After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

At 3:30 am, the lights were still on in the duty room of the Secretariat. Pei Jiaoran was reviewing the documents of the Secretariat by candlelight. Although Xu Yan's memorial had been delivered to the Emperor of Wei, she did not dare to take it lightly. At present, Su Jinghui's life was only half lost. It was too early to talk about victory at this moment.

The charcoal in the Suanni incense burner crackled. Pei Jiaoran sat beside him with two visiting cards in his hands. The gilded edges of the visiting cards were reflected by the charcoal fire and turned blood red. On the left was written "Zhexi Jiedushi" Shen Yunzhou, and on the right was "Wei Bo Jiedushi" Tian Zizhan.

The small characters in gold and mud on the left meander like a waterway in Wu, and the iron-painted silver hooks on the right tear the silk like the north wind of Yan and Zhao. The former is the money bag of the court in the southeast, and the latter is the court's former major concern. But now it seems like a poisoned blade, held in her hand.

This is a visiting card sent the day before New Year's Eve, but she has been busy with trivial matters in the past few days, and today is the time to take a break. In addition, the frontier officials have not finished reporting their duties, but they are meeting with important officials in the central government? I am afraid that the impeachment memorials from the Censorate will be piled up on the imperial desk tomorrow. The actions of these two people are extremely taboo.

His fingertips paused for a moment above the brazier, and finally he threw the card into the charcoal. Watching the golden edge of the card curl into a burnt butterfly in the flames, and the words being swallowed by the flames, Pei Jiaoran curled his lips.

"Go to the Jinzouyuan tomorrow morning and tell them that if they want to invite me to a banquet, remember that the sea bass sashimi must be freshly caught and killed, and the Wei Bo donkey meat must be roasted alive to be more delicious." Pei Jiaoran instructed Fangge.

Fangge was startled and retreated into the darkness with his head bowed.

That day, the fields were covered with dusk. The setting sun was floating in the clouds like a golden crow about to sink. A green-covered carriage rolled over the wet Suzaku Street, plowing two muddy furrows.

The carriage drove into the West Market and stopped in front of Yujin Tower. The curtain was lifted, and a girl wrapped in fox fur came down slowly and paused at the door for a moment.

The doctor had already come to greet her with great hospitality, his face glistening in the reflection of the lantern: "Girl, the wing is ready."

The girl raised her chin slightly, not quite nodding. The hem of her dress rustled across the remaining snow on the steps. After passing the four-curved screen with a painting of a Hu Ji offering wine, the wooden stairs swallowed her footsteps and creaked.

Two men in flowery robes stood outside the room. When they saw her coming, they bowed respectfully and pushed the door open to welcome her in.

As soon as he stepped into the house, the music stopped abruptly. The people who were sitting there stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Pei." Several people said in unison.

The maid standing at the door came forward and helped her untie the straps of her fox fur coat.

Looking up, he saw that the main seat in the middle was empty, as if waiting for its owner. With a smile on his lips, Pei Jiaoran slowly walked forward and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, the others dared to sit down. The maids who had been waiting for a long time came in one after another, holding red lacquered wooden trays and approaching, half kneeling in front of the table. Two Jun kiln ice crack porcelain plates were placed in front of them, on the left side were slices of crystal clear sea bass, and on the right side were brown and fragrant donkey meat.

With the silver chopsticks, the sea bass on the ice crack porcelain plate has a texture as thin as a cicada's wing and blood seeps through it, just like a map of the dense water network in the south of the Yangtze River. The donkey meat is exuding vitality.

Pei Jiaoran suddenly chuckled and raised his hand to high-five. Yi Fangge came in with a brocade box in his hand and presented the contents to the two.

"Your Majesty gave me this Mengding stone flower some time ago." Pei Jiaoran smiled, "You two may take it back and try it."

Upon hearing this, Tian Zizhan and Shen Yunzhou looked at each other, took the brocade box from Fangge and put it aside.

