The subordinate received the order and reached out to hug the tom cat. The tom cat seemed to sense the danger and suddenly struggled, stretching out its claws and scratching the subordinate's hand hard.

The subordinate felt pain and couldn't help but let out a soft cry, then let go of his hand.

Seeing this, Murong Chong's face darkened and he snorted coldly: "This beast is dishonest and dares to hurt people!"

As he said this, he stepped forward and grabbed the tom cat by the neck. The tom cat twisted its body desperately in his hands and made angry "meow" sounds.

Murong Chong remained unmoved, holding the tom cat tightly, and turned to walk out of the imperial study.

He walked out of the palace and came to the luxurious carriage with rich decorations.

The shaft of the carriage was carved with exquisite patterns and the wheels were polished to a shine.

Murong Chong lifted his skirt slightly and stepped into the carriage. As soon as he entered, he grabbed the cat and held it in his arms. His eyes were gloomy and he murmured in a low voice: "I didn't want you to die so early, but you are not honest."

The male cat in his arms kept meowing at first, as if it sensed danger. It desperately grabbed Murong Chong's clothes with its claws, trying to break free from his arms.

Finally, it successfully broke free from Murong Chong's arms, ran around in the carriage, raised its hind legs in the corner, and urinated. A pungent smell instantly filled the carriage.

As the carriage moved forward, the tomcat's steps became unsteady and his body began to sway.

By the time the carriage arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, the tom cat had collapsed limply in the corner of the carriage, no longer breathing.

The carriage slowly stopped. Murong Chong expressionlessly lifted the curtain, glanced at the dead cat, and casually ordered, "Throw the dead cat into the backyard."

Several guards immediately stepped forward and dragged the dead cat out. Murong Chong straightened his clothes, stepped out of the carriage, and walked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, the harem was quiet, and Eunuch Chen was busy handling the affairs at hand meticulously.

He was wearing a dark blue eunuch's uniform. Although he was over fifty years old, his eyes still showed shrewdness and competence.

On weekdays, as a close attendant to the emperor, he was well aware of the power struggles in the palace and always remained highly vigilant.

Suddenly, a young eunuch ran in in a panic and whispered something in his ear.

Eunuch Chen's originally calm face turned pale in an instant, and he almost dropped the memorial in his hand.

A strong sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. The Right Prime Minister Murong Chong went to see His Majesty and brought a bowl of soup. This was definitely not an ordinary thing.

He was so frightened that he didn't even bother to put on his clothes. He ran towards the emperor's bedroom, muttering "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

His short but still agile body shuttled quickly between the corridors, his steps hurried and flustered. Seeing him like this, the palace maids and eunuchs along the way all avoided him and dared not breathe.

When he arrived at the emperor's bedroom, he found that the door was tightly closed and the thick curtains covered the situation inside.

He leaned close to the crack in the door and could vaguely see the curtains hanging down inside. There were vaguely several overlapping figures, and some strange noises could be heard from time to time. It was obvious that they had entered an intense state.

Eunuch Chen was extremely anxious, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He paced back and forth at the door, his hands tightly clasped together, his nails digging into his flesh.

He raised his hand several times, wanting to knock on the door and break in, but then he thought of the rules in the palace and the possible consequences, and put his hand down helplessly in mid-air.

In desperation, Eunuch Chen hurried to find Princess Furu.

He jogged all the way, panting. His body, which was usually well maintained, was now a little exhausted and his chest was heaving violently.

"Oh? Dangerous?" A low and cold voice came from behind the screen, with a hint of sarcasm in the tone.

Eunuch Chen's heart tightened and he subconsciously took a step back, with a look of confusion and uneasiness on his face.

He had expected to hear Princess Furu's concerned inquiry, but he had not expected such a strange and hostile voice.

However, when the screen was slowly opened, the person who walked out was not Princess Furu, but the Minister of Justice Cao Yi.

Eunuch Chen's eyes widened instantly, his face full of shock, his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.

His body swayed slightly, as if he had been hit hard by a punch.

Cao Yi was wearing a black official uniform embroidered with majestic patterns. The patterns outlined with gold thread gleamed coldly under the candlelight, making him look even more imposing.

His eyes were as cold as a blade in winter as he glanced at Eunuch Chen. He snorted coldly and said, "Eunuch Chen, as a eunuch, you dare to fabricate false rumors and make irresponsible remarks about important officials of the court. You should be executed according to my order!"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the room with unquestionable authority.

Eunuch Chen finally woke up from his dream and wanted to explain himself. His lips kept trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

No, it's too late, it's still too late.

Cao Yi paused, sneered again, and continued, "In consideration of your years of loyalty, I will relax the law and send you to the back mountains to fend for yourself."

After saying this, he raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of disdain, as if Eunuch Chen was just an insignificant ant that could be crushed to death with ease.

Eunuch Chen's face was filled with fear, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were full of pleading as he looked towards Cao Yi, hoping to get some mercy. However, Cao Yi ignored him and waved his hand. Several guards as ferocious as wolves and tigers rushed up, blocked his mouth, tied him up tightly, and dragged him out.

Princess Furu slowly woke up, feeling dizzy. She subconsciously pinched her eyebrows and slowly sat up.

The candlelight in the room flickered, casting a dim light.

She looked out the window sleepily, only to see the pitch blackness and deep night.

She was startled and stood up in disbelief. She walked quickly to the window in her slippers and pushed it open with force.

A cool night breeze blew over, making her shiver slightly.

She remembered that she went hunting with Cao Yi at the hunting ground in the back mountain in the morning. Her leg injury relapsed and she accidentally fell and then fell into a coma.

But now, the pitch-black night outside the window made her wonder: How long had she been unconscious?

She was extremely anxious and hurriedly called her personal maid over. With a trembling voice, she asked, "What time is it now?"

The maid quickly bowed and replied softly, "Your Highness, you've probably been sleeping all day. Lord Cao Yi has been waiting in the front hall until now, saying he won't be at ease until you wake up."

When Princess Furu heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

In this complex and unpredictable palace, it is rare to find someone who cares about you so sincerely.