Wen Mu, as the emperor's confidant counselor and the prime minister of a country, was also worried. They had some vague speculations about the emperor's abnormality, but the emperor said nothing, and could only gradually lose his spirit's eyes and always dull silence, which made people feel more anxious day by day.

On the evening of the sixth day of the fifth month, there were only two days left before the throne. You Shang Palace, who was in charge of the throne, came to report, "Prime Minister, the robes that the emperor had to wear during the throne ceremony have been made. I want to ask the emperor to try it on, and see where it needs to be modified, but I searched all the palace but didn't see the emperor."

Wen Mu frowned when he heard this, "The Emperor is not in Qilin Palace?"

You Shanggong shook his head: "No."

Wen Mu thought for a while, "You go back first, I'll go find the emperor."

"Yes, thank you Prime Minister."

A sigh flashed in Wen Mu's eyes, and he really wanted to know, what kind of temper is the emperor making?

Is it an anxiety disorder before ascending the throne?

He thought in his mind that he left the palace alone and went directly to Ziyun Villa.

When I arrived at Fufengyuan, I was still empty.

Wen Mu almost found the entire villa like a headless fly until he found some strangers on the school grounds. He was stunned for a moment.

All of them are in black clothes and are undergoing more rigorous training than ordinary soldiers.

On the stage, a man wearing a black robe and a woven gold belt stood with his hands behind his back, covering his piping cloak, and his figure was tall and upright. Even if he didn't speak, he had a kind of imposing force like a mountain of pressure.

Wen Mu's eyebrows are slightly locked, who are these people?

The army trained by His Majesty the Emperor secretly? It doesn't look like...

Standing on the school ground, King Chen turned his head as if he was aware of it. When he saw Wen Mu, he frowned almost imperceptibly, then walked down the platform and came to the direction where Wen Mu was.

"What's the matter?" His tone was cold, revealing his natural majesty. "The emperor is not in the palace?"

Wen Mu was stunned again.

This person obviously not only knows the emperor, but also knows himself, but his tone of speaking does not have the awe of the emperor as he should have, but rather has a familiarity with people close to him and a...unspeakable meaning.

Perhaps Wen Mu was unwilling to even dare not think too much. He was keen to tell at this time, at least the man in front of him was not an enemy.

He nodded slowly: "Your Excellency,..."

King Chen did not answer his doubts, but turned around and said, "Come."

Two men in black flew over and knelt on one knee.

"Go and look for it immediately, find the emperor and ask him to go back to the villa."

"Subordinates obey the order."

"You can go back to the palace first." King Chen looked at Wen Mu, his tone as if he was ordering, "The emperor will go back soon."

Wen Mu found that he could not speak a word, and nodded subconsciously. When he realized it, the man had turned around and flew to the school grounds.

The sharp and cold aura around him made Wen Mu constantly feel shocked and suspicious. He found that he had no power to resist in front of this man.

Will go back soon?

Does he know where the emperor is?

Or is his men really so powerful that no matter where the emperor is, they can be found in the shortest time?

Wen Mu left the villa half-believingly, thinking about the matter, so naturally he couldn't go back to his mansion, and there were still a lot of notes in the palace.

He really felt that he would live twenty years less after having a willful master.
Chapter completed!