After drinking the tea, Shen Mingzhuang looked up and glanced at Jiang Wang with displeasure.

"Nonsense."

Jiang Wang rebuked, "I'm either in the Imperial Study or the Hall of Diligent Governance, with a pile of memorials waiting to be reviewed. How could I have time to do such a thing? Besides, what good would it do me?"

"Yes, what benefit would this bring to His Majesty? Why would His Majesty go to such lengths?"

Following Jiang Wang's words, Shen Mingzhuang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a clear and unwavering confidence.

Jiang Wang choked on his words, then secretly glanced at his wife. "Empress, I still need to review memorials. If there's nothing else, please go back. It's best to avoid saying such things in the future. Why would I lie to you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Then you'll have to ask Your Majesty yourself!"

Shen Mingzhuang was extremely displeased. He raised his hand and smashed the official kiln celadon teacup in his hand. "Jiang Wang, what exactly do you want to do? Why are you doing this?"

The teacup landed on the indigo-colored floral patterned rug with a dull thud, right in front of Tan Yonglin.

Jiang Wang turned around, and Tan Yonglin was about to pick up the teacup. But when Jiang Wang looked at him, he quickly withdrew his hand and stood behind the beam, not daring to move again.

"Stop wasting your time on those things. Even if you find Ciyuan, there's no way you can live a few decades longer."

"Smack—"

A slap rang out, and Jiang Wang was stunned. Tan Yonglin, who had peeked out, was also stunned. Shen Mingzhuang glared angrily at the man in front of him, wanting nothing more than to crack open his head and see what was inside.

"Do you even know the responsibility on your shoulders, Jiang Wang!" she said in a deep voice. "Do you know that if you die now, all the efforts you've made over the past five years will be buried with you? Do you want a five-year-old child to stand on the Golden Dragon Hall and outwit a bunch of seasoned officials? Jiang Wang, are you out of your mind?"

“I’ve tried my best. I don’t want you to die. I’m trying everything I can think of. You don’t have to be involved, but why are you manipulating things behind the scenes? And why are you making him say that Song Yi ordered it? What exactly are you trying to do? Do you think that Song Yi and I have some kind of affair?”

In the end, the disappointment in his eyes could not be hidden and was fully revealed.

Jiang Wang looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyes reddened as she spoke, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He stood there, rooted to the spot, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Shen Mingzhuang took a deep breath, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Jiang Wang, if you continue like this, then let Tian Zhong be buried with you."

“The little prince that Consort Jin gave birth to back then did not die young, but was hidden by Yin Rong. Yin Rong is unable to move now, but as long as that child is still alive, all kinds of forces will be eager to make their move. If you think that you can plan things for the next ten or twenty years in the last few months, then I have nothing to say. But if you continue to obstruct what I am going to do, I will take my son and leave. I will not let my son fall into such a predicament.”

After saying this, Shen Mingzhuang turned and left, and had someone hand over the fake Ciyuan to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang had a headache. Shen Mingzhuang was indeed not the same Shen Mingzhuang who had just entered the palace five years ago, nor was she the same Shen Mingzhuang he knew when he was still the Crown Prince. This Shen Mingzhuang had undoubtedly become so powerful that he could not stop her from doing anything.

This is something Jiang Wang cannot deny.

He originally just didn't want her to waste any more time on this matter. Find Ciyuan, and then what? Work with Ciyuan to figure out how to save him? What would Ciyuan do? Ciyuan's specialty is taking people's blood. Would she also follow his example and take his blood for him, just like he did when he saved her?

Jiang Wang felt like his head was about to explode just thinking about it.

He would rather die than lose her again!

Thinking of this, he put down his pen, got up, and went directly to the Jiaofang Palace.

Shen Mingzhuang was packing his things.

When Jiang Wang saw the chests and boxes in the Jiaofang Palace, his temples immediately began to throb.

Where are you going?

"Leave the palace."

Shen Mingzhuang remained indifferent.

"I forbid it."

"This time, you have no choice but to allow it."

"Are you going to take away the two people I care about most?" Jiang Wang watched her pack her things without looking up, a strange and inexplicable emotion raging in his heart.

“Xuan’er stays in the palace. It’s inconvenient for me to go out. I need to find a way to save her as soon as possible. If I can’t find one, that’s another matter. But right now, I have to go. I know what you’re going to say.”

As Shen Mingzhuang spoke, he raised his head and stared intently at Jiang Wang: "You're probably going to say again that there's no cure for your illness."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's twitching lips closed again, clearly indicating that she had guessed correctly.

"You should know how stubborn I am. It's impossible for me to accept my fate without even trying."

Jiang Wang remained silent. Of course he knew, "If we can't find it, we won't be able to be together for the last few months. Are you willing to accept that?"

"willing."

Shen Mingzhuang said without hesitation, "I'm willing to gamble my whole life on three months, rather than sit idly by and watch you drift further and further away from me during these three months."

This time, Jiang Wang remained silent.

"Jiang Wang, let me make this clear to you: if you die, I will leave without hesitation with my son. I will never protect this empire for you. Just because you cherish something doesn't mean I cherish it. I don't want my son to clean up this mess for you. You'd better cherish your life and wait for me to come back."

The things were almost packed. She asked Man Huan to take the things out first, and then looked at Jiang Wang quietly for a long time before speaking: "If you insist on devoting all your time to politics day and night, ignoring your own health, you will see in a few months that all your hard work has been for someone else's benefit."

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