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  Huā Yùyán saw that Little Prince's nose was sweating and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe it: "Didn't I tell you to decoct the medicine?"

  "My uncle and I are together, mom, don't worry. My uncle said that to learn medicine, one must personally learn how to pick herbs, grasp the pulse, and decoct medicine. It's not just about learning how to diagnose illnesses." The diligent and serious three-good student Little Prince said.

  Huā Yù Yán picked him up and held him on her lap, gently removing the jade hairpin from his small bun, carefully using the tail of the jade hairpin to comb the Little Prince's disheveled hair due to cooking medicine in the kitchen.

  Because of often giving Xiao Mu Mu a haircut, Hua Xiyan was no stranger to braiding the young prince's hair.

  She felt her fingers were as delicate as those described in the book, and the young master's pale face was flushed with a rosy glow.

  Having finished dressing her hair and inserting a jade pin in a neat and pretty manner, Hua Yuezhu patted the young prince on the shoulder: "Take a look for yourself, how is it?"

  "No matter how you tie it, it looks good." The young prince's small mouth whispered, his lowered head still with a shy expression.

  The big son's mouth is as sweet as the little son's. Huayexuan hugged the little prince tightly, pointing to the big son's sweet mouth: "This mouth of yours is like Mùmù's. Mùmù, he was spoiled by me when he was a child."

  The little prince only remembered that she often pinched Mu Mu's face, and her eyebrows were raised curiously: "Does mother spoil Mu Mu?"

  "It's all because of habit. That's why Mùmǔ isn't even afraid of me pinching him now." Huā Xīyán wasn't without self-reflection on her parenting issues, she had been deceived by her younger son for so many years with the lie that he couldn't read, it was all because she was too soft-hearted towards her son. As soon as the little glutton shouted that his stomach was hungry, coupled with a pitiful expression, this mother's heart would soften immediately and she would rush to find food for her son.

  In her warm arms, Little Prince looked up at her face with a greedy expression, this was his mother, the most beautiful mother.

  Daughter.

  Feeling a pair of small hands tightly grasping her clothes, Huayu asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you tired and want to sleep?" As she spoke, the palm of her hand was pressed against her eldest son's forehead. Every time Xiaomu snuggled into her arms, he would fall asleep in less than a second.

  "No." Little head shook, "Just thinking, hoping Mom and MuMu won't leave me and Dad again."

  These words suddenly made her nose sour. She wrapped her small body in her arms, rocking it like a cradle, and whispered: "Mom didn't hold you to sleep before, it was mom's fault. How about sleeping in mom's arms today?"

  She had barely finished speaking when the child really fell asleep in her arms.

  His gaze fell on the eldest son's face for a long time, the sleeping little prince, who liked to be melancholic, slowly relaxed his eyebrows, breathed evenly, not like a little foodie, slept neatly and wouldn't roll over or drool, the handsome and unparalleled face, looked like a still painting.

  If she raised her snacks to be like her, then the young prince was raised by him to be like him.

  Huā Yù Rǎn couldn't bear to touch her eldest son's face, but if it was the little foodie, she would stretch out her slender fingers and often pinch him, even when he was sleeping. Perhaps in her heart, she felt that she owed too much to the young prince.

  In the quiet room, the mother and son were leaning against each other. The tall figure standing outside the window had eyes like a deep pool, gazing at her profile, his gaze then fell on the child in her arms, and the coldness in his eyebrows seemed to melt away instantly as if illuminated by light.

  Lin Xuanqi walked over and was startled by the soft expression on his face.

  When was it that on the jade countenance of the Emperor of Eastern Mausoleum's immortal dust, there could be such an expression.

  Feeling someone approaching, Yu Yan instantly put back on her mask and turned to see it was him. "General Lin, I will return to the capital with Gong Gong first. You stay at Lingyuan Temple and escort the Empress and Crown Prince back to the capital."

  Escort this queen back to the capital? Lin Xuanji's icy face, with an indescribable expression. Although he was a proud and arrogant person, he wouldn't say that Huaiyueyan blamed him for his subordinates' mistakes, but Zhuiying and Zhuimeng didn't do their job properly, which was wrong, he wouldn't be lenient. It's just that this queen seemed to be quite different from the queens in his imagination.

