The nine-story palace is majestic and magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, green tiles and red roofs, presenting a magnificent scene.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the emperor's face was as gloomy as he stared at the memorial presented by He Yanting without saying a word.

After a moment, he raised his eyelashes and asked, "Do you want to withdraw?"

There was a chill in his tone, like a basin of ice water being poured down on the floor.

Fu Ping, the eunuch serving beside the emperor, knelt down hastily. He Yanting seemed not to understand the emperor's warning and even said casually, "Yes, Your Majesty, I implore you to withdraw your troops and not send any troops to Mobei for at least two weeks."

Hiss, even Fuping, who was kneeling, couldn't help but gasp when he heard this.

The emperor laughed even more furiously: "You've received so many reports of victory, yet instead of pursuing the enemy, you're beating the drums to retreat? Yan Ting, your words make me doubt your intentions!"

Any minister would have been shocked and sweating profusely after hearing this. However, He Yanting's expression remained the same as before, and he even pushed his wheelchair forward a few steps. "Your Majesty, I speak from the bottom of my heart."

"A week later, earthquakes will frequently strike Mobei. All 70,000 of our Tianqi troops will be buried in a foreign land. Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

The emperor was horrified, but he only frowned slightly. His sharp eyes, with a scrutinizing look, pierced into He Yanting's eyes.

It was as if he could see through him completely.

"How do you know that?"

He Yanting did not answer, but just glanced at Fu Ping who was kneeling on the ground. The emperor coughed lightly. Fu Ping knew that the two were going to have a secret conversation, so he got up from the ground, bowed and retreated.

After the palace door was closed, the emperor who had been furious just now seemed like a different person. His eyes were full of fatigue and he sipped his tea.

"Tell me, who made you change your mind?"

"That's not important. What's important is that if this is true, we must not send troops."

Listen to what he said...

The emperor raised an eyebrow. "You don't know whether this letter is true or not? How sure are you?"

He Yanting's mind suddenly flashed with Jiang Zhiyu's smug expression. He lowered his eyes and said, "Eighty percent."

The emperor was about to say something when Fuping opened the palace door and hurried in.

"Your Majesty, something has happened to Prince Malzahar of Nan Gu! It's said he was committing a crime in the street and was run into by the Prime Minister's third daughter. A fight ensued, and the prince remains unconscious!"

He Yanting's hand on the armrest relaxed instantly.

The emperor saw it all but said nothing.

But he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and scolded with a smile: "If he is unconscious, go find the imperial physician and send a few more people to serve him so that the Nan Gu people can't find any mistakes. Do you still need my instructions for such things?"

Fu Ping naturally saw that the emperor was not angry, and in his heart he was very happy. He also followed his words and said, "Your Majesty has ordered it. I was stupid at the moment. I will do it immediately, I will do it immediately."

After he left, the hall fell silent. The emperor's thoughtful gaze fell on He Yanting, making He Yanting feel uneasy.

"Well, I'll leave it to you... You're not young anymore, do you have a girl you like?"

He Yanting: “…”

"I won't ask too much. If you have any, please tell me as soon as possible. There are so many handsome young men in Tianqi. Be careful not to be snatched away by others."

He Yanting: “…”

"I will take my leave now. Your Majesty, I'm afraid you'll have to review this memorial until late at night!"

He put emphasis on the memorial and late at night, and the emperor could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

He still had a deep impression of Jiang Zhiyu, and now He Yanting seemed to care about her as well...

The emperor thought about it, called a eunuch and whispered to him.

…

There was a drizzle outside the window, and the rain lines were sometimes big and sometimes small, over and over again.

Jiang Zhiyu woke up early today, which was rare, and had dinner with them.

Yesterday, because of Jiang Zhaorong’s words, she dreamed of the end of the world again, and a group of people were crying in front of her tombstone.

She was upset and only heard clearly after Jiang Zhaorong said it twice.

"What?! Let me enter the palace to see the emperor?!"

Jiang Zhiyu was chewing a chicken leg, and his eyes widened in surprise when he heard this.

[What are you doing? Because that Proton or that bastard said something he shouldn't have said?]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

Fortunately, no one else could hear her inner voice. If anyone else had heard it, the Jiang family would have chopped off too many heads.

"I guess it's because of the proton thing. You just need to answer truthfully. As for the rest, I'm here for you. Don't be afraid."

Xu Youran: “…”

Jiang Zhiyu heard this shocking news early in the morning. After wolfing down her meal, Xu Youran began to give her emergency training.

The palace is different from the outside world. If you don't pay attention to etiquette, being ridiculed is not a big deal, but if you are not careful, you may lose your life.

As the saying goes, living with the king is like living with a tiger.

There were many etiquette rules, and Xu Youran was worried that she would not be able to remember them, so she only taught her the most basic ones. The dress she chose for the emperor was a low-key sky blue, and since Jiang Zhiyu herself did not like to wear jewelry, she only wore a few jade hairpins.

"Once you enter the palace, be careful with your words and actions. Don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to. Most importantly, don't run around everywhere, okay?!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded perfunctorily, his mind was no longer here.

[The Imperial Palace, that's like a melon-eating club. Brother-sister incest, concubines having affairs with ministers, palace maids having sex with princes. Slurp, with so many melons right before your eyes, how can you resist eating them?!]

[I can run anyway, so if they find me, I'll just run away.]