The journey from Xiling to Dongling is long. Not to mention one Chu Chen, even if there are ten, you may not be able to come to Dongling safely.

Zhengjun...

He must be destined to be his destiny.

"I have just known Mr. Qin for a few days, and I can't say I like it." Zixi said, with a few curves raised at the corners of his lips, "But Mr. Qin is really good, and I really can't say it in the future."

As he said that, he patted his hand: "Okay, go back, don't think so much."

After saying these words, she turned around and left.

Feng Weiyu stood silently for a while, thinking about Zixi's words over and over again, but he didn't hear a definite promise.

The hand hanging beside him couldn't help but clench his eyes became more and more dim.

When he returned to the Prime Minister's Office to summon his aide and his confidant Yingwei into the study, he asked coldly: "What's going on recently? Is there no news outside?"

"Report to the Prime Minister, I just got the news tonight..." A middle-aged scholar looked a little ugly. "The group of people we sent out five days ago seemed to have received some news, but before they could get the news back, they were all killed."

Feng Weiyu's expression changed and she was so angry that she broke the teacup in her hand.

Others were silent.

Feng Weiyu almost bit her teeth to pieces before she restrained her boiling anger. "There is nothing unusual in the Imperial Heaven Supervision?"

"No." Another official shook his head, looking a little solemn, "The Imperial Heaven Supervision has indeed been observing astrological signs these days, so he should not have lie."

Feng Weiyu's expression was gloomy, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes, without a trace of gentleness.

The middle-aged scholar whispered: "What are you going to gain when the prime minister enters the palace today?"

Feng Weiyu held the desk with her hands, her expression flashed and dark. She was silent for a long time before she said, "If you can't get the position of Zhengjun, do you think it's better to enter the harem or not?"

"It depends on the empress's attitude towards the prime minister's mansion." said the middle-aged literary scholar, "If you like it and feel guilty..."

"I can't determine her attitude now."

Feng Weiyu is a cautious person. Zixi's attitude changed a lot during this period. Except for coming to the prime minister's house that night, he always seemed to be neither salty nor light in the following days...

"Is it possible... the empress was under surveillance in the palace?" The middle-aged scribe frowned, as if he suddenly thought of this question, "Otherwise, how can I explain her sudden change in attitude?"

Being monitored?

Feng Weiyu was stunned, "Is this possible?"

"Why not?" The middle-aged scribe thought about it, the more likely it was. "The empress's day for power was about to come, but she was completely closed in the palace a few months ago. She just showed up and her attitude changed a lot, and she didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about power... So are she really not keen on, or is the palace already completely controlled by the Regent during the period of time?"

These words reminded Feng Weiyu like a revelation.

He thought about everything carefully, from Zixi's feelings for him before he was closed to the palace to recuperate, to his later avoiding meetings - he was clearly recuperating from the wounds, but rumors spread outside that the empress was romantic, so she did not think about the government.

Is it possible that these rumors were also deliberately spread by the Regent?

Finally, after finally showing up, the court was always silent, and the Regent was still in charge...
Chapter completed!