  "How is it? General Lin is unwilling?" Yun Mei's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she had a deep understanding of his temperament.

  Lin Huanqi bowed respectfully: "I am honored to escort Your Highness and the Crown Prince, it is my privilege. I will follow your orders and ensure that you and the Crown Prince return safely to the Imperial Palace."

  He waved his hand slightly in response to what he said. After seeing him leave, he turned back, his eyes falling on the scene that had just unfolded in the house, and for a long time, he couldn't bear to look away. At this moment, it could be said that he and his son had waited too long.

  Thinking of another son alone in the palace, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, not feeling secure, so he wanted to hurry back to the palace. After all, they were blood relatives, and unknowingly, this little foodie had become almost as important as the crown prince in his heart.

  Ryōsoku-ji Temple belongs to the imperial family, but it is not a large temple. In terms of which temple in Kyoto has the most incense, it belongs to Byakuren-ji Temple. Byakuren-ji Temple and Ryōsoku-ji Temple are located on the west and east sides of the city respectively. There are several reasons why Ryōsoku-ji Temple is not as popular as Byakuren-ji Temple. For example, Ryōsoku-ji Temple is located deep in the mountains, making it difficult for pilgrims to reach. In contrast, Byakuren-ji Temple is located on a mountain slope, with a staircase leading directly from the foot of the mountain to the temple, allowing pilgrims to climb up easily. Secondly, Byakuren-ji Temple is also an imperial family temple, and many grand ceremonies are held there, making it famous throughout the world.

  Few royals chose to come to Lingyuan Temple, simply because it was too plain and simple. The temple's rooms were half the number of those in Baidi Temple.

  Ke Li Zi Mo likes this place. When he was the crown prince, he often came to this place in his free time, feeling that the air here is fresh and clean, with no too many famous guests coming to visit, not being polluted by the mundane world, few people and spiritual land, accumulating precious spiritual energy.

  Huā Yù Yán knew he liked this place, but today was the first time. She put the sleeping little prince on the bed to sleep more comfortably and avoid startling him, then she sneaked out to go see her father again.

  As she went out, a little monk was already waiting for her at the door: "Your Highness, this way, please."

  He followed the little master to a room in the temple, where on the wall opposite the door hung a large character, strong and powerful, written with the word "quiet". According to the little master, this room was called the Quiet Heart Chamber.

  She waited until she had crossed the threshold and entered the house, then Little Master closed the door behind her. Hua Xiuyan continued to walk forward, passing by the wall with the static word, and saw another world hidden behind the wall. It turned out that a corridor was built at the back of the house, facing a small courtyard, which was exquisitely and simply decorated, with unknown wildflowers blooming all over the yard, none of which were famous, and a natural stream flowing through the middle of the yard, gathering in a small pond, where several fish swam.

  Two old men wearing grey monk robes, one on the left and one on the right, sat beside a chessboard, playing chess. Seeing her arrive, they both stood up and paid their respects with Buddhist greetings: "The poor monks pay their respects to Your Ladyship."

  Huayu walked over, glanced at the chessboard, and saw that all the pieces on it were white. Since it was impossible to distinguish between the two sides, he couldn't see any mystery in the game. Whoever could play such a game must be a high-ranking monk, so he felt a sense of reverence in his heart.

  She returned the courtesy and said: "This palace has never been to Lingyuan Temple before, I don't know how to address the two masters?"

  "My humble name is Fahai, and this is my senior fellow monk, Master Hui Zhi."

  Only saw this self-proclaimed monk like the sea, who was slightly younger, about fifty years old, with a slightly fat body, his eyebrows not yet white, two thick and powerful eyebrows, very stable lower body, showing an extraordinary skill. Master Hui Zhi is over sixty years old, with white eyebrows and beard, slender build, with an ethereal and elegant demeanor.

  "I don't know why the two masters have come looking for me?"

  "Your Highness," said Master Hai, "Since the Emperor has entrusted me and my fellow monk to protect the safety of Palace Historian Taishi, let us first pay our respects to you, so that you may be at ease."

  He was actually careful, possibly thinking that the guard he had just sent to her had lost face in front of her and couldn't lose face again.

