The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

The next day, the clouds cleared and the sun came out, a rare clear sky.

You Mu took care of the East Palace, left some troops there to guard it, and Jiang Ya led the army. He ordered that anyone who trespassed would be killed without mercy.

Before leaving, the carriage stopped at the palace gate. The Emperor Chen put aside his duties, which was a rare event, to see him off. Prince Yu and Prince Rui both followed beside him, but they had different expressions on their faces.

When the Emperor saw that there were only a few guards around the Crown Prince, he couldn't help but frowned: "Why did you only bring these people?"

"Last night I heard that my brother was attacked by the Qinghe Cult. I can't help but worry that the Eastern Palace will be vulnerable again. The last time was a fluke..."

When he was suddenly mentioned, the dark circles under Prince Yu's eyes became even darker. He met You Mu's gaze and forced a smile in front of Emperor Chen.

The Qinghe Sect was just an excuse. Now all the members of the sect have secretly surrendered. Prince Yu knew clearly who the real perpetrator was, and it was the person standing before him.

But he couldn't say it, let alone make a big deal about it... lest he cause more trouble.

"Although we are not in the palace this time, we must be fully prepared. Besides, it is just the salt tax, which will not take much manpower. Why mobilize a large army?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Chen shook his head slightly and said, "You are still too superficial."

After a moment's silence, he called the Imperial Guards General Yan Cheng and said, "You, take the six divisions of the Flying Dragon Army from the Left Capital and follow the Crown Prince. Make sure to protect him."

Recently, Emperor Chen has valued Yan Cheng very much. The other party only obeys his orders. In the eyes of Emperor Chen, Yan Cheng is a very useful sword.

The deliberate reminder was, on the one hand, intended to send him to escort the prince, and on the other hand, it also meant surveillance.

"My lord, take your orders!"

"Father, this General Yan is someone close to you, how can I trouble you..."

The prince leaned forward to decline, but the Emperor held out his hand to stop him: "If your mother knew you were going on a long journey, she would be as worried as I am."

Ever since he received the jade pendant from the crown prince at the birthday banquet, the emperor has been wearing it every day and playing with it often. Whenever he sees the object and thinks of the empress, the empress's gracious face often appears in his mind, and the blood letter left after she hanged herself is always lingering in his mind.

Putting aside all the right and wrong, the Emperor felt guilty towards the Queen.

She still misses the old relationship, and tends to care for the prince a little more.

If the prince could always be as sensible as he is now, and not fight or compete, he would be willing to protect him as he did before.

"…Thank you, Father! I will do my best."

The Emperor patted the prince's shoulder, showing a rare kindness: "Go."

The prince got on the carriage and left the palace surrounded by his servants and guards.

The Emperor watched her go and then returned to the palace. He was no longer in the mood to deal with the memorials. When the eunuch beside him reported that Concubine Xiao was ill, the Emperor decided to go and see her.

It's been cold for so long, it's time to go and take care of it.

But before she even set foot into Xiafang Palace, she heard the sound of Concubine Xiao beating a palace maid. The maid was slapped so hard that she cried bitterly.

Feeling irritated, he stopped just as he was about to take a step. The Emperor turned around and headed towards Zhichun Palace again.

There was a burning incense burner in the Zhichun Palace, and it was quiet. Concubine Yu was practicing calligraphy at her desk, but the result was not as good as she wanted. The handwriting was crooked and looked like the handwriting of a three-year-old child.

"You've been practicing for a long time, why haven't you made any progress?" Leaning over from behind, Emperor Chen held Concubine Yu's hand and encouraged her to write in vigorous handwriting.

"Your Majesty? I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Seeing the person coming, Yupin was very surprised. She quickly dropped her brush and turned to hug the emperor's waist: "I thought that Your Majesty would not come?"

"How did you get to see me?" The Emperor was very pleased to see Concubine Yu looking up at him. He patted her waist and continued to ask.

Concubine Yu lowered her head and pretended to be magnanimous.

"I heard that Concubine Xiao was ill. Although His Majesty was a little angry with her, he still cared about her. I thought His Majesty would accompany her."

