The emperor was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at He Yanting, and coughed lightly: "Ahem, my dear minister, why do you say that?"

Gou Yuanjing clasped his fists and bowed, "The Minister of War is in charge of selecting military officers, registering soldiers, managing military equipment, planning strategies, and formulating military policies. He Yanting, a former general, is the most suitable person for this position!"

The ministers also knew the emperor's attitude towards He Yanting, and they all echoed his words.

"I also think General He is the most suitable."

"I second the motion."

The emperor's expression was calm, showing no emotion. "Yan Ting, what do you think?"

He Yanting walked out from the side, and the pillar blocked half of the light, making half of his face hidden in the darkness.

He knelt and said, "It is up to His Majesty to decide."

The emperor's eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking. Gou Yuanjing, who was standing beside him, was not panicked at all. He even secretly raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhiyu with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu: “!!!”

【?What's the meaning? 】

The emperor remained silent until the captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard came back with the pillow.

He was silent for too long, and Gou Yuanjing's original confident aura was extinguished in such a long time, and his heart was beating up and down.

What's going on? Given how much the emperor favors He Yanting, shouldn't he have agreed immediately if someone suggested it?

The reason why he recommended He Yanting was, firstly, that the emperor favored him, and secondly, Gou Yuanjing swore with his sharp eyes that there must be something fishy between Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting!

By giving face to He Yanting, I can repay Jiang Zhiyu for saving my life.

But what does it mean that the emperor is silent now?

The captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard rummaged around and finally pulled out a land deed from the secret compartment under the hard pillow.

He presented the deed to the emperor, and Fuping took it. The emperor looked at Han Yizhi coldly: "How dare you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Yizi was sentenced to death. Han Yizi collapsed to the ground and was picked up by the Jinyiwei.

"Imprison him and execute him on a later date!"

Han Yizi pursed his lips tightly, frowned, and the last glimmer of hope was strangled. His expression revealed powerlessness and despair.

"The position of Shangshu cannot be left vacant. Yan Ting, you will take over first."

He Yanting knelt and bowed: "I obey your command."

The emperor's words "continue first" meant that the Minister of War still had to find someone else.

The ministers looked at each other and had their own ideas in mind.

The goal has been achieved, so of course the others should be put back to their positions. The emperor waved his hand, and the ministers retreated like the tide.

Only the emperor and Jiang Zhiyu were left in the imperial study.

The boring working hours passed quickly, and Jiang Zhiyu boarded the carriage back to the prime minister's residence, lying down like Ge You again.

Jiang Zhaorong did not come today. It was not until Jiang Zhiyu returned to the prime minister's residence that he heard from Zhuying the news that the old lady had fallen ill.

"Why are you sick?"

"The court doctor said it was due to excessive worry," Zhu Ying said as she prepared a meal for her. "I heard that the lights in Shouxi Hall were never turned off at night. The old lady couldn't even drink water or eat."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't believe that the old lady was overly worried. She just felt ashamed to face others because everyone in the mansion knew that she drank boy's urine.

Then, Zhu Ying continued, "Also, screams are heard from Shouxi Hall every night. They are very shrill and scary to listen to."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the chopsticks and thought for a moment, then knew what the old lady was planning.

He wanted to lie and claim that there was an evil spirit, so that the monk Song Shiwei found would show up in broad daylight.

After all, he is hiding now. If the emperor really sees him in the future, Jiang Zhaorong can still argue. But if he shows up openly, the emperor probably won't listen to anything he says.

This was the first time Jiang Zhiyu had seen a mother determined to kill her son, and she really couldn't understand it.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu had thought, in Shouxi Hall, Jiang Zhaorong was standing on the ground with a dark face, and the old lady on the bed was holding a handkerchief and crying softly.

"Mom, lately, I keep dreaming about your dad and your eldest brother coming back. They seem like different people, pulling me to go with them. Zhaorong, mom is scared!"

You should be afraid!

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were calm, he didn't say anything, just looked directly at the old lady.

The old lady stopped crying. She didn't expect him to react like this. She moved her body and wanted to get up. As soon as she moved, Jiang Zhaorong took a big step back.

Old Mrs. Jiang: “…”

The maids in the room: "..."

The disdain in his movements was obvious to everyone. The old lady immediately became furious and pointed at his nose, cursing him for being unfilial: "You dislike me? Even a son dislikes his mother's ugliness!"

"You're still the Prime Minister! If you act like this, you'll be scolded to death by the scholars out there!"

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with disgust, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

It’s not time yet, in a few days...

He muttered to himself, trying to hypnotize himself, and exhaled several times before suppressing it.

"The old lady misunderstood. You were already ill, and I was afraid that the cold air outside would infect you."

The old lady's expression relaxed a little: "You haven't called me mother for many days. What happened?"

"Nothing, didn't you say before that no one in this house of mine is allowed to call you mother or grandmother?"

Hearing the complaint in his words, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief: "It was just a spur of the moment. You know how naive I was at that time... That's all, let's not talk about it."

The old lady chuckled helplessly, but Jiang Zhaorong clearly saw the fear that flashed in her eyes.

What is she afraid of?

The old lady added, "If you want to vent your anger for them, you've already vented enough these past few days. Just pretend I never said that."

Jiang Zhaorong said "hmm" calmly. The old lady thought he agreed and her eyes were filled with joy.

"Come back to the point, have you noticed that there's a monster in our Prime Minister's Mansion?"

She lowered her voice and observed Jiang Zhaorong's expression. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were stern. "The emperor hates the talk of gods and ghosts. You must not mention such things again!"

The old lady said anxiously, "But I dream about your father and your elder brother every day!"

Jiang Zhaorong snorted inwardly, feeling guilty, but he consoled her, "Perhaps you've been overworked these past few days. The court doctor also said that you're worried too much."

Ever since the court doctor exposed the old lady last time, she had held a grudge against him. Upon hearing his words, she said bluntly, "What does he know? Go find me a monk. I want to exorcise the evil spirit!"

What?! Jiang Zhaorong looked at her in surprise, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?"

"I asked you to find a monk!"

Jiang Zhaorong felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. "I'm the Prime Minister! A monk has appeared in my palace. How can I explain this to His Majesty? Are you deliberately trying to make me disliked by His Majesty?"

He spoke each word with a cold voice.

The old lady had never seen him so angry before. She was frightened and her voice lowered involuntarily: "Find someone secretly, exorcise the evil spirit, and send him away. No one will find out..."