  "Secondly," said Master Hai, "the Holy One and I have discussed some of the circumstances surrounding you, and I would like to ask: is the 'you' lying in the coffin right now a substitute or scapegoat that you yourself had arranged?"

  "It's not." This point, Huayu Yan was very certain. Although she had the occasional ability to see into the future, this probability was random, that is to say, it wasn't something she could do at any time or moment. The things she could foresee would suddenly appear in her mind, completely beyond her personal control.

  She only remembered that she could foresee her own death, but as for who came to help her get through this disaster, she really had no impression.

  "Excuse me, Master," asked Huā Xīyán, "what is a Disaster Doll?"

  She didn't know anything about the Disaster Doll, and the two masters looked at each other, seemingly puzzled. They replied: "The Disaster Doll refers to a person who uses their own life to help another person bear a disaster, allowing that other person to survive."

  Huā Yù Rǎn always thought that the eldest miss of the Huā family, who was considered a waste, had jumped into the river and died. So she used the eldest miss's body and identity to play a trick of switching dragons and phoenixes. Now hearing these two masters talk, could it be that the eldest miss had died in order to ward off disaster for her?

  The two masters saw her expression was different, and they both regretted saying too much. They said: "Whether the girl lying in the coffin is a disaster doll or not, I really can't confirm."

  "Can't confirm?"

  "The emperor dare not let the corpse leave the mausoleum, fearing it will harm the empress's body. Now the emperor has added several layers of protection to the mausoleum, not allowing anyone to enter."

  His caution was all right, since everyone knew that her seven souls and six spirits were not stable.

  Ruhai Master took out a piece of ink from his bosom and said, "Gong Taishi said that he would not meet with the princess again. He was afraid that if they saw each other, it would only bring more sorrow to both of them. The princess has important responsibilities and should not waste her time and energy on him in this place. Therefore, I entrust you, poor monk, to give this piece of ink to the princess. When the princess sees the ink, she will understand his intentions."

  Huā Yù Yán respectfully accepted the ink from her father. In fact, this was not the first time her father had given her ink. Every time, it was when she was at a difficult crossroads. Her father giving her ink meant the same as this quiet room, reminding her to calm down before doing anything, and if she couldn't calm down, she should write some words to soothe her mind first.

  Then, Huayexuan returned to her boudoir and waited for Xiaotaiye to wake up before preparing to return to Beijing.

  Lei Zimo and Gong Xiangru rushed back to the palace on horseback. Xiaochiguo had a nap after lunch, but when she woke up, she found that the little prince was nowhere to be seen. So Xiaochiguo held Niuniu the pig in one hand and led Qilin the lion dog with the other, searching for the little prince all over the palace.

  Searched the Guangyang Hall, but couldn't find any trace of the Crown Prince. The eunuchs and palace maids here wouldn't possibly tell him where the Crown Prince went either. Xiaochi's face turned red with anger, her mouth slightly ajar as she bit out: "Where did this brat go? Won't be that he hooked me up and then dumped me? He's just like his dad, a total scumbag!"

  The lion dog propped up its head with one leg, looking at the little foodie with great interest. Having lived for so many years, it felt for the first time that life was not dull. In this Dongling royal family, the emergence of a freak like Little Foodie was really exciting, like being injected with chicken blood.

  The little foodie is worried to death. Thinking about it, he actually remembered this kid. Before, he only liked to cling to his mother. After coming here, because he was deceived by the palace lord who looked like his mother once, his heart was hurt and he didn't dare to get too close to that palace lord again. On the contrary, the little prince has always been as good to him as his mother. Unconsciously, when his mother is not around, he has already taken the little prince as a substitute for his mother.

  Why do all these good people seem to want to cheat him?

  The more I think about it, the angrier I get! The little foodie is running around the palace even harder, thinking that if he catches the young prince, he will scold him severely and ask him what's going on. Don't let him worry, don't let him think that someone has fallen into the toilet!

  So Xiaochi ran from Guangyang Hall to Yongning Hall. Since Li Zimo had instructed him not to restrain the two children from running from Guangyang Hall to Yongning Hall, Li Zimo also wanted his two children to be close to him at any time. Thus, Xiaochi ran unimpeded into Yongning Hall and looked around. He had only been here twice before. Moreover, he remembered that the first time was when he felt most humiliated in his life. That man actually said he was stupid, so he deserved to be deceived.

