Surprise! The boss of the last days, reborn before the engagement

The emperor looked at the captain of the Qingyun team and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'm sure you heard what happened just now. I want you to find out where those 50,000 troops went? Who subdued them?"

Upon hearing this, Captain Qingyun immediately spoke respectfully.

"I obey your command! Please wait for news from me and others."

Gu Chenming and Li Defu were also shocked.

Gu Chenming: "Your Majesty, have you dispatched the Qingyun Team? You should know that among all the emperors in history, there are only a handful of emperors who have dispatched the Qingyun Team!"

The emperor glanced at Gu Chenming and said unhappily: "I would like to use you... but you are useless! Don't you know what it means to have 50,000 more troops at the gate of the imperial city?"

Gu Chenming lost his temper after being told that. After thinking about it, it was indeed the case...

Time passed quickly. At midnight, the moonlight was as bright as a silk thread, gently shining on the study room of Prince Wen's mansion, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to the quiet night.

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, as well as the books and scrolls scattered on the desk.

The butler was standing anxiously beside the couch, staring at the sleeping King Wen. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry for his master's safety.

"Master...Master, please wake up! The court doctor...I hope he didn't make a mistake!"

The court doctor quickly walked to King Wen's side and carefully checked King Wen's pulse and breathing. After a detailed diagnosis, he slowly spoke.

"Don't worry! No, the master should be able to wake up in a while. It's just that replacing the memory is a huge challenge to the master's body. He needs to rest in the mansion for half a month before he can recover as before."

After hearing the court doctor's words, the housekeeper finally felt relieved, but he immediately thought of another more difficult problem.

The butler turned to look at Ying Yi who was silent beside him.

Ying Yi finally couldn't help but ask, "What about the original master? What should we do with him? Should we send him back to the Red Flame Nation?"

The butler shook his head, with a hint of determination in his tone.

"What the regent lacks the least is a son. He won't want a son who can't move his legs and can't speak. It's better to get rid of him... Anyway, his memory has been given to the new master. Rather than letting him suffer while alive, it's better..."

Ying Yi sighed softly when he heard this. He knew very well that in this world where power is supreme, the fate of an individual is often insignificant.

He could only do his job silently and do his part to help King Wen recover.

He echoed softly, "Yingyi, the butler is right. There is no point in keeping him... On the contrary, it is easy to expose our secrets."

Yingyi was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay! You guys handle it! I'm going to bed."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back looking a little lonely.

The butler looked at Yingyi's departing back, sighed softly, and then said to Yingyi.

"Go! Remember to do the same thing tomorrow, otherwise..."

There was a hint of warning in his tone, as if reminding the palace doctor and Yingyi that no matter what happened, they must maintain peace and order in the palace.

"I know everything..." the court physician replied in a low voice, and then began to get busy, preparing follow-up recuperation medicines for King Wen.

Soon after, King Wen finally opened his eyes slowly. There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, but he soon regained his clarity.

He sat up, looked around, and then asked.

"Have you changed it? Let's deal with the previous one! We can't delay father's plan..."

The butler stepped forward and replied respectfully, "My lord, the previous one... is already dead. He has just been carried out and buried."