Chapter 1570 You dare!

Eight...prince?

The weak Zhao Qian was slightly stunned, and said with difficulty: "Guan Fei, I... what I said... is the prince, not the old man."

"I heard you clearly, I am the eighth prince." Guan Fei said softly.

Zhao Qian's heart sank, and then he realized that the sad look on Guan Fei's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a meaningful smile. This smile made Zhao Qian's heart tremble. In this smile, Zhao Qian did not Seeing Guan Fei's slightest respect for him, Guan Fei at this time was very different from his previous image.

Could it be...

A bad premonition appeared in Zhao Qian's heart. He wanted to get up, but found that he was completely weak.

Guan Fei looked at Zhao Qian whose expression changed, smiled, then stood up and turned around. At this time, the smile on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a serious and sad look: "Your Majesty has ordered that the Eighth Prince Come and see Jia.”

"Yes." A eunuch standing in the distance responded respectfully, turned around and walked out of the palace.

No one in the hall doubted Guan Fei's words. Zhao Qian's words were not heard clearly because the voice was too low and because everyone was far away. However, Guan Fei's voice was very loud and everyone could hear it. It was clear that no one thought that Guan Fei would lie about this kind of thing, and they subconsciously thought that what Guan Fei said was what Zhao Qian said.

Zhao Qian, who was lying on the bed unable to move, glared at Guan Fei, "Guan Fei... you... what are you going to do?!"

Guan Fei knelt down next to Zhao Qian again and whispered in Zhao Qian's ear: "Of course I will help His Majesty select the person to inherit the throne."

Zhao Qian glared at Guan Fei and said angrily: "I...I don't need your help...to choose! After my death, the prince...the prince will succeed to the throne!"

"That won't work." Guan Fei said softly: "The prince has no virtue and is not the best candidate for the throne. I think the eighth prince is good. Although he is not yet ten years old, he is talented and intelligent. He will be a rare wise king."

The eighth prince, Zhao Qian's youngest son, is only eight years old this year. Although Zhao Qian also likes this younger son, it is obviously very inappropriate for an eight-year-old child to inherit the throne. What's more, this is not what Zhao Qian meant, and It was what Guan Fei meant. Zhao Qian was a shrewd man. How could he still not know what Guan Fei was thinking at this time?

Zhao Qian never thought that Guan Fei, who usually behaved like a dog in front of him, would dare to do such a rebellious thing. This was to change his will. What was the purpose? And metaphor.

"Guan Fei, I...I will never let you go!"

"Your Majesty, at this time, you should pay more attention to your body." Facing Zhao Qian's anger, Guan Fei was not as frightened as usual, but remained calm and calm, and even the smile on his face did not disappear: " You won’t survive today!”

When Zhao Qian heard Guan Fei's words, he was shaking with anger. If he could, he really wanted to order Guan Fei to be beheaded now, but unfortunately, Guan Fei was the only one beside his bed, and everyone else was under Guan Fei's orders. Flying away, he was too far away. Even if he wanted to issue an order, he had no chance.

Not long after, the palace door was opened again, and a child in brocade clothes walked in accompanied by the eunuch, and went straight to Zhao Qian's bedside.

Guan Fei waved his hand to let the eunuch leave, then supported the child and squatted down beside Zhao Qian's bed.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Several royal brothers said you were injured. Does it hurt?" The child looked concerned about Zhao Qian on the bed with a childish expression.

In normal times, Zhao Qian would only be happy when he heard that his son cared about him so much. But now, after hearing these words, he felt irritable. He would rather see several adult princes fighting for the throne in front of him than to I am willing to hear my youngest son's concern.

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince is caring about you." Guan Fei said, "Look, how sensible and caring the Eighth Prince is?"

Zhao Qian still didn't speak, he just glared at Guan Fei, as if he wanted to eat Guan Fei alive.

Guan Fei didn't care at all.

"Master Guan, what's wrong with my father? Is he okay? Why is he ignoring me?" The eighth prince looked at Guan Fei innocently and asked.

"Your father was injured by a traitor. He is seriously injured. I'm afraid he will die soon." Guan Fei looked at the eighth prince with a warm expression and said.

"Ah, you said my father will die?" the eighth prince said in shock and panic.

"Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, my condolences." Zhao Qian consoled him, "Your Majesty asked you to come in because you must have something to confess. The most important thing is to do well what your Majesty has told you."

The eighth prince looked at Zhao Qian with a confused look, and asked in a childish voice: "Father, do you have anything to tell me? I will definitely do it."

Do it? !

How do you do it? !

Zhao Qian roared in his heart.

In Zhao Qian's heart, he was absolutely unwilling to hand over this huge Xiufeng Kingdom to an eight-year-old child, even if he was his own son!

Although Xiufeng Country is not a superpower, it is still a country. Not everyone can control it, and adults may not be able to do it. It is tantamount to wishful thinking to expect an eight-year-old child to govern a country well.

What's more, Guan Fei blatantly wanted to change his mind and prevent the crown prince from ascending the throne. Instead, he wanted an eight-year-old child to be the emperor. The sinister thoughts in this can be guessed without even thinking about it.

Zhao Qian wanted to punish Guan Fei, this ungrateful traitor, but he couldn't even speak loudly now, and he was powerless to change the status quo.

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince is waiting for your order, should you explain something?" Guan Fei urged Zhao Qian when he saw that he didn't speak.

However, Zhao Qian just stared at him and still didn't speak, he didn't want to compromise.

However, the initiative was obviously not in Zhao Qian's hands now. Seeing that Zhao Qian didn't cooperate, Guan Fei couldn't help but slightly approach Zhao Qian and said, "Your Majesty, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again."

Everyone was attracted by Guan Fei's voice, and the anger in Zhao Qian's eyes was even worse, because he didn't speak just now, everything was directed and acted by Guan Fei himself, he blocked the sight of others, so that others could not see the situation on his side.

"Your Majesty, you say that the crown prince is immoral? You want to depose the eldest prince? And you want to make the eighth prince the crown prince and let him inherit your throne?" Guan Fei stuck close to Zhao Qian, talking to himself.

The other people in the hall, listening to Guan Fei's words, all changed their faces.

Zhao Qian himself was so angry that his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to scold Guan Fei, but in his anger, he couldn't even utter a syllable.

As for the others, they were all stunned by "Zhao Qian's words".