The Female Assistant of Wei Yuyan Shuangfei

After washing up briefly in the Marquis Ding'an's mansion, Zhao Zhen changed into clean clothes and got on the carriage that had been prepared in advance.

When he got into the carriage and saw Yan Qing, he was stunned and said, "My Lord! What are you doing..."

"Master Zhao! These are my personal guards. It would be inappropriate if I am not in the carriage." Yan Qing said softly.

But just as Yan Qing said, it would be unreasonable if he was not there, so he happily sat on the side of the carriage and randomly picked up a book to read.

The carriage was moving slowly on the street.

The east of the city was originally inhabited by officials and their families, and there were basically no pedestrians coming and going. Most of them were maids from various mansions and servants who came to purchase goods.

In a short while, the carriage arrived outside the palace gate, and was stopped by the guards at the gate and asked, "My Lord, you are entering the palace late at night. Do you have a written order from the emperor?"

Although the inner city had not been locked at this moment, the time to enter the palace had long passed, and the man was a military general leading troops, which made the guards more worried.

"I see that the emperor has something to report, but there is no handwritten order." Yan Qing said in a deep voice through the curtains.

"Sorry! Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. I will send someone to greet you right away, Your Majesty." The guard bowed.

Yan Qing did not dare to enter rashly, fearing that he might be accused of trespassing, so he could only say coldly through the curtain: "Well! Thank you for your help."

The guard whispered a few words to a eunuch at the door, and then saw the eunuch hurriedly walking towards the imperial palace.

The Imperial Palace, the Qinzheng Hall.

A middle-aged man in gorgeous scarlet clothes was sitting on a jade table, like a steady mountain.

He buried his head in concentration as he sorted out the memorials in his hands, his brows alternately furrowed and relaxed.

From time to time, he would gently take the red pen and make circles and dots on the memorials.

Then, he carefully placed the reviewed memorial aside.

This person is none other than the current ruler of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Kuo of Song.

Just as Emperor Song Zhen closed the memorial and took another one, he saw Eunuch An quickly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty! The eunuch at Chong'an Gate came to report that Marquis Ding'an and his personal guards are coming to see the emperor."

"Yeah!~"

Emperor Song Zhen frowned and said in a deep voice, "He needs to bring his personal guards to see the emperor. How did he get here?"

"The eunuch reported that Marquis Ding'an was riding in a carriage." Eunuch An responded carefully.

Emperor Song Zhen had never doubted Marquis Ding'an's loyalty. Not to mention that the Crown Prince was on good terms with Yan Shuang, even with the relationship with Princess Pingyang, people in the streets had to call Yan Qing "cousin-law".

"Go to Xuan."

Just as Eunuch An was about to say something, he heard Emperor Song Zhen say repeatedly, "Wait! I remember that Marquis Ding'an is old, so I will allow him to drive into the palace and take the imperial road."

"I obey your command." Eunuch An leaned forward and responded, then turned and left the Qinzheng Hall.

Emperor Song Zhen put down the memorial, picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying: "Yan Qing! What are you doing? You are a prudent person and you would not do such an overstepping thing."

While Emperor Song Zhen was thinking, Eunuch An also trotted and arrived at Chong'an Gate, panting.

After taking a look at the carriage, he calmed down a little and said in a clear voice: "The emperor has given an order, 'I remember that Marquis Ding'an is old, and I will allow him to drive into the palace and take the imperial road.'"

Eunuch An delivered his order word for word, and the guards at the door could not stop him.

After Yan Qing expressed his thanks through the curtain, he asked his personal guards to wait outside Chong'an Gate, and he only let the coachman drive into the palace.

Although there is an official order, if this matter reaches the ears of the civil officials, I am afraid there will be another verbal and written criticism.

With Eunuch An leading the way, the carriage arrived outside the Qinzheng Hall unimpeded. The eunuchs waiting outside the hall came forward and quickly placed the horse stool.

Yan Qing got off the carriage first, bowed to it and said, "Prince! We're here."

"Grand...Grand...Prince." Eunuch An said in shock.

After all, he knew the whereabouts of the prince. After all, Emperor Song Zhen had informed him about the trip to Xuantian Temple in Wuzhou to detoxify, and asked him to pay more attention to the reports from the Ministry of Punishment.

But after the prince left Wuzhou, there was no news. He sent several waves of troops to Wuzhou, but found no clues.

Just as Eunuch An's face was filled with shock, he saw a handsome figure walking out of the carriage.

Several eunuchs raised their eyes slightly, took a look with their peripheral vision, then knelt down tremblingly and said, "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Eunuch An! I haven't seen you for a few months. I see you look as energetic as ever!"

When Eunuch An heard this, his heart trembled suddenly. A bad premonition suddenly came to his mind, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Eunuch An! How can you sweat so much in such cold weather? Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Thank you, my Lord, for your consideration of me."

Eunuch An replied tremblingly, "This servant is here to see the Crown Prince. Now that the Crown Prince has returned to the capital safely, this servant can finally put her mind at ease."

"Let's not talk about whether to let me go or not. Take me to see my father." Zhao Zhen said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Eunuch An leaned forward and responded, then led Zhao Zhen and Yan Qing into the Qinzheng Hall.

Emperor Song Zhen, who was originally reviewing memorials, looked even more solemn when he saw three figures walking in.

Suddenly, Emperor Song Zhen's expression was shocked. When he saw Zhao Zhen walking in the middle, a hint of joy instantly appeared in his eyes.

"Pu'er! You finally returned safely."

"Your son greets His Majesty." Zhao Pu (Zhao Zhen) bowed his head and saluted.

Emperor Song Zhen immediately put down the memorial in his hand, walked quickly towards Zhao Pu, looked him up and down and touched him, and after confirming that he was fine, he felt relieved.

Random! He took the opportunity to look at Yan Qing, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Lord Yan! How did you get involved with Pu'er? Where is Yan Shuang?"

"Butler Rong Bin."

Yan Qing stroked his hand and said, "My son is still at home, but the prince was afraid of an accident, so he asked me to escort him. Now that the prince is safe, I will take my leave."

Emperor Song Zhen did not respond. When he saw Zhao Pu nod, he immediately suppressed his doubts and said, "Thank you for your help, Marquis Yan. In this case, I will not keep Marquis Yan."

"I'm leaving now." Yan Qing bowed and saluted, then left the Qinzheng Hall.

In the carriage, Yan Qing seemed to be reading a book, but in fact he was trying to figure out what happened to the prince. With Yan Shuang's retelling, he had reason to suspect that these things were closely related to the Second Prince.

Now that the throne has been decided, everything the Second Prince has done is in vain, and the outcome cannot be changed unless the Crown Prince is killed.

It was because of this that Yan Qing was unwilling to wade into this muddy water. As for sending Zhao Zhen back to the palace, it was also a last resort.

After all, the prince left Beijing with Yan Shuang. As a father, he had to ensure that Zhao Pu appeared in front of Emperor Song Zhen in good condition.

However, Yan Qing's series of actions naturally could not be hidden from the eyes of Emperor Song Zhen. He just said "old fox" and pulled Zhao Pu to sit aside.