Hey, you are reborn too?

He did not respond immediately, but bent his body, covered his abdomen with his hands, and glanced towards the copper basin in the corner of the room.

Zeng Qing was an understanding man. Noticing that the young master frowned, he immediately followed his gaze and saw the copper basin, which made him understand.

Of course, he did not miss the strange emotion in the young master's eyes.

Are you really uncomfortable?

Zeng Qing guessed on his own, and quickly said "I'm sorry", then raised his hand and brought the basin to the young master's bedside.

"What's wrong, Mian'er?" Concubine Chen's voice sounded, a little anxious, "Do you want to vomit?"

This time, Jiang Mian held his stomach tightly, trying hard to create a nauseous feeling. However, he didn't know if the pill was too strong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel like vomiting at all.

Feeling that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Jiang Mian lowered his head and chose to retreat rapidly.

"Thank you, Father and Mother, for visiting us." His hands were still firmly clasped on his abdomen. His face was pale and there was cold sweat on his temples. "I am fine. I just need to rest for a while."

Huh... Huh..., there was a panting sound coming from the window, and Jiang Mian felt a rare trace of pity in his heart.

That was Zhang Yuanpan, the judge whose throat he had choked.

He closed his eyes gently and rolled his eyes. Why not take advantage of such a good opportunity?

Jiang Mian immediately bowed with difficulty: "Your Excellency, I just had a nightmare and didn't know how to control my strength. I hope you can forgive me for offending you."

Hearing his heartfelt apology, Concubine Chen and the Emperor followed his gaze and saw Court Judge Zhang who was still in a good mood.

"My dear Mr. Zhang," the emperor looked at the sixty-year-old judge Zhang, and finally felt a little pity for him. He sighed softly, "I'm sorry to bother you tonight."

Jiang Mian's heart, which had been relieved, was suddenly tightened again.

What is "trouble"?

Could it be that Judge Zhang had his throat choked and his vitality seriously damaged, but he still had to drag his broken body to continue treating himself?

"Father," Jiang Mian hurriedly bowed to the emperor again. He gritted his teeth and began to talk nonsense, "All the mistakes are my fault. I shouldn't worry about my body and be in a state of anxiety all day long just because of a small punishment from you."

Seeing that the emperor was moved, he took a breath, his face calm, and his tone sincere: "I have realized my mistake, but I feel uneasy about offending Zhang Yuanpan just now. I hope that your father will punish me impartially and confine me to this palace for three months to reflect on my mistakes."

"This……"

The emperor stroked his chin and hesitated.

"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable!"

Concubine Chen held the emperor's hand and glanced at him.

"Mian'er," the emperor was swayed by Concubine Chen, but he didn't look angry at all, and even had a little happiness in his eyes, "This is not entirely your fault, don't blame yourself too much."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, gently held Jiang Mian's hand, and patted it twice.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In fact, I have never liked interacting with others.

But the man in front of him was the emperor, and also his father in name only.

The most important thing is that I don’t have the reason or strength to push him away now.

Jiang Mian leaned back slightly, but still maintained a pale smile on his face: "I am grateful for your wise judgment, but I injured Judge Zhang in public and almost took his life. This makes me feel particularly uneasy."

"If you don't punish me," Jiang Mian lowered his eyes, letting the black eyelashes cast shadows on his eyes, "I will always feel uneasy."

"So... you insist that I confine you to this palace for three months?"

Jiang Mian raised his eyes, his glassy eyes were so bright that they could absorb almost any light source: "Yes, I am willing to accept the punishment, and I hope that Father will grant my wish!"

The emperor did not speak immediately, but narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a look unique to those in a higher position.

The look in his eyes was not vicious, and seemed emotionless. It was as if he was just evaluating how much he was worth and what he should do.

Jiang Mian didn't dodge or evade. He was too familiar with this look. After he held the power of life and death in his previous life, he often saw this look in other people's eyes.

As for what he was thinking about at the moment, Jiang Mian had a rough idea in his mind.

It was very simple. The emperor was not thinking about anything else at the moment. He was just considering how valuable his proposal was to him.

"Father," Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and added fuel to the fire, "I heard that Uncle Zhang and his group claimed that I overstepped the boundaries of investigation and took human life lightly. This claim caused a lot of trouble in the previous dynasty."

Having said this, Jiang Mian deliberately paused to check the emperor's expression.

Seeing that man's eyes become more sinister, Jiang Mian sighed softly and said helplessly: "I am not speechless. You can ask the Minister of Justice and you will naturally know the whole story."

The emperor blinked slightly, as if he was also moved by the sincerity in Jiang Mian's words.

He did not say whether he had asked the Minister of Justice or verified with others. He just patted Jiang Mian's knee gently.

No one came to sigh: "Mian'er, you have worked hard."

Jiang Mian understood what was going on and sighed that the emperor was indeed an old fox who hid his intentions too deeply.

I knew in my previous life that although Emperor Dayuan looked confused on the surface, he was actually very difficult to fool.

Although he valued civil affairs over military affairs, he still appeased the generals in secret and arranged for his confidants to have some identities in the martial arts world so that they could spy on the affairs of the martial arts world for him at any time and solve some problems he wanted to solve.

Therefore, when the Emperor of Dayuan was still alive in the previous life, even though Jiang Mian took power in Beili, he kept his troops inactive for a long time, trying to coexist peacefully with Dayuan, and never attacked Dayuan.

Until Jiang Yu could no longer bear it, he launched a coup, successfully seized the throne, and built up his army to the point where it was vulnerable to a single blow.

Then he led the Beili Cavalry to deal a fatal blow to Dayuan.

Of course, this also includes the fact that Jiang Yu is not like the emperor, who has the intention to smooth over the relationship between the two countries.

Jiang Yu was too greedy and ambitious, had no real ability, and was jealous. He personally forced the brilliant Third Prince Jiang Min to death, and gave Awei's father and brother a cup of poisoned wine to death.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but lower his head, his lips half curled.

Letting such a narrow-minded and weak person be the emperor, Dayuan deserves to destroy the country.

When his thoughts turned to the emperor, Jiang Mian couldn't help but blink his eyes slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

For no reason, the sight of Awei, with her bright eyes under the light and her earnest words as she told him "I want to establish a wise ruler for Dayuan", went straight into his heart.

Jiang Mian took a deep breath and sighed slowly.

Avi, Avi, you really make it very difficult for me.

"Mian'er," Jiang Mian's thoughts were interrupted. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the source of the voice. It was the emperor. "You really have never exceeded your authority or taken human lives?"

Jiang Mian raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The old emperor would ask himself this question, most likely because he had asked the Minister of Justice beforehand.

In fact, Jiang Mian himself was quite curious as to whether the Minister of Justice, who was known for his uprightness, would speak up for him.

"Father," he thought to himself, but on the surface he still had to do what he had to do, "Does your son's opinion really matter?"

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.