"Jing’Er, is your return to your maternal home this time for matters related to Yingji?" Patriarch Zhao Chengwen asked with a smile.

"Ancestor." Zhao Yijing’s face showed a slight hint of complaint, "Previously, Prince Anjun and the two Great Celestial Prides of the Wang Family stirred up quite a commotion in Upper Capital City, directly interfering in the Struggle of the Imperial Sons, which had a significant impact on the succession. At such a critical moment, how could Yingji, the Imperial Uncle, do such a backstabbing thing?"

"Ancestor, perhaps you should write a letter to reprimand him, telling him not to mingle with the Wang Family anymore."

Mentioning this matter, Zhao Chengwen’s expression turned somewhat grave: "The issue is complex. By rights, you, as a junior, should not be aware of such things. However, given it involves the Struggle of the Imperial Sons, that scandal cannot be hidden from you any longer."

"Although Yingji is my sister’s son, my sister had a falling out with Prince Dexin over differing educational philosophies when Yingji was young. At that time, Yong’an, who was just a Prince, did not stand by her side, but rather criticized her as immature. Over time, the conflict between Yong’an and my sister grew worse. Later, after one argument, my sister furiously tried to leave with her child, only to be intercepted and accidentally injured by Yong’an."

"In anger, my sister went to the Cold Moon Immortal Dynasty and has yet to return. Because of this matter, our Duke Protector of the Nation’s Mansion had a big confrontation with the Dexin Lineage, which ultimately alarmed Your Majesty, leading to a severe punishment for Prince Dexin and Yong’an, and a personal decree to send someone to invite my sister Zhao Xiqing back. However, my sister is stubborn, having been a Great Celestial Pride from a young age, proud and disdainful of Yong’an’s cowardice, preferring to strive independently in the Immortal Court."

Zhao Chengwen distinctly remembered that he even hit Prince Yong’an at that time.

"Ah~" Zhao Chengwen still showed some displeasure when speaking of this matter, "Yingji’s personality is like my sister’s, rebellious since childhood, though always close to our Zhao Family. However, if he truly decides to do something, even if I, as his uncle, or even Your Majesty, do not issue a decree to forcibly summon him, it is hard to make him turn back."

"Jing’Er, now you understand the cause and effect of this matter. You just have to bear with it and don’t take it too much to heart. Over time, naturally, no one will talk about the name Long Wuji anymore."

"So, even Ancestor cannot handle that headstrong Imperial Uncle Yingji?" Zhao Yijing was somewhat resentful.

Such a backstabbing behavior caused significant psychological harm to her husband Prince Kang’s supporters. Moreover, many of the royal relatives supporting her husband did so for the sake of the Imperial Uncle Yingji, and now with this incident, many royal relatives were somewhat shaken.

"Jing’Er, even Your Majesty has tacitly approved, so you absolutely must not harbor any cunning thoughts." Zhao Chengwen warned, "Do you understand why Your Majesty suddenly bestowed rewards on Prince Kang’s Mansion at this juncture? Even granting you the honor of a Second Grade Princess Consort."

"Isn’t it to commend my husband’s meritorious deeds on the Outer Domain Battlefield, with a sense of comfort and reward?" Zhao Yijing was slightly puzzled.

"Naturally, it is not that simple. Just earning some merits on the Outer Domain Battlefield would not warrant such an honor." Zhao Chengwen’s face bore a trace of gladness as he analyzed for Zhao Yijing, "The previous recipient of such an honor was Prince Hao. What kind of person is Prince Hao? Practically the nailed-down successor for the Great Emperor’s position; whether compared to Prince Kang or Prince Anjun, he is far superior."

"Your Majesty certainly has made a decision in the heart, just has not explicitly stated the attitude. Recently, Prince Anjun launched the ’Dara Desert Development Plan’, creating quite a stir and gaining the support of many noble families. It superficially seems glorious, but, in essence, it still chips away at Your Majesty’s dignity."

"Subsequently, the Wang Family created the Long Wuji incident intending to create momentum for the imperial succession, belonging to a strategy of forming alliances and divisions."

"Originally, our Zhao Family was preparing to find ways to counterattack, but unexpectedly, Your Majesty directly rewarded Prince Kang in grand scale, obviously stating the position to tell the lineage of Prince Anjun that for the imperial succession, the decision is already in Your Majesty’s heart, advising them to settle down and refrain from disorderly jumping around."

"Also due to Yingji’s matter, Your Majesty felt somewhat guilty and consequently provided compensation to Prince Kang’s Mansion to stabilize anxious feelings."

Zhao Chengwen’s analysis was exceedingly sensible.

As Zhao Yijing listened, her previously tense dissatisfaction dissolved into tranquility. In the Struggle of the Imperial Sons, although Your Majesty cannot independently decide the attribution, his opinion is extremely important. Some neutral dukes and princes will somewhat change their minds according to Your Majesty’s favor.

"Thank you Ancestor for offering a solution." Zhao Yijing was extremely grateful.

"No worries, no worries, we’re all family. The signal from Your Majesty is exceedingly clear; at this moment, we must absolutely avoid extraneous actions, lest we accidentally get caught and end up in a passive situation." Zhao Chengwen said with a smile, "Since you’ve returned to your maternal home, you should reunite with your relatives for a period and not worry too much. When the successor returns from the Outer Domain Battlefield, he will undoubtedly sweep away all clowns."

"Yes, Ancestor." Zhao Yijing was full of joy.

...

Almost at the same time.

In the famous internet celebrity restaurant White Cloud Tower.

A group of young officials was busy sorting and compiling account books, as the abacus clattered rapidly.

Stacks of Gold Notes, even Purple Gold Tickets, were packed into specially encrypted money boxes, filling the entire room, their golden brilliance nearly dazzling one’s eyes.