"She is not sick at all, she is just angry and can even beat the servants. Even if I send the imperial physician, he can't cure her." After seeing Concubine Xiao beating the palace servants many times in a row, he felt that she was domineering and not as considerate as Concubine Yu.

"No, Your Majesty should go and take a look. If the queen is really unwell..."

Concubine Yu buried her head in Emperor Chen's chest and tried to persuade him in a low voice, but she was sneering in her heart.

This time the emperor really misunderstood Concubine Xiao. It is true that she is ill, and it is also true that she wants to see Your Majesty.

But no one believed this truth.

"Why do you keep pushing me away today?" Emperor Chen was puzzled.

"Empress Xiao is the head of all the concubines. Although there were some misunderstandings before, as a concubine, how can I neglect her? Yesterday, I went to Xiafang Palace to pay my respects, but was rejected. Coincidentally, I met Princess Yu... She... secretly scolded me for being a foxy woman..." Concubine Yu had a sad face and complained to the Emperor in a low voice.

"I thought it was a big deal. I love you, so why should I care about what others say?" Pinching Concubine Yu's face, Emperor Chen sat down on the couch.

But having said that, Princess Yu was quite bold to insult the empress. Prince Yu spends all day in the front court, but doesn't he know how to discipline the inner court?

"Okay, in that case, you don't need to go to her palace anymore. I prefer your Zhichun Palace, and I won't go anywhere else. Come here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." After getting the permission, Concubine Yu smiled again, made some tea herself, and tenderly handed it to the Emperor, asking him to try it.

The tea soup is light, the color is elegant, and the aroma is fragrant.

The Emperor fiddled with the tea bowl and drank it. The tea swayed slightly and blinded him, causing him to miss a smile from Concubine Yu that was inconsistent with her naivety.

Lou Jian drove the carriage all the way out of the city. Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a little girl's face.

"Chirp...eat?" The chubby little hands were spread out, revealing a few dried fruits.

Lou Jian tilted her head, looked over with a smile, and replied, "Uncle is not hungry, the wind is cold, Shushu, please lower the curtain, don't let your father feel cold."

"Oh."

Shushu let go of the curtain, stretched out her legs and climbed up the prince. She struggled to get back into the prince's arms amid the bumps and bumps. Seeing that he was still looking at the book, she also looked at him for a few seconds.

You Mu tilted his head, lifted the curtain, and took a look at the current area. The child in his arms also leaned over to look.

"Daddy...where are you going?"

The curtain was lowered and Shushu tilted her head and asked.

The prince reached out and helped the child sit up straight, scratched the tip of his nose, and said, "Daddy will take Shushu out to see the scenery."

She has been confined in the East Palace since she was a child, and the scope of her activities is just the square sky. Although she does not fully understand the meaning of scenery, Shushu knows that the outside world is new and something she has never seen.

After understanding it, the child became visibly happy.

“…Jiujiu also watch… together?” However, Shushu did not just focus on herself. She pointed at Lou Jian outside the car through the curtain and asked again.

"Yes, we will."

"Together...together!" Shushu was obviously very happy, her laughter leaped out of the curtain and reached Lou Jian's ears.

However, although she was happy, Shushu thought of Liu Mei and Qing Zan who had always taken care of her, and pulled You Mu's clothes and asked him stumblingly why he didn't bring them out.

"Don't worry, your Aunt Liu and Sister Qingzan will be here soon."

I was worried that the child would be uncomfortable hiding in the wooden box in the carriage, but she was exceptionally well-behaved today. It was not until we left the city and carried her out that she smiled sweetly and called me daddy.

The prince was flipping through the book and stroked the child's face with his finger.

He was worried about Shushu, so he naturally wanted to take the child to a safe place and hide her. Leaving Jiang Ya and the heavy soldiers to guard the place was just a cover-up.

When Liu Mei and Qing Zan arrived, the place was just a useless empty shell.

He no longer needs the East Palace.

When he returns to Beijing, the entire imperial city will prostrate itself at his feet...