Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne

Chapter 1112: Chapter 138: Return to the Capital

Returning to the capital, Zhao Yao wanted to take a lot with him. In addition to specialties from Lingnan and Annan, he also wanted to bring the things he had created. All of these combined would require loading into a dozen ships.

During these days, Tong Xi and the steward were busy packing and preparing the items to be taken to the capital, while Zhao Yao was occupied with giving instructions for matters to attend to after his departure.

At this moment, Zhao Yao was in the Divine Machine Camp, having just competed in marksmanship with the soldiers. As expected, he won again.

Every time Zhao Yao visited the Divine Machine Camp, he would "torment" the soldiers for a while, which made them admire him even more.

After "tormenting" people, Prince Han felt much refreshed both physically and mentally.

Chu Huan looked speechlessly at the joyful Zhao Yao, "Does bullying people make you that happy?"

"Of course, don’t you like it?" Zhao Yao retorted.

Chu Huan said nothing. To be honest, bullying people did feel quite satisfying.

"This time when you return to the capital, it will undoubtedly be fraught with danger. Do you really not plan to bring the Divine Machine Camp with you?" Chu Huan knew the situation in the capital. Returning at this time would inevitably drag His Highness into the bloodbath of the power struggle. "Even if Prince Han doesn’t return, it doesn’t mean you’re safe. There are still Prince Dai and Prince Jing."

Zhao Yao shook his head slightly and said, "Bringing the Divine Machine Camp back would be too ostentatious, potentially attracting trouble and danger." The Divine Machine Camp was his trump card, and he wouldn’t reveal it unless absolutely necessary.

"At the very least, bring Lu Guang with you so that if you’re in danger, he can help you immediately." Lu Guang was a sharpshooter and sniper from the Divine Machine Camp. Having him by the boss’s side added an extra layer of safety.

Zhao Yao laughed, "I originally planned to bring him. Having him with me on the way back to the capital improves my chances of survival."

Chu Huan detected an oddity from Zhao Yao’s words. He immediately frowned and, with a worried expression, asked, "Is there danger on your way back to the capital?"

Zhao Yao raised an eyebrow, smiling broadly, "Very dangerous. The other party wants to kill me."

Chu Huan gasped, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Is it Prince Han?"

Zhao Yao snapped his fingers and then raised his teacup towards Chu Huan, "Congratulations, you got it right!"

Chu Huan resignedly clinked the teacup with Zhao Yao’s, "Prince Han doesn’t want you to return to the capital alive."

Zhao Yao lifted his right index finger, then shook it, "He doesn’t want me alive in this world."

Hearing Zhao Yao talk about it as if discussing someone else’s business, without any concern for his own life or death, left Chu Huan at a loss for words.

Looking at Chu Huan’s indescribable expression, Zhao Yao playfully winked at him, "Don’t worry, I won’t die."

"Given what you’ve done to Prince Han, if he doesn’t kill you, it’s him who will perish." Chu Huan said, his face turning grave, "On your way back to the capital, Prince Han will definitely try to kill you."

Zhao Yao set down the teacup, raised a hand to touch his chin, appearing thoughtful, "Do you think I should take the opportunity to fake my death, so that the dramas of the capital stay away from me, and my father and uncle will give up on making me the emperor?"

Chu Huan, who was drinking tea, was so shocked by Zhao Yao’s words that he sprayed Zhao Yao’s face with tea.

Zhao Yao looked at Chu Huan with disdain, "Do you know how dirty that is."

Chu Huan put down his teacup and glared at Zhao Yao, "Are you crazy?"

Zhao Yao immediately responded, "You have the cure."

Chu Huan carefully examined Zhao Yao’s expression, his mouth twitching slightly, "Are you serious?"

Zhao Yao said solemnly, "I have considered it." He really had thought about it, although not for now.

"Unless you really die, faking your death won’t work," Chu Huan straightforwardly dampened Zhao Yao’s enthusiasm.

"Alas, it’s indeed unfeasible." There were still many things left undone; he couldn’t just abandon the newly established Swamp Prefecture and pretend to die, then run off overseas to enjoy himself.

Hearing Zhao Yao say this, Chu Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you fake death, forget the emperor, the first who won’t let you go would be Lady Liang."

Thinking of Lady Liang’s anger, Zhao Yao shivered with fear and said with a look of terror, "I still want to live a good life, so forget about faking my death."

Chu Huan thought to himself: Boss, having the idea of faking your death is not a good sign. Someday, you might actually do it. To prevent that, he decided to write a letter to his mother, to pass on the message to Lady Liang.

"Boss, knowing that Prince Han wants to kill you, have you made any preparations?" Chu Huan became increasingly uneasy, "Otherwise, we should accompany you back."

"No, you must stay at the Swamp Prefecture." Zhao Yao said sternly, "You need to stay to guard the Swamp Prefecture, so those eyeing it dare not act rashly." The Swamp Prefecture had become a piece of fat meat, attracting countless envious eyes. With him there, the thieves dared not make a move, but if he were gone, they might seize the opportunity to do something. Therefore, Chu Huan and his group must stay behind to deter those villains.