I Can Control My Ancestors

——The atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly froze.

Even though Zhao Kuangyin’s health was not very good at this moment, upon hearing Gu Jin’s words, he involuntarily stood up, his face full of shock.

King Jin’s rebellion?

King Jin?

His own brother?

He nearly shook his head involuntarily.

Zhao Kuangyin could not believe these words.

Gu Jin did not waste any words and directly brought over the Imperial Censor from the Imperial Censorate to recount everything Zhao Guangyi had done.

——Zhao Guangyi indeed was no longer at the front line.

In fact, he had initially accompanied the army.

However, after the Song Army and the Liao Army were locked in a prolonged standoff, Zhao Kuangyin, unable to return to the Central Hub, naturally sent his own younger brother back.

This was originally an act to maintain the stability of the Central Hub.

There should not have been any unexpected events.

But who could have thought that Zhao Kuangyin’s health would falter at such a time?

Neither Gu Jin nor Zhao Kuangyin himself had thought to conceal this matter from Zhao Guangyi.

And this seemingly had brought about an impact.

Faced with that unique position, this so-called "brotherly bond" seemed rather insignificant at such a time.

Actually, Zhao Guangyi had not yet done anything directly rebellious.

But——

He left many people behind.

And these people persistently advised him to take grand action once Zhao Kuangyin passed away.

By leaving these people behind, much was already implicit.

"Cheng Yu, the Adjunct in the Documentation Office of Prince Jin’s Mansion; Liu Qiao, the Magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture; Cui Han, the Forward Commander of the Palace Foreguards, along with over ten others, have been secretly meeting at the Prince Jin’s Mansion for days."

"Cheng Yu once said——that the master is gravely ill and this is a heaven-sent opportunity, while Liu Qiao proposed the strategy of first controlling the Forbidden Army, then closing the city gates..."

"Most shocking is that Li Hanqiong, the Palace Foreguard Commander, privately mobilized three thousand elite soldiers to guard the southern part of Kaifeng City, claiming it was for exercises, but in reality..."

"In reality, Cheng Yu and others repeatedly suggested that King Jin should seize his rightful position upon receiving news of misfortune."

"...."

The voice of the Imperial Censor echoed throughout the main tent.

As he spoke, Gu Jin further produced the detailed records of the Imperial Censorate and handed them to Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyin, trembling, took those documents and carefully perused them.

His entire body was faintly trembling at that moment.

Whether it was due to the flickering candlelight or not, Gu Jin felt Zhao Kuangyin’s complexion suddenly turned somewhat pale, immediately prompting him to say: "Your Majesty!"

"You...."

Before he could speak, Zhao Kuangyin raised his hand to stop him, his gaze still sharp, but his voice carried an unmistakable weariness: "I am fine."

He dismissed the Imperial Censor, holding those secret letters alone, silent for a long time.

In the tent, only the crackling of flames could be heard, and it was unknown how much time had passed before Zhao Kuangyin finally set the letters down, slowly raising his eyes to look at Gu Jin: "Huaiyu, could this be fate?"

His eyes, always steadfast, now appeared complicated and unreadable, deeply sighing: "I have never believed in the will of heaven throughout my life, but now facing such an outcome..."

A profound sense of melancholy enveloped Zhao Kuangyin, as he sank into his seat, his voice low: "My eldest son De Xiu died young, as did Delin... Now even my own brother..."

"Your Majesty!" Gu Jin’s expression became stern, speaking aloud: "The world is not yet peaceful, the seas not yet calmed, how can Your Majesty be troubled by talk of fate?"

He stepped forward, his gaze intense: "I have heard that King Wen of Zhou did not lose heart after the death of Bo Yikao, nor did Emperor Wu of Han dare to abandon his responsibilities after losing the Crown Prince."

"Now Your Majesty is about to unify the Central Plains, concluding a century of chaos, which is the hope of all the people, should personal sorrow overshadow public duty?"

Seeing Zhao Kuangyin silent, Gu Jin spoke again in a soft voice: "The will of heaven is obscure, human affairs are clear."

"Since Your Majesty raised the army, has it not been through wise judgment and bravery that you pacified Jing Lake and subdued Later Shu?"

"If there is truly any fate, it is due to Your Majesty’s diligence and foresight in aligning with the people’s will."

He bowed deeply: "I earnestly request Your Majesty to place the realm above all, to take the people to heart."

"If Your Majesty is ensnared by sorrow, would it not gratify the petty and treacherous?"

"May Your Majesty invigorate the majesty of heaven and continue to accomplish the great cause of unification, then the world will be fortunate, and the people will be fortunate!"

Zhao Kuangyin did not heed Gu Jin’s counsel.

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly fell silent.

Until a long while later.

Only then did he look at Gu Jin again, slowly speaking: "Huaiyu, I haven’t much time."

"Dezhao is still young."

"How about....."

"Your Majesty, absolutely not!"

Without waiting for him to finish, Gu Jin had already gathered his robe and knelt down, his voice firm as iron: "Your Majesty, why speak such ominous words?"

"Moreover, how can the ancient tale of brother succeeding brother be repeated?"

"Such a proposal is by no means a blessing for the Great Song, but rather the source of chaos!"

He raised his head, his gaze fiery, his words earnest and sharp: "Has Your Majesty not heard that since the late Tang, once the succession of the throne is disrupted, it is the beginning of fraternal strife and the downfall of the nation?"

"Brotherly succession, when titles are difficult to define, results in disaster growing from within!"

"In ancient times during Spring and Autumn Annals, when Duke Xuan of Song passed the throne to his brother instead of his son, it led to decades of internal unrest within the Song Kingdom, five generations of unrest, bloodshed within the court, and the state’s decline."

"In recent times, if Your Majesty pursues this policy, how would the Crown Prince Dezhao and the line of King Jin manage in the future?"

"Not only does it not preserve the royal family, it rather plants the seeds of disaster right at the doorstep!"

Zhao Dezhao is currently Zhao Kuangyin’s eldest son and also the Crown Prince of the Great Song.

He is only sixteen years old now.

Although at this time, sixteen is not considered young, unfortunately, Zhao Dezhao has a somewhat honest personality and lacks assertiveness.

In fact, this might be the main reason why Zhao Kuangyin entertains such thoughts.

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