The ministers fell silent the moment Wen Hemian uttered these words.
Lu Zishen's expression was complicated: "Lord Wen, is this something I can talk about?"
Wen Heming demonstrated through his actions that he was capable of speaking.
The capital city, which is so large, has long been ordered to be strictly sealed off, and everyone entering or leaving the city is subject to rigorous questioning, just to prevent the worst-case scenario.
But according to their guess, this person should be an official in the imperial court, and not a low-ranking one. If they said it outright, they would see if the other party couldn't help but jump up in anger.
This is the best-case scenario; they can catch the person without lifting a finger.
Wen Hemian did not speak again, and the ministers looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.
Fortunately, this was meant to serve as a warning to them, so Wen Hemian didn't let the scene freeze for long. Seeing their doubtful expressions, she spoke again after a while.
"Gentlemen, please go back and rest. We can discuss other matters this afternoon."
Wen Hemian suppressed her sharp aura and returned to her usual gentle and peaceful demeanor, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They suppressed their doubts and replied, "Yes."
To see them off, everyone got up early today. Having just received such important news, they were all still processing it and quickly finished speaking before taking their leave.
Ye Zhaoxuan finally met the person he wanted. After all, he was in charge of the censorate, and he wasn't present at the last meeting, so he didn't know much about the situation.
"Lord Wen, what did you mean just now? Are there still traitors in the capital?"
Ye Zhaoxuan was filled with doubt and suspicion, thinking that they all seemed quite honest, so how could someone be secretly causing trouble?
Lu Zishen took the reply and said, "Yes, but we haven't found out who it is yet."
Wen Hemian: "It depends on whether that person will jump out after they know what I said."
Lu Zishen shook his head: "It's hard to say."
Logically speaking, this person should be very patient to have been able to lie low in the capital for so long. If he had seen the current situation clearly, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to jump out.
Wen Hemian said, "Let's see. If we can't find anyone, let's take a gamble."
"Oh, by the way, for the sake of convenience, I'll be moving back to the Prince's Mansion for the time being. If there's anything important, just come and find me directly, and also let others know."
The palace is not a place that can be entered casually. Wen Hemian may not care about those rules, but she is worried that someone might take the opportunity to do something wrong in the palace, so she simply moved the meeting place to another location.
There are no secrets in the Prince's mansion, and those who want to make a move have nowhere to do so.
Lu Zishen and Ye Zhaoxuan nodded: "Okay."
After explaining everything, Wen Hemian let out a soft breath. She covered her lips, cleared her throat, and said, "I'll go back to the Prince's Mansion first. You two should go back too."
The wind was strong at the city gate. Luckily, he had put on a cloak before coming. Wen Hemian's throat was already uncomfortable, and this ordeal made it even worse. He cursed the emperor for being too much in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.
The two had no objections.
Wen Hemian returned to the Prince's Mansion in a carriage.
The palace documents and memorials were brought out by his confidants early in the morning and piled up on the table. Qingyun couldn't stand it, so he had someone bring another table and tidy it up, and it looked much better.
Hearing that Wen Hemian's voice was hoarse, Qingyun frowned: "This servant will go and make some pear soup for Miss to soothe her throat."
"Qingyun's cooking is excellent," Wen Hemian nodded with a smile. "Good."
She was in a hurry to leave, and without noticing, her elbow bumped into a tall stack of documents, causing several to fall to the ground with a thud.
"ah!"
Qingyun hurriedly picked it up and handed it to Wen Hemian: "This is such a mess!"
She was a little annoyed, knowing that Wen Hemian was very busy, and that she had to add to the trouble at this time.
Wen Hemian took it and reassured her, "It's alright, I'll take a look later and then I'll tidy it up again."
Qingyun was relieved and said, "Okay."
Wen Hemian had already read most of the truly important documents. He was only looking at them now to find clues and see if there were any problems with the backgrounds of the key officials in each department.
With the court stable, the risk of following the vassal king in rebellion is obviously greater. If this person was not planted later, then someone must have some kind of leverage over him, forcing him to do this.
Of course, these are all just guesses, and we'll have to wait for verification to know for sure.
While instructing their guards to search for clues, they were also constantly filtering through the remaining materials, and now only this small stack remained.
Wen Heming smoothed out the pages and was about to put the book back on the table when she suddenly noticed something was wrong with the book she was holding. She examined it carefully, then pried open the pages to look inside, and finally confirmed that a page was missing.
The Great Zhao had a household registration management system specifically for officials. The Ministry of Revenue was responsible for organizing it on a daily basis, and any new additions or reductions each year had to be recorded. The file in my hand records the officials of the Ministry of War.
The person in charge of destroying the evidence was very meticulous; if she had been distracted for even a moment, she could have easily overlooked this small detail.
If there is a traitor in the Ministry of War...
Wen Heming's expression hardened slightly. That would explain why important news could be leaked out.
Who could it be?
Wen Hemian pondered for a moment, then walked to the window and knocked a few times. A head popped out from behind the windowsill; it was one of her bodyguards.
"Go and check who has recently visited the Ministry of Revenue, especially the Ministry of War. Pay special attention to them."
Bodyguard: "Yes."
The guards withdrew, and Wen Hemian turned around, startled to see the system that had suddenly appeared in the room.
The system cat has a completely different expression from the ordinary cat.
"I haven't contacted you. What are you doing here at this hour?"
Having been terrified by the tasks issued by the system, Wen Hemian harbored some resentment.
"Just checking in on you all." The system winked, but its cat-like face didn't reveal much of its expression. "Don't worry, I'm not issuing any tasks, just taking a look."
Wen Heming firmly believed in the principle that one should not visit a temple without a reason.
It's not that the system is unwilling to speak, it's that it cannot speak.
She calmly walked over and sat down.
How long will you be staying?
The system scratched its head: "I'm guessing... we'll wait until the little emperor returns from his campaign? Given your special circumstances, the administrator asked me to tell you something."
Wen Hemian: "Can't you just tell me alone?"
The system remained unyielding: "No, you all have to come together. I timed my arrival carefully, so you'll stay in this world for now."
"Whatever you want." Wen Hemian narrowed her eyes, seemingly asking curiously, "Is being a cat fun?"
The system shook its head frantically: "If I could, I wouldn't want to be a cat either!"
Wen Hemian looked away, amused.
While waiting for the results, she didn't rest. After all, before a conclusion was reached, all her thoughts were just speculations, and she would only feel at ease after reading through all the remaining ones.
In the afternoon, she summoned the Minister of Revenue separately to discuss the allocation of grain and military funds. The battle lines were so long, and if it dragged on for too long, it would put enormous pressure on the national treasury.
The Minister of Revenue had a good understanding of this: "Why not entice wealthy merchants in the capital to donate money!"
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