  He will always remember this and never let that man say he's stupid again.

  When the little head was about to peek into the open door, a tall figure suddenly loomed over his small head under the eaves. Because the master didn't allow the eunuchs along the way to report his arrival, he arrived in front of the little food silently, in order to prevent the little food from seeing him and running away with his legs.

  However, it seems that the emperor was overthinking. Seeing the little foodie's small brain feeling the movement, he shrank back, looked up again, saw him, and his two small eyes, which were very similar to his, stared at him for a moment, then quickly retracted into his neck, as if he hadn't seen him, planning to brush past him and continue walking forward to find the little prince.

  He's not afraid of his little son at all. No wonder, she's not afraid of him either, so the child she raised isn't afraid of him either. This makes it difficult for him to maintain his paternal authority.

  Furrowing his brow slightly, he cleared his throat and asked the snack vendor who was about to pass in front of him, "Where is Young Master Hua going?"

  This man actually spoke up and talked with him.

  The little foodie touched her heart and warned herself not to be deceived by this person again. She opened her mouth and said, "I'm looking for the prince."

  Looking for the prince is just looking for his brother. The relationship between the two brothers has become so good without realizing it. As a father, he naturally feels deeply gratified. In the royal family, what they fear most is discord between brothers. There's nothing more important than harmony between the two brothers.

  His mood improved, the dragon's face opened its mouth to the little foodie's tone and became even more gentle: "Follow me into the house for a while, it won't take long, the prince will be back soon."

  What's he doing here? Are they close or something?

  "For this, Daddy has a trick: 'Aren't you looking for the Crown Prince? The Crown Prince is coming to see me. You and I are together, it's the fastest way to meet the Crown Prince.'"

  The little brain turned around, but the thing that was thought of must be unpredictable even for the emperor. The little foodie thought that this young master was called by this terrible man and would probably be scolded by him. He had to come here to help the young master hold his head high. Because every time he saw the young master in front of this man, he had to lower his head and bow, as if he was extremely wronged.

  "How?" Yun Mei's eyebrows furrowed as if she was concentrating hard, and Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow.

  The little foodie wasn't afraid of heaven or earth. He immediately turned around and gave him a glance: "Fine, I'll accompany you into the house to wait for the prince."

  Someone who has just achieved success saw his son and unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth, making way for him to enter the house first.

  The lion dog Qilin followed Xiaochi Pu Tong, jumping into the house. This place, Yangxin House, is where the emperor works. It has come here more than once or twice, and has seen countless emperors make decisions about people's lives. However, becoming a dog and entering this place with a child is still a first, it's interesting to see how the emperor will fight with his own son.

  The dog's leg kicked up, its paw scratched the dog's head, and it looked at the little foodie jumping onto a chair. The foodie's nature was to immediately look for something edible in the house.

  Li Shunde brought in the flower tea as ordered. Xiaochi looked at the tea leaves and petals floating in the teacup, wrinkled her nose: "Isn't this going to make me hungrier the more I drink?"

  "Hunger is not about the stomach, but about the heart." The father said with deep meaning.

  "Whether a person is hungry or not depends on their heart?" The six-year-old little foodie didn't understand anyway.

  "For example, in the depths of the mountains, a monk who has been practicing asceticism for months or even years without eating or drinking, what is he relying on? He is relying on his heart, which is clear and pure, not seeking joy from material things, nor desiring them. His belly will naturally be full, and he won't feel hungry."

  The foodie thought these people were self-abusive and said, "I think these people are idiots. There are so many delicious foods in the world, some people eat happily, life is for eating, those who don't eat are idiots."

  Li Shunde, who was serving beside him, almost spat out his mouth and hurriedly covered it, carefully looking at the dragon's face.

  When the father was not moved by his son's words, as the saying goes, "children's words are innocent", and the child is still young after all. The little prince was also slowly nurtured step by step. Seeing that this little son entered his room, except for looking for food, he was unmoved by the symbols of the country's highest power on his desk. The emperor's heart softened, and the child's heart was pure and kind, actually more desireless and hopeful than a monk practicing in the deep mountains.

