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Chapter 413 Personally Planning a Crime

King Qi was slightly taken aback. Did Zhao Yi no longer want to return to the Great Zhou?

Zhao Yi had previously made it clear that he wanted to return to the Great Zhou Dynasty, which is why he helped Zhao Yi steal Princess Yizhen's remains.

How long has it been? Zhao Yi has changed his mind and no longer intends to return to the Great Zhou.

Indeed, no one can resist the allure of imperial power.

With Zhao Yi wielding power and having influential figures supporting him behind the scenes, how could he possibly relinquish his authority?

Even if she maintained her original intentions, Zhao Yi had already entered the game, so how could she remain unaffected?

Suddenly, King Qi realized a problem.

Could it be that Princess Yizhen's remains did not fall into Zhao Yi's hands? Is that why Zhao Yi is controlled by someone else and unable to return to the Great Zhou? Or is it that the person supporting him has grasped Zhao Yi's weakness and forced him to fight for the throne?

If that's the case... Zhao Yi is determined to get the throne.

The King of Qi's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he had made a different decision in his heart.

"The only person Father can rely on is my elder brother. You really cannot go to escort my younger sister to her wedding. I was so confused by my illness that I didn't think of this."

King Qi gave a bitter smile: "If I can't even understand something this simple, let alone the intrigue and deceit in the court, I'm afraid I'd be even less able to handle it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen into their trap and almost lost my life."

He turned to Zhao Yi and said, "According to the patriarchal succession system, as the eldest son, I am the most legitimate heir. If you agree to one condition, I can withdraw from the struggle for the throne and even lend you a hand."

A slight ripple stirred in Zhao Yi's usually calm eyes as she looked at Prince Qi in surprise, truly not expecting him to give up the fight for the throne.

As the King of Qi said, he was the most rightful heir. Especially since the wise king had been demoted to his fiefdom, leaving only the two princes in the capital.

His bloodline is not pure; he possesses half of the royal blood of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The Prince of Qi is different; he has pure blood and is the crown prince favored by the Emperor of Northern Qi, giving him a very high chance of winning.

But why does the King of Qi want to give up?

Zhao Yi frowned slightly, unable to fathom the King of Qi's thoughts.

After all, the Prince of Qi was a very ambitious man who had been fighting openly and secretly with the Prince of Xian for the position of crown prince for many years, and had even harbored great hostility towards him before.

Now that the attitude has changed, he can't help but suspect the true intentions of the King of Qi.

“I know you don’t trust me and suspect I have ulterior motives.” King Qi coughed twice, pulling at the wound on his shoulder, which made him gasp in pain. After recovering, he said, “You will see my sincerity.”

Zhao Yi paused for a moment, then asked in return, "What are your conditions?"

The King of Qi said, "If you ascend the throne, protect my mother and her family, as well as the ministers who once supported me."

Zhao Yi looked directly at the King of Qi and saw a plea in his eyes.

He suspected that the King of Qi had encountered some difficulties and had to give up the throne, so he asked him to make a deal.

King Qi did not hear Zhao Yi's response and continued, "Of course, if any of my ministers cross your bottom line, you may punish them according to the law."

Zhao Yi's brow relaxed: "I promise you."

King Qi felt relieved after receiving Zhao Yi's promise.

He knew his father wouldn't let him return to his fiefdom, so he had to devise something to force his father to demote him to the fiefdom.

After much deliberation, King Qi decided to conspire with Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi emerged from the house as dusk settled. Standing under the eaves, gazing at the setting sun, he couldn't help but recall the words of the King of Qi, his heart growing heavy.