrifice to kill the Crown Prince in the carriage that Shao Zhongxi was escorting.

Just as Marquis Ji sent out the last group of people to stop Shao Zhongxi, the Prime Minister and the palanquin landed at the foot of the steps in front of the royal study.

Behind them were two big red wooden boxes.

Every day, at this time, they would ask someone to carry two big red wooden boxes to the royal study with them. Inside these two big red wooden boxes were memorials that the Prime Minister and the Imperial Censor had arranged and handled for the Emperor to read.

The carriage was still very big, and there were many memorials every day. They were naturally decided by Emperor Hao, and some small things were handled by the Prime Minister and the Imperial Censor. Emperor Hao only needed to look through them briefly

The Prime Minister and the Imperial Censor got off the chair and went up the steps.

The people behind them continued to carry the two large wooden boxes and followed behind them.

At the entrance of the royal study, the head eunuch opened two boxes, in turn, to check as usual. The first box indeed contained memorials, but when the second box was opened, there was a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting inside. The head eunuch’s heart skipped a beat, and he tried not to let his expression reveal what he had seen.

He closed the wooden box again and bowed to the Prime Minister and Imperial Censor. “Yes, these are all memorials. Please..”