After untying the rope, Huo Baichuan was about to leave when he stopped after taking only two steps. Zhao Shu and Xiao Zhuzi thought he was about to say something shocking again.

He pointed at Xiao Zhuzi and said, "You show me the way. I've never been to the Yongwang Mansion before and don't know how to get out."

Zhao Shu gestured, and Xiao Zhuzi stepped past him, opened the study door, and Huo Baichuan cupped his hands to Zhao Shu, revealing a smile as bright as the rising sun, "Farewell."

After saying that, he followed Xiao Zhuzi outside.

However, as soon as Xiao Zhuzi stepped out of the study, he slammed the door shut, almost pinching Huo Baichuan's high and handsome nose.

He paused for a moment, then turned around and said helplessly to Zhao Shu, "Little Princess, we really are not suitable for each other. You are too young and I am too old. Have you ever heard the folk song? 'You were born before I was born, you were born after I was old.' This is a tragedy. Be good, don't think about those things. Go back to your room and embroider some flowers."

Zhao Shu felt that she couldn't speak to this genius with the mindset of a mediocre person, or she would suffer a great loss.

She cleared her throat. "Mr. Huo, I am not interested in you. In fact, this is the first time I have met you. Before meeting you, I thought you were a decrepit old man."

In her previous life, Zhao Shu had indeed never met this Minister of State. At that time, he was already a very influential figure in the entire Dayong, busy with countless affairs. How could she, a resentful woman confined to her house, possibly meet such a prominent figure as the Minister of State?

Unfortunately, after Zhao Bi ascended the throne, this Minister of the Imperial Secretariat disappeared from the court.

Huo Baichuan felt a little embarrassed. After saying all that, it turned out that the other person didn't have any feelings for him at all. Was he really getting old and losing his charm? No, that can't be right, he's only in his early twenties.

"Old man Cao? Me, Huo Baichuan, am I an old geezer?" Huo Baichuan had to admire the little girl's imagination; she actually imagined him as an old geezer.

It's really...

"If you think I'm a decrepit old man, then why did you have your servants tie me up? Is this how you show respect for the elderly and love for the young?" He decided to ignore his own presumptuous actions just now.

Zhao Shu no longer doubted that he was Huo Baichuan. She spread her hands and said, "If my servants didn't tie you up, would you obediently come to the Prince Yong's mansion?"

"Fine, let's not talk about that. What do you want with me here?" In this world, it is said that both petty men and women are difficult to deal with, and it is rumored that the willful and capricious Princess Jun has both.

Zhao Shu walked to the corner of the study, pulled back a piece of cloth, revealing Yang Quan curled up in a ball, unconscious. "Mr. Huo, do you know who this person is?"

Huo Baichuan had intended to quickly finish the perfunctory conversation and hurry back, but after just one glance, he froze, rushed to Yang Quan, and looked at his face carefully. "What is he doing here?"

Zhao Shu smiled. It was obvious that Huo Baichuan knew Yang Quan. No wonder he could become the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat at such a young age. You know, Yang Zhong, Xie Yun, Wang Kuanqi and others dreamed of becoming the head of all officials, but they were all quite old and still hadn't become one.

"Mr. Huo, answer three questions for me first, and then I will tell you." Zhao Shu found a chair and sat down, gesturing for him to sit down as well. She was tired of always having to crane her neck to speak.

Huo Baichuan sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly. "The tea's gone cold."

Zhao Shu immediately called out, "Little Zhu, serve tea."

"Yes," Xiao Zhu replied from outside, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.

After Xiao Zhuzi left, Huo Baichuan suddenly stood up and moved closer to Zhao Shu. Their faces were so close that the hot breath on her face made her feel unwell, her face flushed, and her expression became extremely unnatural.

"Has no one ever told you not to trust people too easily?" he said softly.

Zhao Shu reached out to push him, but couldn't budge him. She tried harder, but he still wouldn't budge. Instead, he grabbed her hand. "Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

Zhao Shu struggled desperately, but couldn't break free. An angry expression appeared on her face. "Mr. Huo, I respect you and call you 'sir.' Please have some self-respect."

"Hahaha." Huo Baichuan laughed, looking Zhao Shu up and down a few times. "What are you thinking? What do you think I would do to your bean sprout-like body? Eat a few more bowls of rice and grow up first."

Zhao Shu: ..., enraged, opened her mouth and bit Huo Baichuan's hand. Huo Baichuan felt the pain, released Zhao Shu's hand, and flung her to the ground.

Zhao Shu, who plopped down on the ground, wiped her mouth and said fiercely, "Sir, don't forget, this is my territory."

Huo Baichuan looked at Zhao Shu, then at the teeth marks on his right hand, which were bleeding. This girl was really ruthless.

“It’s bleeding.” He held out his hand to Zhao Shu, “Lend me your handkerchief to wrap it up.”

Seeing that he wasn't joking and that there was indeed blood seeping out, Zhao Shu took out a handkerchief and wrapped it up.

Having studied in medical school, bandaging is a piece of cake for me.

After bandaging it up, they even tied a bow.

"Speak, what's the problem?" Huo Baichuan thought about his own problem and decided not to confront Zhao Shu head-on.

Zhao Shu sat down a distance away from her, determined not to let this person get any closer, and said coldly, "May I ask, sir, what kind of person do you think my royal uncle is?"

Huo Baichuan's long eyelashes fluttered. It was rumored that the Prince Yong's family had bestowed great favors upon him, but he never expected it to be to this extent, daring to address the emperor as his uncle.

"His Majesty is wise and powerful, truly a brilliant ruler," Huo Baichuan said calmly, unlike the others who would bow deeply towards the palace upon hearing the emperor's name.

Zhao Shu nodded. "My second question is, sir, could you predict how many years from now Dayong will become the second Zhou Dynasty?"

Huo Baichuan was only trying to get by; he would investigate why Yang Quan was at the Yongwang Mansion and he was sure he could find out.

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