  "I heard the Crown Prince say that you want to be a beggar in the future?"

  The young master actually told this man his words. It's also true that this man is the father of the young prince. For some reason, thinking that this man was still the father of the young prince, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

  "What's wrong with being a beggar? I don't steal or rob." she muttered.

  "Do you know how food is obtained in this world? It's every day, where does the rice you eat come from?"

  He knew this, his mother had taught him: "The peasants' uncle planted."

  Farmer uncle? This term is really fresh to the emperor's ears. Following his son's new vocabulary, he continued: "You said that Farmer Uncle planted grain, and everyone had rice to eat. But that was the result of Farmer Uncle's hard work. And you, without doing anything, take Farmer Uncle's grain to eat, don't you feel ashamed?"

  The little foodie's simple brain was stuck on this question, scratching her head with her finger, not understanding, and asked Nini: "Nini, do you think what he said is right? Are we going to stop being beggars in the future? Is it good for us to be farmer uncles instead of beggars?"

  Cough!

  A mouthful of tea water sprayed out from the dragon's face. The young son's words were not wrong, after all. It was just that if a prince really fell to the point of going to the fields to farm, it could only be said that his father was too incompetent.

  Teaching a young son is much more difficult than teaching an emperor's son. I couldn't help but think, if the two sons grew up by my side from a young age, what would it be like? Would the little foodie become a miniature version of the little emperor?

  The Lion Dog Qilin was furious at the Son of Heaven's idea: "It's not easy to have a breakthrough in the imperial family, and you want to go back to the way it was before? I'm out of here!"

  Dog teeth pulled and dragged the little eater's pants: Go, you want to be a beggar, or a farmer uncle is good, Qilin will accompany you.

  The little foodie just patted the anxious dog's head and said casually, "It's okay, as long as there's something to eat for me and Nini, let my mom have something to eat, I'll do whatever."

  It was a very ordinary sentence, but it made everyone in the house fall silent. Gong Xiangru, who was waiting outside the door, felt an unexpected spring breeze blow across his forehead. His sister had taught this child well; from the first time he saw him, he was struck by the boy's spiritual energy. The natural spiritual energy that accumulated on Xiaohuo's body was something that children raised in mansions and palaces could never be taught. Take himself for example - since childhood, his father had always taught him that food was heaven, that nothing was more important than food, so the granary was the most important thing for the country's prosperity. But how could these children, who had never lacked food or clothing since they were young, possibly understand?

  No one spoke, and the man sitting on the dragon chair, who claimed to be high above, was actually speechless because of his words. The little foodie hugged her small hands, now with a clear advantage on her side, and took the opportunity to attack: "I know you're like my mother, maybe thinking of pleasing my mother, so you've come up with all sorts of ways to make me study. But making me read these things is really too boring. If reading these things could produce food for me, would I be unwilling to read?"

  He pressed the tip of his brow with his fingertips, and a cold, cruel smile forced its way onto his lips: This little son of his was just as cunning and clever as she was, leaving him at a loss for what to do. If this kind of humiliation were told to the emperors of Eastern Tombs throughout history, perhaps even their ancestors would jump out of their coffins to mock Li Zimo.

  Seeing the little one's eyebrows raised to be higher than the sky, the father calmly opened his mouth and poured a basin of cold water on the little foodie's head: "Reading books can't produce food, it only proves that your brain is stupid. Look at me, I was able to understand these books since childhood, now what food is there in the world that I can't eat?"

  Li Shunde wiped away a cold sweat for Xiaohuo, having such an unfeeling and unscrupulous father was like a knife to the child's self-esteem.

  Two hands held onto the gluttonous little pig Nini, the foodie's two eyes stared blankly at that face which actually had a few similarities with his own, only to feel the small heart in his chest beating rapidly, and his face turned red like it was slapped. This man is too annoying, always making him speechless, but in fact, he thought his words were not wrong either.

  He was deceived by this man again and called an idiot.

  Little Yan's face turned red with anger and she was on the verge of tears. Dad knocked against his tea cup, feeling a sense of satisfaction: Let's see how well you study from now on!

