Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

"The system connection is good. Next, I will broadcast it to you--"

"Your Majesty, you once said that only sycophants would blindly obey the Emperor's will. I always thought you were right... But to this day, Your Majesty, you still disappoint me..."

A gentle and mature male voice fell into her ears, forming a sharp contrast with the loud voice just now.

Xia Zhiyuan was stunned by this mumbling. For a moment, he could not understand this person. What did this sentence mean... Disappointment in the emperor? Or hatred?

"But I will try today to see if I can help Your Majesty with the mess you left behind... Just like many years ago, when Your Majesty was still a prince, I wrote all the homework that Your Majesty couldn't finish..."

"Although I don't think and don't believe that the princess will become a famous ruler in the future, she is too proud and too dazzling, and doesn't know how to balance... just like you."

Okay, heard this.

Xia Zhiyuan was finally able to determine the stance of the Grand Justice. Although he was not 100% loyal to His Highness, he was barely useful. At least for now, it seemed that the Grand Justice did not want the Prince of Wen to ascend the throne.

As the famous saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

However, this person has to be put on the watch list, just in case something unexpected happens, it would be hard to guard against.

……

After hearing the reply from the Dali Temple Minister, Zhao Changlin raised his eyes and glanced at the silent ministers.

"A minister should speak out everything, but never say everything."

"How can you be so timid?"

"Are you afraid that I will settle accounts with you in the future, or are you afraid that... I will not be able to sit firmly on the throne?"

Her pale palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and Zhao Changlin almost suffocated the ministers.

"I...have no objection...!"

The Grand Secretary of Dongke stood up, and Fan Fang clasped his hands together, looking determined to win.

"Well, since all the ministers have no objection to this, then we'll see you in the Golden Palace."

Just as Zhao Changlin finished speaking, another minister walked out from the crowd. He looked young and very thin. Even his well-fitting bright red official uniform looked a little empty on him.

"Your Highness, the most important thing right now is to find out the cause of the Emperor's death. Why are you so anxious?"

"Or is there something wrong with His Highness?"

He spoke bluntly with his back straight, and even the other two ministers who stood up glanced at him and shook their heads inwardly.

Even Fan Fang knew that Her Royal Highness the Princess was not someone to be trifled with. That day, an arrow almost hit his head as a target.

Faced with such a blatant threat, Zhao Changlin clenched the hilt of the sword a little tighter.

"Commander Gu, I heard that the Third Young Master Gu died suddenly at home after suffering from an acute illness. Should I say that Commander Gu is expressing his condolences... or is Commander Gu hiding something?"

"Since it was the order of the emperor to summon all the ministers to the hunting grounds, I can understand that I am suppressing my grief and coming here to hunt to please the emperor."

Zhao Changlin stood up slowly, his tone gradually became cold, veins on his arms became visible, and Zhao Changlin gripped the hilt of the sword.

She still had a cold expression on her face, but after seeing Gu Zhao's distorted expression, she smiled and pursed her red lips.

"I'm sure Commander Gu must have been grief-stricken just now, so the death of my father must have brought back memories. If that's the case, I will pardon Commander Gu and allow him to mourn at home. Commander Gu doesn't have to be present for the funeral of my father."

Gu Zhao clenched his fingers tightly as he listened to every word. He didn't expect that Her Royal Highness the Princess had also thoroughly investigated his family affairs.

Those dreaded black domestic dogs are really good tricks.

"Gu Zhao, why don't you hurry up and thank me?"

The Dali Temple Chief Justice, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. His tone was serious and he seemed to have no intention of keeping it for himself. He was just considering the overall interests of the royal family.

Gu Zhao glared at Duan Gui fiercely, fluttered his long sleeves, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly, but the posture was not straight enough.

"Yes, Your Highness, I am deeply saddened by your death... Your Highness should also take more rest, and don't be as sad as I am and talk nonsense in front of the ministers."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, turned around and strode away, leaving only his back to the ministers in the big tent.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Zhao felt a fire burning in his heart. She was just a woman. Even if she was born in a royal family, so what? When the prince of King Wen succeeded to the throne, she would still have a carefree life.

The black boots stepped on the grass, which had long been uneven due to the iron horses' hooves. This would have been absolutely against the rules in the past.

But the emperor has passed away, who cares about so many things?

"Commander Gu, why are you out so early?"

"But it's a rare thing."

A man dressed as a servant stood beside the big tent, with a smile on his face, but there was something else behind his words.

Gu Zhao paused. The past few steps had stained his boots with a lot of yellow mud, which was particularly obvious on the exquisitely crafted black boots.

"Your Highness Prince Wen invites you."

"Since Her Royal Highness the Princess does not welcome Commander Gu, then Commander Gu, how about you come and sit in my prince's tent for a while?"

Gu Zhao turned around and smiled, holding his belt in his hand, and turned towards the man who was being dressed by the servant.

"It's just right. I'm so angry just now. It's time to have a cup of good tea and talk to my close friend."

"Let's go, ask your prince to prepare a pot of good tea."

Anyway, at this point in time, it is estimated that no minister would be so blind as to report her for forming a clique for personal gain. Besides, even if they reported him, what would happen? The old emperor kicked his legs and died.

"Commander Gu is right. The palace's hospitality is to provide the best for you."

After saying this, the servant lowered his voice, moved very close to Gu Zhao, and covered his lips with his large palm.

"So... who does Commander Gu think the princess is liking now?"

After asking this question, Gu Zhao frowned, stopped, and loosened his hand on his belt.

In response to his question, a figure flashed through Gu Zhao's mind. The scene of the thin girl in heavy clothes rolling off the shadow guard's horse was still vivid in his mind.

"Now that you mention it, I do have an impression... That girl is the one that Lu Boshan proposed to marry that day... The daughter of Xia Yizhi, the Minister of Rites?"

Piecing together the important information that he had overlooked, Gu Zhao smiled with his teeth showing. He slapped his head with his palm, and even knocked his black hat askew.

"Interesting, interesting, tight...!"

Not only can this woman charm Her Royal Highness the Princess, but she can also charm Lu Boshan, a black-hearted man who has no idea what love between men and women is?

"Does the prince want to win her over... or does he have other plans?"