"Tell me, how can the emperor trust you with the country?"

Fusu suddenly felt that the fog in his heart was cleared, and the clues were connected together, gradually forming the truth.

"Brother, are you saying that someone set me up for this Spring Festival?"

"The answer is right in front of you."

"Who wants to kill me? I've always been friendly with people and haven't offended anyone."

"Xiao Mu, you are too naive."

Ying Zhao couldn't help but sigh again.

"Being the eldest son of the empire is your original sin."

"As for the mastermind, I think you already have someone in mind, but you just don't want to believe it."

Almost instantly, the innocent figure appeared in Fusu's mind.

He covered his eyes in pain and muttered in disbelief.

"Why him...?"

"Xiao Mu, people's hearts are hard to predict. Never trust others easily."

"Even me."

"This is the third lesson I'm teaching you."

A light breeze blew, lifting the sleeves of the young man in black as he left.

In the deep and silent night, only the young man in white was left, silent and deep in thought for a long time, experiencing an unprecedented spiritual training.

A moment later, in Zhangtai Palace.

The emperor, who was majestic without being angry, was reviewing memorials at his desk. The bamboo slips beside him piled up like a small mountain, but he never stopped writing, like a tireless statue.

However, under the bright yellow candlelight, the fine lines at the corners of the emperor's eyes concealed fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

At this moment, a clear voice broke the lonely atmosphere.

"Is your Majesty still reviewing memorials so late at night?"

"Are you here for Fusu?"

"Your Majesty, you have truly misunderstood me. I came here to visit you."

The young man in black pretended to be aggrieved, then stood behind the emperor with a smile and massaged his shoulders and neck skillfully.

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard. Let me give you a shoulder massage."

"Now that you've ascended the throne, why are you still as unstable as you were back then?"

Although the emperor's tone was reproachful, his tense body unconsciously relaxed.

Ying Zhao was still smiling, and his attitude was naturally intimate and admiring.

"Hehe, I'll always be a child in front of my father. Why should I be so steady?"

"A gentleman is cautious when alone, and an emperor should be even more so."

"Yes, I will remember your father's teachings."

"Father, is this strength okay?"

"Um."

"My son's cooking skills are pretty good, aren't they?"

“…”

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, but a hint of relaxed smile appeared between his majestic and stern brows.

"Okay, sit down and help me review some memorials."

"Father, please spare me! I get dizzy just looking at memorials now, so please leave it to Xiaomu."

Ying Zhao's smile collapsed in an instant.

He had already reviewed enough crappy memorials from his original world. If he had to do hard labor in another world, that would be too tragic!

When mentioning Fusu, Ying Zheng was silent for a moment, and then slowly told his plan.

"I plan to send him to the border."

Ying Zhao frowned and tried to persuade his father disapprovingly.

"Father, I know you want to protect Xiaomu."

"But what Xiaomu needs is not the tempering of the battlefield, but the training of human heart."