  "Mother, when will the prince return?" He didn't want to be with this man, he missed his mother and the prince.

  "You recite a complete 'Tao Te Ching', and the Crown Prince might have returned." Continue to bully the old man in the pit, son.

  Little food thinks it's going to hit the wall: Mom, Prince Charming, hurry back and save me!

  Hua Yu Yan pulled her eldest son's hand and walked out the door, where a carriage was already prepared. She saw that young General Lin Xuan Qi, wearing his white tiger uniform, stood under the sunset, looking majestic and refreshing, yet as cold as ice. Hua Yu Yan sighed, and Zhu Ying knelt down in front of her to apologize, probably on behalf of his master.

  "Is your body feeling better after chasing the moon?"

  "Returning to the young lady, the young lady's kindness is deep, chasing the moon's body has improved a bit, with the young lady's spiritual medicine, recovery will only take two or three days." Zusheng replied.

  "What are you kneeling in front of me for?"

  "Having failed to protect you well, Zhu Ying and Zhui Yue beg for your punishment."

  "Do you think I dare not punish your crimes? It's easy for me to punish your crimes. I suppose you're also not afraid of being beheaded. However, it's not that I want to punish your crimes, but rather I just feel that you are people I have no use for."

  "Your Majesty, I previously didn't know that Chui Yue..."

  "What don't you know? Don't you know there are ambushes ahead? Don't you know what I'm saying makes sense. You're speculating that I want to defy the Emperor's will and take Palace Historian Taishi to escape in secret. All I can say is, I've never seen anyone with heads like yours before - they must be filled with wood. Even if I wanted to take Palace Historian Taishi to escape in secret, would I need to get on your carriage?"

  Sweating profusely, it was unexpected that her sharp tongue was actually directed at the brother and sister's IQ.

  "The Empress's expression remained calm: 'This palace does not doubt your loyalty to the master. Unfortunately, your loyalty is divided into three parts. Tell me, how can one person with a divided heart and mind accomplish anything well? Think carefully about who your master is, think about which master you should be loyal to, tell this palace, and this palace will let you go.'"

  He lowered his head so much that he almost dug a hole to bury himself in.

  Huā Yù Yán is not afraid of their choices. In fact, she often gives people a wrong impression, and it's not the first or second time either. Like Dù Yǒu Zhì, previously didn't he think of her as a brainless princess? Later on, his attitude changed 180 degrees, and he became loyal to her. She likes intelligent people, only intelligent people know that following her as a subject is the best choice.

  If this isn't enough to make the siblings smart, then she doesn't want it either. If they insist on clinging to her, then she'll just have to be cold and distant. Otherwise, people will say that she's not giving face to the Saint. Men are most concerned with saving face after all.

  When she got on the carriage, she bumped into the young general standing beside it. Lin Xuanji looked at her, and his eyes didn't seem to be as distant as she had imagined, but rather curious. It seemed that this general was not stupid either, repeatedly probing her.

  When she became the empress, saying that the harem cannot interfere with politics is absolutely false. Who doesn't know that a man's weakness lies in the ears of his pillow? She just needs to whisper in his ear every night, and good things become bad, true things become false.

  A clever subject, of course, is to figure out her temperament as soon as possible. Only by pleasing her can we ensure that she won't stab us in the back.

  At the age of sixteen or seventeen, his mind is as old and cunning as that of an old minister. This child must be the last drop of blood left from the Lin family back then.

  Huā Yùyán pulled her son's hand onto the horse carriage. The young prince sat beside her, softly asking: "Mother, do you know General Lin?"

  "I don't recognize him."

  "General Lin has been watching you?" Is it because his mother is too beautiful?

  Xiao Taiye is excellent in his studies, but he lacks experience in life. Huayexuan told her future son who would be the crown prince: "In the future, when you marry a woman, remember to choose one with a broad mind, not a narrow-minded and petty one."

  The young master listened carefully to her words and thought that when he would marry a wife in the future, it would be someone like her, definitely not wrong.

