The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

Liao Qinglan held Gu Mingzhao's hand, fearing that he would kill someone directly.

She opened her red lips slightly, and said calmly, "Uncle Qin, it would be unwise for you to say it out loud at this moment."

Qin Yunhan stroked his beard, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I said it yesterday, you two have a blessed appearance, I have made up my mind to follow you, and I will not harm you."

"I also said that once things here are resolved, we will send you home to reunite with your daughter."

"You should be from the imperial court. I just want to make a deal with you."

Liao Qinglan did not deny his guess. Her expression remained calm as she asked, "What deal?"

"Someone in the court wants to kill me, so I can't go home. I only hope you can help me deal with that person."

"As long as Uncle Qin has not done anything against the law, my brother will definitely seek justice for you." Liao Qinglan said.

"Little girl, do you keep your word?"

Qin Yunhan could see that Gu Mingzhao was the superior.

But Gu Mingzhao didn't say anything, and he was still a little worried.

Gu Mingzhao finally spoke at this time, his voice steady: "Her words are my promise, she can fully represent me."

Liao Qinglan couldn't help but look up at Gu Mingzhao.

His expression still looked indifferent, but his trust in her was self-evident.

In such a crisis-ridden situation, her nerves were always tense, leaving her no time to think about Gu Mingzhao's amnesia.

In an isolated and helpless environment, they can only rely on each other, and they get along more naturally and harmoniously.

Liao Qinglan was very glad that she accompanied him into the dangerous situation this time.

Perhaps it was because Liao Qinglan looked at him too directly, Gu Mingzhao couldn't help but cough to remind her to be more careful.

Only then did Liao Qinglan come back to her senses.

Now that things have come to this with Qin Yunhan, it's time for everyone to come clean.

"Uncle Qin, do you know Qin Xiaoxiao?" Liao Qinglan asked in a low voice.

Qin Yunhan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice trembled a little: "You...you know Xiaoxiao?"

"We have had some interactions with her. She is doing well now. You don't need to worry. Although I don't know why Uncle Qin has fallen into such a situation, as long as you are willing to lend us a hand, I will definitely help you achieve your wish once the matter here is resolved."

Qin Yunhan just treated this matter as a business, and talked to them with an attitude of confidence and determination to win.

But when he heard the name Qin Xiaoxiao, his expression froze and he promised solemnly: "I, Qin Yunhan, have been in the business world for many years, relying on integrity. Since I have promised to help you, I will never betray you. If I break this promise, I am willing to suffer the punishment of heaven and never see Xiaoxiao again in my life!"

With his promise, Liao Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yunhan must have some outstanding qualities to be the richest man in Beijing.

With his help, it is undoubtedly a great boost.

*

Inside the Jizhou government office, the atmosphere was as depressing as a sky covered with dark clouds, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

The officials in the palace all looked solemn and dared not say much, for fear of getting into trouble by accident.

All the officials in Jizhou did not go home for the New Year, but no one, from the prefect to the yamen runners, dared to complain.

The reason was simple: His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, Wang Tingzhi, and Liao Qinglan, three noblemen, had accidents in Jizhou one after another.

Behind these three people are the power of the royal family, the dignity of the queen, and the authority of the prime minister.

Just one person stomping his feet can make the whole Jizhou shake.

No matter who it is, no one can bear the wrath of these three at the same time.

Changes in the Jizhou officialdom are inevitable.

Ever since Liao Zhendong's daughter and future son-in-law fell into the Yellow River, the powerful prime minister has been bedridden, and his once majestic face has become a little older and more haggard.

Liu Yu heard from his servants that Liao Zhendong had not eaten for another day, so he hurried over and said worriedly, "Prime Minister Liao, your health is very important. How can you survive without eating anything?"

Liao Zhendong sighed, his eyes full of fatigue and anxiety: "How can I possibly eat... Is there any news about His Highness and the others?"

Liu Yu lowered his head, his face full of guilt: "We have sent more people and expanded the search area, but we still haven't found any trace of His Highness and Miss Liao."

Upon hearing this, Liao Zhendong coughed violently a few times. He closed his eyes tightly, rubbed his throbbing temples, and looked quite helpless: "His Majesty has already blamed me for my poor performance and sent an imperial envoy to replace me. I estimate that the imperial envoy will arrive in Jizhou in the next two days."

"What? Prime Minister Liao, are you leaving?" Liu Yu was shocked, and his heart felt cold.

Liao Zhendong smiled bitterly: "This mistake is very serious. It is still unknown whether I can keep my position after returning."

Liu Yu's heart felt like it was doused with a basin of cold water, icy cold to the bone.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin had an accident in Jizhou, and the entire Jizhou officialdom is to blame.

At this moment, he and Liao Zhendong are like grasshoppers on the same rope, their fates closely linked.

What's more, if the sky fell, there would be someone taller to hold it up. As the highest-ranking official among all the people present, Liao Zhendong had to face most of the emperor's wrath.

If Liao Zhendong left and a new imperial envoy arrived, he couldn't imagine what kind of storm he would encounter.

A yamen runner came hurriedly and reported outside the door: "Prime Minister Liao, Lord Liu, the court has sent an imperial envoy, and he is waiting in the court now."

Liu Yu frowned slightly: "So fast?"

He had just received the news that the imperial envoy was approaching, but he didn't expect that the person would arrive in the blink of an eye.

This sudden change caught him off guard.

Liao Zhendong propped himself up, shakily stood up, and put on his official uniform: "What is coming will eventually come, let's go, we will go together."

They both walked into the court at the same time.

There stood a young official in the hall. He was the imperial envoy who came this time - Du You, Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

He was wearing a bright red official uniform, and although he was young, he looked very calm.

Holding the bright yellow imperial edict, he scanned the court and finally fixed his eyes on Liao Zhendong.

"Prime Minister Liao, you have worked hard recently. His Majesty has sent me here to take full charge of the supervision of Jizhou and order you to return to the capital immediately. This is the imperial edict, please review it, Prime Minister Liao."

The moment Liao Zhendong took the imperial edict, his eyes met with Du You's. The two looked at each other and understood each other's responsibilities and everything they had to face without words.

Liu Yu stood aside and was completely unable to catch the silent communication between the two of them.

He only felt an inexplicable chill surging up his back, as if a cold wind was passing through his spine, causing cold sweat to slide down unconsciously.

Liu Yu was filled with doubts: Why did His Majesty send officials from the Dali Temple to Jizhou? Was the court aware of the Jizhou incident? Or was he overthinking it, and Du You was not here to investigate the case, and it was just a coincidence?

Liu Yu had a premonition that things in Jizhou might really be changing.