The Prodigal Son of the Empire

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Yes, it must be so.

The more I think about it, the more I feel relieved.

Xiang Baichuan felt that his mind was relieved, as long as he could guarantee that there would be no trouble on his side, what else could he do?

But the heirs still need to be appeased.

Today, Xiang Baichuan summoned them together.

Adding up the branches and concubines, there are ten sons, which is really not many compared to other princes and kings.

It's just that several of them have not been seen for a long time.

"Yi'er, how are you doing recently? I'm too busy with my father and neglects to discipline you. You won't blame your father, will you?"

Xiang Baichuan looked at a slightly reserved son and asked kindly.

Of course he was reserved. In his impression, he had never seen his father speak so peacefully.

Except for the eldest brother, it is difficult to see anyone else.

"Hong'er, you are getting more and more energetic."

Xiang Baichuan asked one by one, today he is a kind father, not a king.

When they all arrived, they took their seats one by one.

Xiang Baichuan smiled and said: "It's rare that our family members are so gathered together, let's raise our glasses together to celebrate."

The scene is harmonious and enjoyable.

But these are all appearances, everyone has different thoughts, but they don't show it.

This form should be bad.

If you really want to start tweeting, it will definitely not look like this.

I am afraid it is to appease them.

Everyone knew what was going on, but they were afraid to reveal it.

On weekdays, Xiang Baichuan's prestige is too heavy.

"Come on, as an elder brother, I would like to offer a cup to all my younger brothers."

At this time, a young man in fine clothes stood up.

He is thin, with a pale complexion, a typical noble boy, the kind who gets his body ripped off by a woman.

His name is Xiang Zhong, and he is the eldest son of Xiang Baichuan.

In comparison, the enthusiasm is missing a lot, it's just a coping style of raising the glass...

Xiang Zhong took a panoramic view of it, exchanged glances with his father, and sat down.

"cough."

Xiang Baichuan said: "I think you all know that the imperial court issued a decree called Tweeting En."

Everyone immediately sat upright and got to the point.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with this tweet. Speaking of which, you are all my sons, and your palms and backs are full of flesh. I hope you are all well."

"But……"

He changed the subject and said, "This Tweet Order is clearly a conspiracy by the imperial court to disintegrate our vassal state, and it is to make us fall apart!"

"Think about it, by that time, it will all be under the control of the imperial court, is it still a vassal state?"

The crowd was silent.

Of course they knew what the consequences would be, but they were still willing.

After all, you still don't want to be divided.

They already have dissatisfaction in their hearts, but they are suppressing...

"Don't worry, my father will not treat you badly. After that, the cost of each of you will be doubled, and each of you will be given a manor, so that you can live without worry..."

This condition is also very good than before.

But compared to the feudal title, it is still almost the same.

This is what you want to buy?

One person immediately said: "Father, we don't have to get anything, it's just a favor order from the imperial court..."

"Ok?"

hear this.

Xiang Baichuan's face turned cold immediately, he interrupted him, and said, "Don't be too greedy..."

For a while, the atmosphere became silent.

"Your Majesty, the imperial envoy is here!"

"Kings."

at this time.

Another person ran in from outside.