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Ye Zifen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She calmed herself down, then raised her foot again and walked towards where the prime minister was with firm steps.

The road was not smooth, but the faith in her heart was as hot as a burning flame, supporting her to keep moving forward.

Along the way, her thoughts ran wild like a wild horse.

Various images and thoughts flashed through my mind from time to time: What kind of person would the prime minister be like? What would the outcome of this meeting be?

However, no matter how unpredictable the future may be, she knows that she cannot retreat.

The palace maids and eunuchs passing by saw Ye Zifen coming and bowed to her respectfully.

She just waved her hand slightly, indicating that they didn't need to be polite.

At this moment, all her attention was focused on the palace not far ahead - that was where the prime minister's office was located.

Finally, when they were about to reach their destination, Ye Zifen felt her heartbeat involuntarily quicken.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm.

At this moment, a ray of warm sunlight happened to fall on the glazed tiles of the palace, reflecting a dazzling light.

The light was so bright that it made the entire palace appear to be sparkling.

However, Ye Zifen's eyes were not attracted by this magnificent scene.

Her eyes remained firm as she stared straight into the palace.

When she slowly stepped into the palace gate, she immediately saw the prime minister sitting at the table, carefully reading memorials.

Judging from his appearance, the prime minister is already quite old, but time does not seem to have erased his innate majesty.

I saw that he had a slightly frown on his face and was staring intently at the memorial in his hand. He would occasionally write a few comments, and sometimes he would lightly twirl his beard and fall into deep thought.

Ye Zifen noticed that there were thick piles of memorials on both sides of the large desk. The memorials were piled up like a mountain, so high that they almost buried the prime minister.

From this we can see how busy the prime minister's daily government affairs are.

Despite this, he still handled every memorial meticulously and did not dare to slack off at all.

At this moment, the powerful prime minister was sitting in front of the desk. His already furrowed brows were now twisted into a hemp rope, tightly tangled together.

A pair of deep and sharp eyes, as if able to see through everything in the world, stared intently at the letter spread out in front of him, not missing a single word.

In his eyes, every line of words seemed to hide countless secrets waiting for him to uncover and see through.

His slender fingers were not idle either. From time to time, they would tap lightly on the folder, making crisp and rhythmic sounds.

This seemingly casual action actually revealed that deep in his heart he was struggling to think about a major decision concerning the fate of the country.

Ye Zifen, who was standing aside, seemed extremely cautious. She didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of making any noise and attracting the prime minister's attention.

She just stood there quietly, her body stretched straight, as motionless as a sculpture.

Despite this, the Prime Minister's keen perception seemed to detect her presence.

The prime minister raised his head slightly, and two eyes as hot as torches instantly swept towards Ye Zifen's direction.

At this moment, Ye Zifen felt as if she had become transparent all of a sudden, and all her thoughts and ideas were exposed to the prime minister without reservation.

An unprecedented feeling came over me.

However, facing the prime minister's scrutinizing and majestic gaze, Ye Zifen did not choose to retreat or escape.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth secretly, and tried her best to control her inner fear and anxiety, trying to make herself look calm and composed.

The prime minister's gaze stayed on Ye Zifen for only a brief moment, but for Ye Zifen, this brief moment seemed like a long century.

Fortunately, the prime minister finally withdrew his gaze and gave Ye Zifen a slightly gentle smile.

Then, he once again focused his attention on the memorial in his hand, as if Ye Zifen's appearance just now was just an insignificant episode in this tense atmosphere.

For a moment, the whole room was unusually quiet. Apart from the slight rustling sound made by the prime minister when he was reading the memorials and the occasional sigh he uttered inadvertently, no other superfluous sounds could be heard.

Ye Zifen carefully cast her gaze towards the Prime Minister without blinking, for fear of missing any slight change in expression on his face.

At this moment, the bright sunlight was pouring down through the narrow gap in the window like golden silk threads, just shining on the prime minister's face full of traces of time.

Those deep and shallow wrinkles are like the criss-crossing lines on an ancient map. It seems that each line carries a story full of vicissitudes, silently telling the countless ups and downs he has experienced.

Facing this powerful and unfathomable prime minister, she had no way of predicting what would happen in the future and could only wait quietly in this depressing atmosphere.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, when the mountain of memorials on the prime minister's right hand side had all been carefully read and sorted according to category, he slowly raised his head.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a kind smile, and he said softly to Ye Zifen: "Princess, the emperor has just sent news. From now on, we can be considered colleagues! Having someone as young and talented as you come to assist me, an old man who is about to die, will surely make it much easier to handle many matters in the future."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zifen was stunned at first, then she laughed and said, "You are too kind, Prime Minister! How could I be so worthy of your high evaluation and trust? But... hehe, I think from now on, if I encounter any difficult troubles, I am afraid someone will have to take the blame, don't you agree?"

The prime minister slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the long gray beard on his chin. In his eyes, which seemed cloudy but sparkled with brilliance from time to time, a hint of imperceptible shrewdness suddenly flashed across his eyes.

Then, he said slowly, "Princess, I wonder what exactly you mean by this statement? In this court, we, the ministers, should work together and do our best to help the current emperor solve his problems! Why do you suddenly mention the idea of ​​'taking the blame'?"