  Sun Mansion

  Sun Jing hastily summoned the best imperial physician in the mansion to treat Sun Xuanxi's wounds. Sun Xuanxi had lost an arm, but managed to save half his life, lying on the bed with a pale face and said to his father: "Father, I failed miserably. Unexpectedly, it was just as Shi Daren said."

  "Are you sure it's her?"

  "Yes, father, it's almost right. Otherwise, with her ability, how could she single-handedly make the son like this?"

  Sun Jing heavily stomped his foot. Afterwards, he heard that the other dark guards sent out were all killed by Lin Yunqiu with one knife.

  "Lin Mansion, General Lin, at that time, over a hundred members of your family were killed or exiled by the previous emperor. What is this all about? The Emperor has taken back the son of a guilty official? Are you not afraid that the previous emperor will jump out of his coffin and scold him for being unfilial?"

  Sun Jing was even more puzzled by the subtlety of Li Zimo's thoughts. Just then, Sun Xuanxi, who had stopped bleeding, caught his breath and said to him: "Dad, I have something strange to say. Do you think why Lin Yunqi can rush to the rescue in an instant when my son is hijacked?"

  His face suddenly sank, and he wanted to step out of the threshold to find Shi Daren's Sun Gengcang, but he drew back his foot.

  If this was arranged by Li Zimo on purpose, and he deliberately leaked the news to them, letting them know about the transfer of Gong Taishi. Then, undoubtedly, Li Zimo has now obtained the evidence he wanted most. The Sun family ambushed the carriage, intending to harm Guozhang, isn't that having the heart of treason and harming the imperial family?

  Moreover, with his son being caught, their family's involvement in the heavenly curse was clearly placed before Li Zimo, and they couldn't escape death.

  "The Emperor's heart is indeed made of iron and stone, using the Imperial Uncle and Empress as pawns to lure us Sun family into a trap. Truly a clever move."

  Inside the house, everyone was at a loss for what to do. It seemed that the Sun family's sky was about to collapse. Logically speaking, the Sun Mansion should have hurriedly sent for reinforcements. However, Sun Qiancheng did not do so. Because he knew that Li Zimo was waiting for him to send for reinforcements, and this way, he could catch them all in one net.

  "Father," Sun Xuanxi said, "I'm not afraid of being caught and beheaded in the heavenly prison. What I worry about is the old, weak, sick, and disabled people in our mansion, my mother and sister, and the hundreds of people in the Sun Mansion. How can they survive? If they are all implicated because of me, even if I die, I won't be able to close my eyes in peace, and I will feel guilty every day in the underworld."

  This is also what Sun Jingqiang is currently considering important.

  "Uncle Wang." Sun Jingcang said.

  "Sir, what instructions do you have?"

  "You take Young Master through the secret passage and out of the city, where someone will naturally receive you. Don't worry about Madame and Miss on this side, for the time being, His Majesty won't make a move against them."

  Sun Xuanye and Wang Shu heard this and their hearts skipped a beat, shouting: "Dad!"

  Sun Jing's face was as usual, his voice had already gotten rid of the previous anxiety, just like a determination before death: "Later on, the Emperor will send someone to come and get me. Once I enter the palace, everyone here will be safe. After all, in this mansion, only I have met with Lord Shi. Even if you are caught, it won't make any difference."

  "Father, let me go!" Sun Xuanxi struggled to get up.

  Sun Jingcang seemed to have not heard his words and shouted: "Wang Shu, what are you still dazing about?"

  Wang Shu knelt down and kowtowed three times to Sun Jingyuan, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. He led a group of Sun family's secret guards, following Sun Jingyuan's orders, to quickly relocate Sun Xuanye.

  It wasn't long before, as Sun Gongcang had said, the Sun manor received a visitor from Li Zimo.

  Gong Xiangru walked into the Sun Mansion with a gentle breeze in his sleeves. Sun Qing stepped forward to greet him: "Lord Gong, it's been a while. What brings you to our humble abode today?"

  "Lord Sun." Gong Xiangyu also smiled and said, "His Majesty has invited Lord Sun to enter the palace for discussion, and I have been specially sent to welcome you, sir."

  Sun Gong burst out laughing loudly: "The Emperor didn't let Li Gonggong bring the imperial edict over, but instead had Palace Master come personally to receive me. It can only be said that Palace Master wants to invite me to his turf for a cup of tea."

