The days that followed were peaceful and harmonious.

Dong Shulan and Yu Wenjun were busy with the renovation of the small clothing shop and the large house by Xuanwu Lake. They were so immersed in it that they had no time to flirt with Fu Xiaoguan.

Fu Xiaoguan went to the palace every day, and sometimes went to the Imperial College to sit and drink tea and chat with Shangguan Wenxiu and others. He didn't do any serious work, but he got to know a lot of people, including his brother-in-law Dong Xiujing.

However, my elder brother-in-law Dong Xiujing will leave Shangjing at the end of October and go to Qingzhou in Henan Province to serve as the prefect.

The imperial inspection has entered deep water. Nearly a hundred officials have been dismissed. Some have been escorted to the Dali Temple Prison in Shangjing, and more are still on the way.

Sometimes he would also visit the Ministry of Revenue. Detailed proposals for disaster relief were being drafted, and Dong Kangping naturally wanted him to participate, revise the proposals, and improve them one by one.

There was no other way around it; he had to do what his father-in-law arranged, and he had to do it well.

As a result, he gradually won the recognition of many officials in the Ministry of Revenue, but of course, he also inevitably gained the fear of some officials.

He didn't take any of this to heart because he had no intention of staying in Shangjing at all.

As for Shi Chaoyuan, who had been scolded by him to the point of vomiting blood, he had met him several times, but Shi Chaoyuan never even looked at him. However, Fu Xiaoguan was quite alert in his heart. He thought that the dog that bites doesn't bark, and he would never believe that the head of the Shi family, one of the six major families in Shangjing, could swallow his anger when he was riding on his face. So he would call Su Mo when he went out, and Su Mo would drive a carriage to the palace gate to pick him up after get off work.

Nothing happened in the past ten days, but today Prime Minister Yan Beixi called him to the Council of State, and the two of them drank tea and chatted.

"You once said you would establish a mind for heaven and earth, a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity... Your words come from your heart. You possess the talent to govern the world, so why are you unwilling to contribute to Dayu?"

Fu Xiaoguan filled Yan Beixi's cup of tea and said, "Prime Minister Yan, you are so kind. I have actually done quite a lot these days, such as proposing that the Imperial College compile a book called "Records of the Grand Historian" and perfecting the proposals for the Ministry of Revenue. These things may be small, but they contribute to the development of Dayu."

Yan Beixi's gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at Fu Xiaoguan, his gaze carrying a hint of the pressure of a superior. "Make the best use of people and things. Your talent can do more for Dayu."

Fu Xiaoguan was not affected by this pressure. He said calmly, "Prime Minister Yan, you may not know that I have a brain disease and cannot overuse my brain. If it relapses, my life will be in danger. Therefore, it is difficult for me to take on such a heavy responsibility. Now I can do some small things for Dayu. This is already the best I can do."

Yan Beixi had known all of Fu Xiaoguan's files a few days ago. He didn't expect that Fu Xiaoguan's brain disease was so troublesome, and he felt quite sorry for him.

"The corruption surrounding disaster relief has left many positions vacant. I originally wanted to assign you to Ningzhou, the area hit hardest by the disaster but also the one with the greatest potential for achievement. Although you're young, you're mature and prudent. Furthermore, the disaster relief plan originated with you, making you the perfect candidate for Ningzhou governor. In two or three years, I could push you up to the position of Henan Daotai, making you a highly placed official."

Yan Beixi slowly stood up, rubbed his waist, and sighed softly: "I'm old, and I can't work for many more years. I hope you can return to this temple as a Taotai before I retire. That way... you can enter the Secretariat with full legitimacy."

He took two steps, turned around, looked at Fu Xiaoguan, and asked again, "I've told you all this. If you agree now..." Yan Beixi picked up an appointment document from the desk, "I can fill in your name. You will be the youngest prefect in Dayu's 200-year history, the youngest prefect, and even the youngest assistant minister of the Secretariat."

What a big pie this is!

Yan Beixi didn't think that anyone could refuse such great wealth that was within his reach. Fu Xiaoguan had previously used brain disease as an excuse, which meant that he didn't know about the subsequent arrangements. Now that it was stated so clearly, he would of course make the right choice.

But Fu Xiaoguan sighed deeply and said with a wry smile, "Prime Minister Yan is so kind to me, but I am not fortunate enough to enjoy it. I am truly ashamed of Prime Minister Yan's kindness in cultivating me. I have a brain disease..."

Yan Beixi waved his hand and put down the appointment document. "You can go down."

"I'll take my leave."

Fu Xiaoguan came out and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This old fox is so tempting, what is his purpose?

Yan Beixi frowned as he watched the figure moving away outside the door. At this moment, a person walked out from the inner room. She was Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"You lose."

Yan Beixi nodded.

"Then Shulan will marry Fu Xiaoguan. Please tell your family not to interfere."

Yan Beixi nodded again, then turned around and asked why?

Of course, this question is not about Dong Shulan and Yan Xiwen, but why Her Royal Highness the Princess thinks that Fu Xiaoguan would refuse such great wealth.

"Because he is very clear-headed. After listening to what he said during his court appearances, I know that although he is not yet seventeen, he is clearer-headed than many people."

"With my assistance, all this can be achieved. He also has that ability."

"I don't think he trusts you, otherwise he wouldn't be so isolated from the other ministers. Also, I went to Noble Concubine Shang's place yesterday, and she said that since there are many vacancies right now, Yan Xiwen shouldn't take the ninth-rank county magistrate position. You should choose a place for him to be the prefect."

"Xiwen doesn't have that ability."

"Does Fu Xiaoguan have that ability?"

Yan Beixi thought about it and nodded.

"Then it's up to you. However, since Concubine Shang has extended the olive branch, you still have to give up the position of Jiangbei Daotai."

Yan Beixi was silent for a long time, then asked, "Who should I give it to?"

"Qin family, Qin Mowen."

"What about the position of Jinling prefect?"

"The Ministry of War has issued a transfer order for Huo Huaijin, the second son of Huo Donglin, the Prince of Zhenxi. Huo Huaijin will return to the capital to temporarily assume the position of Prefect of Jinling and lead the Imperial City Guards."

Huo Huaijin was originally the commander of the light cavalry of the western border army, so it was reasonable for him to lead the imperial guards, but he was the son of the King of Zhenxi. Would Your Majesty be so bold as to hand over the imperial guards to him?

Yan Beixi didn't think much about this matter, but said: "I mean this Jinling prefectural governor is for the Ning family of Ning Taifu."

"This isn't a big deal, so let's give it to the Ning family. The corruption in this disaster relief effort is enormous, and His Majesty will definitely investigate it thoroughly. Tell the other five families to give up what they should, and to do so proactively. Don't even think about bribing the imperial envoy, and don't take any chances. If any family can't do it..."

Her Royal Highness the Princess turned around and walked away lightly. Yan Beixi raised his head and closed his eyes. He had to clean up this mess in the end. The woman who lived in Dieyi Palace had really terrible means.

It was that woman who said that the Yan family had three prime ministers. Now, the reputation of this family of three prime ministers was known throughout the world. The supreme glory in the eyes of others was like a rope around Yan Beixi's neck, leaving him without the courage to struggle.