The emperor saw Fuping's worried look and thought he was worried that he would get sick from anger. His heart warmed for a moment, but then he realized that his eyes were fixed on his hand holding the book.

The emperor tentatively relaxed his grip, and sure enough, Fuping's frown relaxed a little.

emperor:"……"

His breath caught in his throat.

Calm down, calm down.

This person, this book, and the person behind this book, none of them give him peace of mind!

"Come! Send for Scholar Jiang." The emperor thought of Jiang Zhiyu's response when he asked her: "A book about courageously challenging traditional social structures and concepts, striving for dreams, and thus realizing one's own life value."

The emperor closed his eyes tightly.

This is so brave!

I want to hear what she really thinks!

…

On the other side of the prison, Jiang Wenjing looked at Torre, who lay on the iron bed, his body covered in blood and flesh, barely breathing, and whispered, "How about this punishment of combing and washing, Prince, do you think there is any room for improvement?"

The person on the iron bed didn't move at all.

Jiang Wenjing chuckled. During the execution, Torei had already collapsed and handed over the Wala city defense map, the generals who led the troops, and who the Wala king was most likely to send to lead the army besides them.

Even the undercover agents placed by the Oirat in the other two tribes in the northern desert were clearly disclosed.

Jiang Wenjing stood up straight, looking down at Torre who was lying on the iron bed, and hummed softly with a faint smile, which seemed to be self-deprecating and mocking.

Then he opened the door and clapped his hands.

The jailers who had been waiting outside rushed over in a swarm.

After seeing Torre's appearance on the iron bed, the crowd immediately gasped.

this……

He has already moved and washed himself, how can this person still be angry?

What are they going to say when Lord Xing asks them?

Jiang Wenjing was naturally aware of their concerns, and before they could speak, he said directly, "He's still alive. I've already applied my sister's special wound medicine to him. Lord Xing, just say it was me who did it."

There must be no problem with Doctor Jiang’s medicine.

The jailers were all relieved. For them, as long as the person was not dead, it was fine.

They sent Jiang Wenjing out with smiles on their faces.

After Jiang Wenjing left, the jailers looked at Torre lying on the iron bed with disgust in their eyes.

"What should I do now? Should I ask the Master for instructions?"

After a moment, a jailer spoke first.

The other jailers nodded one after another. After a while, the jailer hurried over with Xing Maozhi who had just returned.

Seeing Torre's appearance, Xing Maozhi took a breath, and the memory of death suddenly attacked him.

Malzahar was only breathing his last breath at that time, but...

A more alert jailer stepped forward to examine him and said to Xing Maozhi, "Sir, his injuries are less serious than Malzahar's. Furthermore, the general said he's been given a special medicine made by Doctor Jiang. In my opinion, his life is not in danger."

Take medicine?

Or is it the special medicine for wounds made by Jiang Zhiyu?

Xing Maozhi breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes were stern, and his voice was serious: "Put him in solitary confinement. Everyone, pay close attention tonight. We must not let this man die in the imperial prison again!"

…

In the imperial study, Jiang Zhiyu looked at the emperor with a puzzled look on his face.

【Why are you calling me again? 】

The emperor sat on a high chair and did not immediately offer Jiang Zhiyu a seat. Instead, he raised the book in his hand and said, "Does Scholar Jiang recognize this book?"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the title and said frankly, "I recognize it. It's the book I'm printing right now."

The emperor chuckled, his tone inexplicable: "You are quite honest. Then I ask you, why did you print such a story?"

"A generation of female emperor... Why..." The emperor smiled, but his gaze on Jiang Zhiyu was cold and icy. "Could it be that Scholar Jiang Shidu also wants to own the script of this generation of female emperor?"

Jiang Zhiyu quickly refused three times: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

emperor:"……"

[Just kidding, what's the benefit of being an emperor? ]

Not only do they have to wake up earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the dogs, but they also have to be wary of assassination and have a short lifespan. They control the rise and fall of a nation, so the pressure is unimaginable. Furthermore, they have to continue the family line.

Those ministers, if you have too many concubines in your harem, they'll favor the one they like and accuse you of being licentious and immoral. If you have too few concubines in your harem, they'll accuse you of having no heirs. It's even become a task for you to 'sow seeds, store up grain, sweat like rain, and work hard'. Tsk tsk tsk.

Listening to her inner thoughts, the emperor's eyes gradually changed from murderous intent to doubt, then to thoughtfulness, and finally to recognition.

You are right!

Isn't this his current situation?!

His princes are all ambitious and are trying to seize the position under him. He has only favored those two Mobei women in the past few days, and will not let them give birth to royal heirs. These ministers are endlessly complaining, saying on the left that the emperor is cautious and on the right that beautiful women are a disaster.

Thinking of this, the emperor's face became even gloomier.

As if feeling that his answer was too perfunctory, Jiang Zhiyu coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty, I have absolutely no intention of treason."

"The reason I printed this book is simply because I am a woman myself, and I understand how difficult it is for women. They are taught from a young age to follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues: obey your father at home, obey your husband after marriage, and obey your son after your husband's death."

"But they are not anyone's vassal. They are living beings with their own thoughts. They have the right to choose the path in their hearts, rather than being confined by these ideas."

The emperor's body trembled, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, but saw that her waist was straight, her face was calm, and her eyes were clear and bright. For a moment, he was speechless.

Fuping and Chaoen beside him were also staring at Jiang Zhiyu in a daze.

The hall was extremely silent for a while. Jiang Zhiyu knew the impact of his words on them and waited patiently.

The reason why she said these things to the emperor was because she understood the emperor's character. When he valued her and did not look at her identity as a woman and made an exception to let her be an official, Jiang Zhiyu knew that the emperor was not a pedantic person.

That's why she is so unscrupulous.

For the emperor, ability is more important than gender.

If the emperor was not like this, then she would - replace him with someone else to be the emperor.

Just because she doesn't want to be one, doesn't mean others don't want to be one either.

The world is so big and populated, how can we not find such a kind person?

She pondered this for an unknown amount of time before the emperor, sitting high up in the throne, slowly said, "Well, if that's what you mean, I won't say anything. But your story is too suggestive. If anyone wants to accuse you of treason, they'll carry it to justice."

"But not every emperor is as easy to talk to as I am."