The maid was still immersed in fear and did not notice that Yan Zhenghai had slowly walked behind her.
"Your Majesty, Young Master, I don't know why the young lady suddenly committed suicide by taking poison."
As soon as she finished speaking, the maid felt someone grabbing her neck with great force.
She widened her eyes in disbelief and raised her hand to pull away Yan Zhenghai's big hand that was pinching her neck.
"Go to hell."
As a man, Yan Zhenghai was stronger than her. Seeing that she was still trying to struggle, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, his eyes were extremely fierce.
The maid didn't understand why Yan Zhenghai suddenly wanted to kill her. She tried to look up at Yan Fan in front of her, hoping that he would let Yan Zhenghai let her go, but unfortunately Yan Fan looked as if it had nothing to do with her.
Seeing the maid's face becoming more and more purple and gradually stopping struggling, Yan Zhenghai let go of her hand. Still worried, he kicked the maid with her eyes wide open and unwilling to close. After confirming that she was dead, he looked at Yan Fan.
"Someone come and carry her out."
Yan Zhenghai nodded, opened the door, and called in two servants. He pointed at the body of the maid on the ground and said, "This little bitch stole my things. Throw her into the mass grave."
The two servants seemed to be used to it. They answered yes and bent down to carry the maid's body out.
Yan Zhenghai would only keep his tail between his legs in front of Yan Fan. Normally, he would beat or scold the servants at home, and take it out on them whenever he was unhappy.
After the two of them left, Yan Zhenghai asked Yan Fan, who looked solemn.
"Dad, that bitch Yan Min'er is dead, what should we do now?"
It's better to die sooner or later than to raise it to this age.
Yan Fan was indifferent to Yan Zhenghai's insults to his daughter, and even when he heard that Yan Min'er had died, the first thing he thought about was not why his daughter died.
Instead, he was thinking about where to find someone to send her to the palace after her death. It was clearly a grace he had requested from the emperor, but now Yan Fan felt that this grace had become a death warrant.
If I don't send my daughter into the palace, the emperor will definitely use this as an excuse.
"Keep your mouth shut," Yan Fan put away his complicated thoughts and said in a deep voice, "Remember, Yan Min'er is not dead."
Not dead? Yan Zhenghai was puzzled.
"Dad, do you have a solution?"
Yan Fan glanced at him sideways, "No, but Yan Min'er's death must never be known to anyone."
"The Emperor has met Yan Min'er. If he hasn't, it would be easy to deal with."
At this point, Yan Zhenghai cursed his bad luck in his heart, why did he commit suicide at this time instead of earlier or later.
"Let's go to Yan Min'er's room first."
The two went to Yan Min'er's yard, and Yan Fan sent away the servants in the yard.
"From today on, the young lady will study etiquette seriously in the courtyard. You don't need to serve here to avoid disturbing her."
"yes."
The servants left with joy on their faces. Yan Min'er was a difficult person to serve, and they were happy to have her.
Everyone in the yard left. Yan Fan quickly walked to the door of Yan Min'er's house and pushed it open.
Looking at Yan Min'er lying on the couch, Yan Zhenghai stepped forward and raised his hand to touch her nose.
"He's really dead."
Yan Fan frowned and looked at Yan Min'er's body without any emotion.
"Move her body into the ice coffin."
Yan Zhenghai's eyes widened. "Dad, that ice coffin was originally for Mom. That bitch Yan Min'er doesn't deserve it."
Yan Zhenghai had just finished speaking in an unhappy tone when Yan Fan glared at him.
"Just move if I tell you to. Move in and give her the anti-aging perfume."
The weather is hot now. If we don’t use these, they will stink and rot in less than a day.
I raised her for twenty years in vain, but she still died in the end. Shouldn't she be allowed to play a role after her death?
"yes."
Yan Fan opened the secret room, and Yan Zhenghai obediently carried Yan Min'er's body into the secret room and placed it in the ice coffin in the center of the secret room. He also put a pink anti-aging incense into Yan Min'er's mouth, and then closed the ice coffin.
"Dad, why are you keeping Yan Min'er's body? Are you going to send it to the emperor?"
Seeing that his father ignored him, Yan Zhenghai shut up angrily and followed him out of the secret room.
After searching Yan Min'er's room, Yan Fan confirmed that Yan Min'er committed suicide by taking poison because her beloved broke his promise to her after getting married. His face looked even uglier.
He actually committed suicide for such a small matter.
After leaving Yan Min'er's yard, Yan Fan remained silent until he went to the study and sat down, then he looked at Yan Zhenghai.
"Does Yan Min'er have a brother?"
Yan Zhenghai seemed to have thought of something and nodded quickly.
"Yes, how could we forget about this person? Yan Min'er has a twin brother, but we don't know if he is still alive."
Yan Min'er and her brother were born from a maid who seduced her father. If Yan Min'er was not a woman with value, she would have been abandoned like her brother, and she would not have been allowed to survive to this day.
"Go ask the nanny who threw the person away and find out where she left him."
If this person were still alive, there would be no shortage of people to support the emperor.
He took a look at the two when they were born and found that they looked very similar.
…
The next day.
The news that the Beijing Defense Camp and its subordinates were rebelling and inciting the people spread throughout the capital.
Those who knew how glorious the Beijing Defense Camp once was sighed.
However, this matter was quickly overshadowed by Mu Chen's re-assessment.
Mu Chen was waiting outside the Golden Palace early in the morning. The ministers who came to the morning court smiled at him when they saw him.
"Master Mu, good luck on today's test."
Everyone now only has sympathy for Mu Chen, no hostility anymore.
"Thank you, my Lords."
Mu Chen bowed slightly and replied with a smile.
As they were talking, the gate of the Golden Throne Hall was opened by palace servants. The ministers straightened their court robes and walked into the Golden Throne Hall, lining up in two orderly rows.
"The Emperor has arrived."
"Your Highness, long live the Emperor."
The emperor held Yu Yiluo in one hand and lifted the corner of his dragon robe with the other hand and sat on the dragon throne.
"Everyone, get up."
After everyone stood up, the emperor looked at Prime Minister Li.
"Prime Minister, are you ready for the questions?"
Prime Minister Li bowed and said, "Your Majesty, everything is ready."
Eunuch Cao wisely moved the chair to the center of the hall.
"Mu Chen, are you ready?"
The emperor looked at Mu Chen again.
"Your Majesty, I am ready as well."
"Then let's get started."
[Luckily, Mu Chen doesn't have social anxiety. If it were someone with social anxiety, there's no way they would be able to answer the questions in front of so many people.]
Prime Minister Li placed the questions on the table and signaled Mu Chen that he could start answering.
The hall became quiet after Mu Chen sat on the chair, and everyone seemed worried about disturbing Mu Chen.
As the sand in the clepsydra flowed away bit by bit, Mu Chen's speed in answering questions gradually increased, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, not knowing whether it was due to the heat or nervousness.
Seeing that the emperor did not speak, the ministers did not dare to comment and only communicated with each other with their eye contact.
Eunuch Cao stared at the clepsydra, and when the sand in it stopped flowing, he shouted, "Stop answering."
Mu Chen let out a long sigh, put down the pen in his hand, and handed the test paper to Eunuch Cao with both hands.
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