A murmur arose in the court. Although Emperor Junlan, who was in a high position, listened to their discussion, his gaze would occasionally fall on the man sitting in a wheelchair below.

Murong Jin.

He was surrounded by people left behind by his father: first, the emperor's shadow guards; second, the royalists; and third, a secret envelope containing some secrets of the Great Cheng Kingdom...

As for why he ultimately ascended the throne, there was only one reason: of the emperor's nine sons, only he and his fifth brother, who was barely clinging to life and in a coma, remained.

Although he was not usually favored, he still received the treatment due to a prince, albeit in a very ordinary way, and was practically invisible in the palace.

"What does the Regent think?"

Murong Jin slightly raised her eyes, and many ministers looked at her. She simply opened her lips slightly and said, "Your Majesty can make the decision."

A strange glint flashed in Di Junlan's eyes. Logically speaking, Murong Jin should have known everything about the people he had arranged and what they were doing behind his back, and yet he had managed to prevent Murong Jin from succeeding...

He already knew that Murong Jin would not act as he wished, and that his current demeanor was merely a facade of respect for the ruler and subservience to his subjects.

After the court session ended, Murong Jin pushed her wheelchair out of the Golden Palace. Some people came up to chat with her, but they were just colleagues, and Murong Jin naturally wouldn't refuse them.

"Your Majesty, the Regent and the Vice Minister of Revenue are chatting."

"Moreover, the Regent Prince doesn't seem interested in the Vice Minister of Revenue's suggestion."

Emperor Junlan glanced at the memorial beside him, "Increase taxes."

Oh.

That's wishful thinking.

The Ministry of Revenue should also conduct a thorough investigation.

If you swallow something you shouldn't have, you have to spit it out.

The guards knew that their master intended to overhaul the court. As for the regent's men, they were just a few ministers, all royalists, so there was no need to worry.

As for the regent, although he didn't get along well with the civil and military officials, he held the tiger tally, which was the most difficult thing to deal with.

"Master, shall we make a move?"

Di Junlan waved his hand, "No need."

The sudden death of the regent could cause some problems, especially since this regent was a war god prince beloved by the people, who had repelled the invading enemy army and whose reputation was so great that it overshadowed the emperor.

The Regent's Palace.

Arriving at her own residence for the first time, Murong Jin was filled with anticipation.

After all, she'll be staying here for quite some time. Hopefully, the young emperor won't disappoint her and will quickly take control of the entire court; otherwise, she won't be able to retire in time.

Looking at the spacious courtyard, Murong Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

Yi Er could tell from her appearance that she was very satisfied with the courtyard.

"Master, would you like to plant some flowers?"

"Plant the flower that I just brought the latest."

Yi Er's lips twitched.

He dared not touch that flower; it was highly poisonous!

"By the way, Master, the Prince hasn't contacted us for three months. Should we send someone to check on him?"

Murong Jin paused slightly; her father hadn't contacted her for three months…

"It's alright, he's probably traveling somewhere else."

Yi Er didn't say anything more. After all, the old prince would contact his master every month, but this time there hadn't been a letter for three months.

But since the master has said so, there's no need to worry too much, after all, the old prince has bodyguards arranged by the master to protect him.

After dinner, Murong Jin sat in the study looking at the letters and documents.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

She holds the Tiger Tally, and the entire army obeys her orders. However, the Imperial Guards are directly under the Emperor's command. So, is the young Emperor starting to plan how to bring her down?

The emperor is only 17 years old this year, having ascended the throne at the age of 17. It has only been three years since then. He is much more mature and stable than at the beginning, but he still lacks some ability to do things and does not consider things thoroughly.

"Yi Er, send some people in for him." The sooner we get her down, the more capable the emperor will be.

It seems he's destined to play the villain.

However, changing the outcome of death is easy.

Yi Er was stunned for a moment. Why was his master suddenly saying this? Who was he sending someone to?

What kind of person should be sent to the emperor? A woman or a man?

Murong Jin glanced at him sideways, "Select a few people from the Dark Pavilion and send them in discreetly."

"Yes, Master."

Why send the people from the Secret Service to the Emperor? Is the Master afraid that His Majesty can't outmaneuver her?

Although he didn't know what his master was going to do, he just had to follow orders.

As soon as Yi Er left the study, he saw Yi Yi and Yi Liu standing guard outside. "I'm going to the secret chamber."

The young man beside him, dressed in a black guard uniform, was handsome and gentle, but his face looked like a noodle stall. Yi Yi glanced at him and nodded.

Meanwhile, Yi Liu, dressed in dark clothes, glanced up at the study, whose door was still open, his expression gentle and refined. "What did Master say?"

Yi Er shrugged: "I don't know."

He vanished in a flash, leaving only two guards standing there, each with their own thoughts.

Yi Yi frowned slightly. "If anyone does anything to harm my master, I will not let them get away with it." Even if it's the emperor, he won't let them get away with it.

Yi Liu whistled, "Hmm."

They all knew their master's strength, especially the master who had fought his way through the darkness, like a vengeful ghost in the night. At first, they didn't want to acknowledge the master that the prince had assigned to them, after all, their master seemed too weak at that time.

When they were surrounded in the enemy country, their master, with a scimitar, killed all the hundreds of people surrounding them, leaving none alive.

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