Looking around, he saw that Tian Zizhan had no intention of speaking. Shen Yunzhou smiled and made an opening statement, "Su Jinghui has been the prime minister for many years, and the court is in a mess. We were wondering when the Secretariat would be able to change its appearance. I never thought that Your Majesty has a sharp eye and can see through his face. Now that the Secretariat is without a leader, the position of the Minister of the Secretariat must belong to you. Prime Minister Pei, although you are young, you have the ability to be like Su Jinghui. Jiangnan has such a good man who works hard to serve the country, and he is really a role model for us."

After hearing this, everyone raised their glasses to congratulate. Although Shen Yunzhou's words were praising Pei Jiaoran, it was more like reminding her that she needed to return the promised dividends. She had cooperated with the two governors present, and the Shen family had helped her, so she was promoted to the governor of Zhejiang West. Since ancient times, important officials of the central government would not have close contacts with frontier officials. Shen Yunzhou's move seemed to be an explanation for what he did a few days ago.

Now, if Su Jinghui is convicted, the court will fall into a period of power adjustment, and the power dividend will be so huge that it is unimaginable. Those who are interested will naturally come to share this piece of the pie. In the same political position, there cannot be common people.

Now that the Shen family said this, in addition to showing that the two were from the same hometown, they were also trying to get closer. At this time, Tian Zizhan also turned his eyes to Pei Jiaoran. He knew that his identity had a political stain, and given the character of the Emperor of Wei, it was impossible for him to get involved in the central government. But it was not impossible to fight for it, after all, the Emperor of Wei was no longer young.

Tian Zizhan was the first to ask, "Prime Minister Pei, will the examinations for officials above the fifth rank still be held as scheduled?"

"We're just missing a Minister of the Secretariat. The Secretariat is now jointly overseeing provincial affairs with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. But the Envoy of Yanziku was convicted and executed a long time ago, and now Prime Minister Su is imprisoned at home. The position in the Council of State is quite vacant." Pei Jiaoran tapped the table with his fingers and looked at them with a smile.

Everyone was not in the palace yesterday, so they didn't know what happened. When they heard the news suddenly, their faces suddenly changed. The crown prince and Pei Jiaoran reviewed the affairs of the province together, which sounds good. In fact, the crown prince was the only one in charge. More importantly, the imperial power could take this opportunity to intervene in the Secretariat and get involved in the power of the prime minister.

At this time, Shen Yunzhou frowned and asked worriedly, "The Crown Prince will review the provincial affairs with you?"

Pei Jiaoran took the teacup brought by the maid and sipped it. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty has always been wary of powerful officials. Now the central government is in chaos. I expected him to do this."

"The Crown Prince is in charge of the provincial affairs, where is the power of the Prime Minister?" The people behind Shen Yunzhou expressed their dissatisfaction, and then said: "The rest of the ministers, do you have any objections?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yunzhou coughed twice and said, "Not tolerating the power of ministers is the long-term way to govern a country."

Pei Jiaoran was impressed by Shen Yunzhou's words. The experience of these Jiangnan nobles in fighting for power with the Southern Migrants was passed down through their bloodline.

When everyone quieted down, Shen Yunzhou asked with a smile, "How does Mr. Pei plan to deal with this?"

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran narrowed his eyes, picked up a piece of sea bass with silver chopsticks and swallowed it with the sauce, then said slowly: "This fish is good, very fresh."

"When Mr. Pei was conserving water in Wuxing, had he ever thought that he would be able to taste Taihu perch today?" Shen Yunzhou asked with a smile.

Listening to Shen Yunzhou's words, Tian Zizhan's rough fingers that were stroking the icy patterns on the Jun porcelain suddenly paused, and he suddenly stabbed the silver chopsticks into the center of the donkey meat, and the amber oil flowed down along the cracks.

"Mr. Pei, why don't you try the donkey meat from the north? Is it okay?"