The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

When Rong Sheng heard this, his face turned redder, but his heart was as sweet as honey.

She couldn't help but put her arms around Song Xuanlin's slender waist and said, "Xuanlin, I also want to stay by your side like this."

"But the more this happens, the less anxious we should be."

Rong Sheng said this, his mind gradually being occupied by reason, "Now on the surface, you are in charge of the overall situation in the court, and the army of King Jin is about to arrive. Although everything is under our control, we still have to deal with it carefully."

Song Xuanlin listened to Rong Sheng's gentle persuasion and slowly suppressed the desire in his eyes: "Yun'er, I understand."

"I can wait until then."

When Song Xuanlin thought about the future, his eyes seemed to become more determined, "But once this is over, no one can stop us."

The two continued to have a simple conversation for a while, and Song Xuanlin finally got up reluctantly before dawn.

Afterwards, at Rong Sheng's urging, he quickly changed into court clothes and rushed to the palace.

The current situation in the court became clear the moment the emperor fell ill.

The crown prince was deposed, and among the other princes, except Song Xuanlin, either they lacked qualifications or were too young and ignorant to take on important responsibilities.

Therefore, among all the ministers, anyone with a discerning eye could see who would be the next ruler of Dazhen.

Moreover, he had experienced the incident in which King Jin slandered King Ming.

Some ministers who had ulterior motives no longer dared to interfere.

They knew clearly that the Ming King was not someone who could be trifled with, and they were afraid that they would end up losing more than they gained, and even their lives and property would be at stake.

The morning court sessions in the following days went smoothly as well, and no one dared to raise any objections.

But even so, Song Xuanlin knew it well.

Among these ministers there must be someone close to the Queen.

The Xia family has been a powerful family in the imperial court for decades. Even though they have fallen to this point now, there must still be people loyal to them.

But in order not to alert the enemy, Song Xuanlin would certainly not be stupid enough to clean up the court now.

If we want to catch all these treacherous ministers in one fell swoop, all we have to do now is wait for the opportunity.

Time flies, half a month has passed, and the capital city is full of spring scenes with lush grass and singing birds.

In Prince Ming's Palace, after a period of recuperation, Rong Sheng's shoulder injury has completely healed.

She can't show up in public in the capital now.

And she was indeed too lazy to go out, so she might as well use the time to practice martial arts and do horse stance.

She had been practicing in the yard for an hour now.

With the warm sun shining above my head, tiny beads of sweat flowed down my forehead.

Liu Ling handed over a handkerchief at the right time: "Princess, take a rest. It will be time for lunch soon."

Hearing this, Rong Sheng finally put down the sword in his hand and sat on a chair beside him.

"Liu Ling, I remember you didn't answer my question that day."

Rong Sheng wiped the sweat off his face and looked at the rockery not far away, which was covered with colorful pebbles.

This also reminded Rong Sheng of the scene at the gate of the palace that day.

"Oh, Princess, I can't remember what you are asking."

Rong Sheng put down the handkerchief, glanced at Liu Ling's evasive eyes, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "Shouldn't you stay in the shop to help? Why did you come to Prince Ming's Mansion before I returned to Beijing?"

Liu Ling was stunned for a moment before she stammered, "That's because there are many people at Shopkeeper Wu's place, and I happened to know that you were coming back, so I asked Prince Ming to come to the palace in advance."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and her expression became a little unnatural. "Because I usually take care of your food, clothing and daily expenses, I thought of taking care of them in advance, so that when you come, you won't be uncomfortable."

"Is that really the case?" Rong Sheng felt like laughing when he saw Liu Ling's nervous look. "Is His Majesty the Prince Ming so easy to talk to that he agreed with just this one reason?"

"Princess Princess..."

Liu Ling was originally a well-behaved and honest person.

Moreover, she now finally knew that the princess and Prince Ming were in love with each other. If she tried to make up some lies using Prince Ming as an excuse, she would most likely be exposed.

After thinking it over, she said, "My lord, it was actually Lu Yue who helped pass on the message that made His Royal Highness Prince Ming agree."

"Oh," Rong Sheng nodded with a half-smile, "So it's Lu Yue——"

But suddenly, she frowned curiously, "Then why would Lu Yue help you?"

At this point, Liu Ling finally couldn't hold it anymore, her face was as red as a burning cloud: "Oh, Princess, please stop asking!"

Then she hurried to the side hall: "Slave, I should go prepare lunch."

Liu Ling's legs moved rapidly, fearing that Rong Sheng would ask the next question.

It was not until Liu Ling walked into the room that Rong Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She had long felt that Liu Ling treated Lu Yue differently, and when she tested it today, she found that it was indeed the case.

This shows that they really spent every day together during this period.

When Rong Sheng thought of this, the smile on his face deepened.

At this time, a gust of spring breeze blew by, and the grass beside him began to ripple. The carrier pigeon named "Abai" also came with the wind.

Its snow-white wings flapped twice and then slowly landed on the ground.

But it was not until it came to Rong Sheng step by step and nodded that Rong Sheng finally discovered it.

"Abai, why are you here?"

Rong Sheng's tone was as if she had met an old friend. With a faint smile on her lips, she gently held Abai in her arms.

Under the white dove's round belly, a note was clearly visible.

Rong Sheng hurriedly opened the note, but the content on it made her face darken.

It just so happened that Song Xuanlin was also walking towards this side at this moment.

"Yun'er, has Wu Lin's secret letter arrived?"

Rong Sheng raised his eyes and saw Song Xuanlin's calm expression. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you still know Ah Bai?"

"Of course I know him. Wu Lin often assists my uncle in his army now, so his secret letter is equivalent to my uncle's secret letter."

"Oh, I see."

Rong Sheng nodded in understanding, and then she handed the note to Song Xuanlin, "Prince Jin and Wanyan Zongyu have been staying in the suburbs of Beijing with their troops for three days."

"Oh, they are really fast," Song Xuanlin chuckled, "It seems that Prince Jin is crazy about becoming the emperor."