Mo Yunhan frowned.
It's not that this matter is particularly difficult to handle.
Rather, the issue is that once these officials in Beijing are investigated and dismissed, the selection of their replacements is far too sensitive.
If he were in charge, it would seem as if he controlled half of the political situation.
It has drawn criticism.
“Your Majesty, why not leave this matter to Xiao Ping? Most of the officials involved in the case in the capital are civil officials. Old Master Lu was once the Grand Tutor and is well-versed in the art of employing civil officials. He has also learned a great deal about this matter. I am just a military general and am truly incapable of handling it.”
"Xiao Ping?"
Mo Yunzhao gave a faint smile.
"Jiang Zhao and Xiao Ping, what merits do they possess to have caught Xiao Jiu's eye? Could it be that they have some private dealings with Xiao Jiu?"
Mo Yunhan had already guessed it.
How could his elder brother, the emperor, possibly genuinely want him to assist in governing?
He bowed again.
"Your Majesty, I have laid bare my heart for you to see. I urge you to prioritize the affairs of the Great Zhou state."
"The Empress Dowager is dead. As for the events of that year... your brother has let them go."
Mo Yunzhao, whose smile had been fake the whole time, completely lost his smile.
He looked at Mo Yunhan coldly, and after a long while asked, "You know that the Empress Dowager harmed you, and now her body is gone and she can't even be laid to rest, only then are you truly at ease. If I were to harm you, what would you do then?"
Mo Yunhan straightened up.
She looked at him calmly.
Suddenly, he smiled with relief.
“If it weren’t for that, how would I have met Wan’er? Perhaps this is the arrangement of Heaven. Now, I have no other desires. Apart from Wan’er, nothing else matters.”
Mo Yunzhao's heart was in turmoil.
It was sour, oppressive, and unpleasant to taste.
But the image of her first meeting with Mo Yunhan flashed through her mind.
The small, frail child lay struggling in the snow, covered in blood.
When she looked at him, she was as wary as a small animal ready to pounce at any moment.
But after he put down the warm bun and said, "I'm your brother," his eyes welled up with tears.
...
In the Imperial Garden,
On the branches of the wintersweet, only a few flower buds fluttered about, and only a handful of flowers bloomed.
Inside the pavilion, charcoal was lit and soft cushions were laid out.
The rich aroma of tea rises with the rising steam.
When the waiting palace maids saw Consort Wan approaching, they immediately went to greet her respectfully.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, Greetings, Princess Regent. Your servant has prepared everything. Please proceed to the pavilion."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Consort Wan kicked her.
"Do I need a servant like you to tell me where I want to go?"
The palace maid screamed in agony, not knowing what she had done wrong, and could only prostrate herself on the ground, not daring to utter a single word.
Consort Wan, however, refused to let it go.
"The Empress has requested to be confined to her quarters and has handed over the power of the harem to me. Every one of you should watch carefully. I am no longer the former Consort Wan, but the Imperial Noble Consort. My son is the only prince of the Great Zhou in the capital, with a noble status. You should all recognize this fact and understand the distinction between superiors and inferiors."
After she finished speaking, she deliberately looked at Jiang Qingwan.
"Princess Regent, these servants are truly ignorant of etiquette. They don't know that in this world, the emperor is supreme, and whether it's a prince or the regent, they are all subjects. Why don't you set an example and teach them how to greet me and the Sixth Prince?"
Mo Shaoye proudly raised his chin.
She couldn't help but fiddle with the jeweled crown on her head.
They were just waiting for Jiang Qingwan to bow.
Jiang Qingwan glanced at the two of them indifferently, said nothing, and walked to the winter plum tree, gently brushing a few blooming winter plum blossoms with her hand.
He leaned closer and took a careful sniff, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Such indifference was like a double slap across the faces of Consort Wan and the Sixth Prince, who were trying to establish their authority through her.
The sixth prince was so angry that he started cursing.
"Who do you think you are? My mother asked you a question, and you didn't answer, pretending not to hear. Do you really think that just because you've become the Regent's Consort, you've risen to a high position?"
“You, a divorced woman, have been a stepmother to scum like Qin Run for five years, enduring his disdain and insults. How dare such an impure person marry Ninth Prince? It is an insult to the dignity of the Great Zhou royal family. Guards, hold her down! I will teach her some manners.”
None of the eunuchs and palace maids dared to step forward.
They knew best which members of the Great Zhou royal family they couldn't afford to offend.
The Regent is a fearsome figure; who wouldn't dare to kill him?
Seeing that no one stepped forward, Mo Shaoye was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged.
"A bunch of useless trash."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, ready to take action.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes staring at him with an icy coldness.
"You don't agree to my marrying Mo Yunhan?"
Mo Shaoye was startled by his gaze and felt embarrassed. His aura instantly surged again.
"Yes, I disagree. If you have any self-awareness, then..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qingwan suddenly grabbed his neck and looked at him as if he were a dead man.
"No one can stop me from marrying Mo Yunhan."
After saying that, he picked the person up and threw him directly into the lotus pond.
Although the water in the pool didn't freeze in this weather, the water temperature was extremely low.
Mo Shaoye screamed and thrashed about in the water.
The change happened so fast that Consort Wan only just realized what was happening.
Screaming and howling, they rushed to the edge of the lotus pond.
"Help! Help! Help!"
The surrounding eunuchs and palace maids were also startled.
Several of the stronger ones immediately jumped in.
But the mud below was too deep, and they couldn't move their feet at all.
Consort Wan was so anxious that she beat her chest and stamped her feet.
Watching Mo Shaoye gulp down several mouthfuls of dirty water, his face turned blue and purple from the cold, he was about to freeze to death.
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