  "Since Your Excellency has understood the imperial will, I request that you accompany me on a trip." Palace Minister Like replied.

  Looking at Gong Xiangru's calm face, Sun Qinglang felt like he was savoring the past, with all sorts of flavors. The Gong family should have been the target of his resentment. But thinking carefully about it, both families had simply placed their bets on different people. They just bet wrong. Who would have thought that Li Zimo could ascend to the throne in such an environment and hold on until now?

  "I'll follow Palace Master then." He bowed his head in return, and Sun Jing followed the Ministry of Justice's people out of the Sun Manor, getting into a horse carriage.

  Mingxiangru stood in front of the Sun Mansion, which had just been abandoned by Sun Gengcang. He looked around and saw that Madame Sun had rushed out from the backyard upon hearing the news, shouting: "Master! Master! Where are you taking him?"

  The ups and downs of officialdom, no one can know their own future fate. Thinking back to the year when his father, Gong Hongwen, was taken away at home, his mother, Madame Gong, was still embroidering flowers in her room, as if she didn't see anything.

  The palace was like a sinking ship, and before Madame Sun could grab her clothes, she flung her sleeve and walked out. At the gate, Sun Ruyue, who was in a hurry to take a carriage back home, saw his shadow and felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been shot by an arrow. Madame Sun rushed out and grabbed her daughter: "Ruyue, quickly save your father! Your father is going to be caught and beheaded. You must go and beg the Princess Chang and Princess Su!"

  Sun Ruyu gasped for breath, feeling her mother's fingers like claws scratching at her heart, one knife cut after another, almost making her suffocate. "Alright, alright, I'll return to the Princess's Manor immediately."

  As the carriage turned back to the princess's mansion, she looked back and gazed at his receding figure with a lingering reluctance.

  Sun Jingcang had just sat down in the large prison of the Ministry of Punishment when he heard the iron gate clanging shut, and someone else arrived at the Ministry of Punishment.

  The dragon-embroidered dragon robe, in the dark dungeon, emitted a faint glow that made it impossible to look directly at it, and walked right up to him.

  Sun Jing's face was solemn and respectful, saying: "Your Majesty."

  "No need to bow to me, Lord Sun. It seems that in your heart, I have never been considered the Son of Heaven." With a clouded brow and a pair of calm eyes, he gazed at him without joy or sorrow.

  Sun Jing's body trembled and he knelt down: "Your subject pays homage to Your Majesty."

  "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

  "I have nothing to say to Your Majesty." Sun Jing held his hands against his forehead and said, "If Your Majesty wants to punish me, I admit my guilt."

  "Yes. I have thought of it, you entered the great prison, Sun Cheng was willing to be a lone man, to atone for the hundreds of lives lost by the Sun family. Of course, I can cut off the heads of all the hundreds of people in the Sun family at once, regardless of whether Sun Cheng is willing to hand over military power."

  The words had reached this point, Sun Jing's head slowly lifted up from the ground, staring at Long Yan: "It's good that Your Majesty knows the power of the Sun family army. One person dying doesn't mean the Sun family army will perish. Similarly, if my son and daughter die, the Sun family army won't perish either."

  "Proof that you've already handed over your military power, and it's been given to someone else. That's why Sun Cheng can be so fearless, even daring to kill the emperor's father-in-law."

  "Guo Wen has already been condemned by Your Majesty, I killed a guilty official, what other crime is there?"

  "Is Wakamiya Hirofumi wrongly accused?"

  Thinking of Empress Gong being still alive, Sun Qing's pale face finally showed a hint of pallor.

  "In fact, you yourself are clear, even if I don't cut off your head, the lives of you and your son, because of the crimes you committed before, will be like this."

  Sun Jing's two tightly clenched fists trembled with rage, and at this moment, the person he hated most was not the man in front of him, but that woman, the Empress Gong. How did she manage to bring the Sun family to its current state?!

  "Want me to plead with the Empress on your behalf and let you off lightly?"

  Sun Jing's eyes were wide with fear, his lips trembling as he said: "I beg of you, whatever it takes, I must see the Empress Dowager, please, Your Majesty, you must grant me this!"