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Then, Ye Zifen gently placed the letter in her hand on the table. The whole action seemed elegant and light, but the decisiveness contained in it was obvious.

Then she paused for a moment, as if considering her next words.

"But..." Finally, she spoke again: "This matter is of great importance. We should report it to the emperor as soon as possible so that he can understand it."

After saying this, Ye Zifen nodded slightly, indicating that she had made her position clear.

At this time, the prime minister, who had been silent all the time, slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the few strands of gray beard on his chin. The expression on his face seemed a little solemn but somewhat satisfied.

After a while, he slowly responded: "What the princess said makes sense, but the prince consort is a royal relative after all, and this matter is really serious. If it is not handled properly, it may cause a series of unexpected disturbances."

Ye Zifen snorted coldly, her lips curled up slightly, revealing a look of disdain: "It is precisely because you are a royal relative that you should set an example! If such a precedent is easily set, how can the discipline of the court be maintained in the future?"

Her voice was clear and pleasant, but the majesty contained in it was unquestionable.

Upon hearing this, the prime minister standing by could not help but nodded in agreement.

He said respectfully, "The princess is right. I will make arrangements right away and report this to the emperor as soon as possible."

After saying this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he was confident of victory in this matter.

However, Ye Zifen waved her hand at this time, looked at the Prime Minister with a smile, and slowly said: "Prime Minister, you already have your own opinions in your heart. You came to ask me this time, don't you want to test my ability? I wonder if the answer I just gave can satisfy you, Prime Minister?"

Although her face showed a somewhat calm expression, deep in her bright eyes, there was a subtle hint of vigilance.

Hearing this, the prime minister suddenly smiled mysteriously.

That smile was like a whirlpool that suddenly appeared in an abyss of water, making it difficult to fathom its true intention.

Then he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Ye Zifen.

The whole movement was as smooth and natural as flowing water, appearing extremely respectful and polite.

But at the same time, there was a powerful aura emanating from him, as if he was looking down on others and in control of everything.

"The princess is indeed very intelligent. I deeply admire your intelligence."

The Prime Minister said softly. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left the place with steady and powerful steps.

His figure gradually faded away.

Ye Zifen quietly stared at the Prime Minister's gradually receding back, thinking secretly in her heart.

Although the figure was getting smaller and smaller, it seemed to carry an invisible huge pressure, weighing heavily on her heart.

A faint sense of worry involuntarily welled up in her heart. This worry was like a ball of tangled silk threads, tightly coiled and intertwined, and deeply rooted in her heart.

She really had no idea how the emperor would handle this matter and could not predict it at all.

You know, the emperor's mind has always been as unfathomable as the deep ocean, and this incident is of great importance, and a single move can affect the entire body.

Thinking of this, her originally relaxed brows gradually wrinkled slightly, like two crescent moons hanging on her forehead.

Her bright eyes were now filled with deep contemplation, as if she was trying to see through the fog in front of her and see the future direction and development of the situation.

Praying silently in her heart, she sincerely hoped that the decision the emperor would ultimately make would satisfy the powerful prime minister.

After all, this prime minister is truly a powerful person, and his influence in the court is already deeply rooted and complex, and should never be underestimated.

After some investigation and analysis, Ye Zifen is now certain that the Prime Minister is a pair of sharp eyes placed in the court by the retired emperor.

Those eyes were always keeping a close eye on every move in the court, and no movement could escape his surveillance.

Sadly, however, she herself was like a sharp blade placed in the light, ruthlessly pushed into the public eye, bearing the tremendous pressure from all sides alone.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand why the retired emperor could give up the power of the court so easily and turn to self-cultivation without any reluctance.

Ye Zifen stood quietly in the courtyard. As time passed, she did not feel too anxious or uneasy.

Gradually, the sky was shrouded in night, and the darkness gradually swallowed up the last ray of afterglow.

At this moment, the Prime Minister's steady footsteps came from far away.

The prime minister walked hurriedly into the yard, holding a thick stack of memorials tightly in his hand.

These memorials were the important documents that the Prime Minister had carefully classified yesterday and had given detailed suggestions for handling.

On some of the memorials, the emperor's annotations written in cinnabar pen were bright and clear; on others, there were only a few words, but these short words were enough to influence the future and destiny of countless people.

Those memorials rejected by the emperor seemed to have lost their vitality and lay silently in the prime minister's broad palm.

They seemed to be unwilling and deeply lost, as if silently telling the reasons why they failed to pass the review.

Perhaps it is because the proposed handling opinions are still insufficient, or perhaps some extremely sensitive key issues have been accidentally touched upon.

Therefore, these memorials need to be re-drafted and the solutions need to be thought about in depth again.

Each volume of folding papers is like a heavy mountain, carrying endless responsibilities and earnest expectations.

They are not only a tiny microcosm of major national affairs, but also a true portrayal of the daily lives of ordinary people.

Some memorials deal with fierce wars in border areas, and the tense and urgent situation is presented through the densely packed text like a surging wave, right in front of the eyes; while others focus closely on the discussion of people's livelihoods and well-being, and every word reveals the care and concern for every aspect of people's lives.

However, faced with such numerous and crucial memorials, the prime minister had to once again spend a lot of time and energy to carefully consider and properly handle them.

These memorials also need to be discussed in the court.

Every decision,

All of these will affect the future direction of the country.