Chapter 165 Desperate Measures
When some people are in a position, you don't think much of them, but when they're not there, you realize how important they really are.
To the emperor, Chunyu Han was just that kind of person.
The emperor, who was in the autumn hunting grounds, had lost interest in hunting. Every year, Chunyu Han would make very thorough arrangements for him, including some interesting little programs.
This year, we're always missing this or that, and we can't even see Chunyu Aiqing's superb archery skills.
The ministers who accompanied the emperor were also surprised that Chunyu Han, who had accompanied the emperor every year, would be absent, and they were all forced into the role.
What kind of arrows were those? They were unbearable to watch.
Sigh, it's been ten days since Chunyu Han stepped down due to injury. I miss him...
Where is the Crown Prince?
The emperor raised an eyelid, and the old eunuch hurriedly stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is unwell and is resting in the accounting office."
So, it seems the Crown Prince has been frequently unwell ever since he arrived at the hunting grounds…
"If he is not feeling well, let him return to the capital first. Convey my decree that the Crown Prince lead the Embroidered Uniform Guard to thoroughly investigate the assassination of Minister Chunyu and find the real culprit within seven days."
The emperor was in a bad mood, and the old eunuch, having received the decree, hurried off to the crown prince's accounting office.
Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince's accounting office, the atmosphere was equally tense.
"Your Highness, this is a return gift from the Regent, a thank you for your wedding congratulations."
Two dark wooden boxes, sealed with the golden seal of the Imperial Guard.
"Fu Lu, open it."
Li Mingjin has been extremely busy with the aftermath these past few days. The fact that Chunyu Han is still alive is like a sharp thorn stuck in his heart, causing him pain with every heartbeat.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Fu Lu tore open the gold seal and opened the box. A foul, fishy smell suddenly wafted out. Just one glance was enough to frighten Fu Lu so much that he collapsed to the ground.
"Your Highness...Your Highness, spare my life..."
Fu Lu knew he had lost his composure and knelt on the ground in fear.
Li Mingjin stepped forward, his gaze slightly narrowed. Inside the wooden box were two human heads wearing demon masks!
Those were assassins hired by Li Mingjin from the Blood Shadow Pavilion for a million gold coins...
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
Veins bulged on Li Mingjin's forehead. Was Chunyu Han's life made of black iron? It was so tough that even this couldn't kill him!
He managed to turn the tables and kill them!
The two assassins from the Blood Shadow Pavilion had sent a message to Li Mingjin, saying that a woman had saved Chunyu Han.
The person depicted in the portrait looks exactly like Yu Nian.
Li Mingjin didn't believe Yu Nian had such abilities. He knew best what she was capable of. She had never even killed a chicken, yet she could take on a group of assassins all by herself.
Absurd! This is just an excuse for the Blood Shadow Pavilion to shirk responsibility. They deserved to die.
Li Mingjin snorted coldly.
"In the end, I still have to take action myself..."
...
At the Honeysuckle Pavilion, Chunyu Han received a secret letter from Canghai.
It is said that the emperor entrusted the task of apprehending the real culprit to the crown prince.
How ironic.
Chunyu Han wanted to see what kind of murderer Li Mingjin would eventually hand over.
He wasn't in a hurry; throughout history, those who play with fire have only one fate.
"Canghai, go tell my father-in-law that I want to extend my vacation."
In a side hall of the Hall of Diligent Governance, Yu Huaifeng, who was writing furiously, suddenly shivered.
After taking a sip of refreshing tea, the two dark circles under his eyes were quite noticeable.
When will the Emperor return? When will my son-in-law be able to resume his post? Being regent is exhausting; I should have strongly advocated for the Crown Prince to take on this responsibility.
Yu Huaifeng sighed deeply, wondering if Niannian had woken up yet...
Having regained some of her strength, Yu Nian sat on the small couch by the window, sadly plucking a small chrysanthemum while muttering to herself.
"I like him, I don't like him, I ......"
[My eldest granddaughter, I've never seen anyone as stupid as you.]
The sixth brother mercilessly criticized Yu Nian, saying that she had already given her life to him, yet she was still agonizing over this.
"You're smart, you know a lot about this?"
Yu Nian angrily tugged at the chrysanthemum petals. She was actually a little unsure whether she had feelings for Chunyu Han.
Moreover, Yu Nian also wants to go back to her era...
"Of course I know. I already have grandchildren, and you're asking me this kind of question? Considering how long we've worked together, how about I lend you a hand and clear things up for you?"
How do we solve this?
Yu Nian was suspicious, but Lao Liu did indeed have a grandson and was considered an experienced man.
Liking and primal urges complement each other; you just need to do this... and this...
Yu Nian blushed and her heart pounded. "Do we really have to be this direct?"
"So what? That's how I pursued my child's grandmother back then. Oh, Chunyu Han's here, you might want to give it a try. Good luck."
The sixth brother flashed with golden light and disappeared into my mind.
The idea he gave Yu Nian lingered in her mind for a long time.
This matter can't be delayed any longer; Yu Nian felt it was time to make a decision.
But in her desperation, Yu Nian overlooked a crucial point: Lao Liu's native language was beast language, meaning he was originally a beastman, and all the experience he possessed was actually...
Chunyu Han, who had temporarily stepped down from his post, casually wore a dark purple Confucian robe without any embroidery or decoration, except for the sachet that Yu Nian had given him tied around his waist.
His dark hair was half-gathered up with a white jade hairpin shaped like a cloud, and the strands of hair hanging down his forehead added a touch of languor to his devilishly handsome face.
"What are you doing?"
As soon as Chunyu Han entered, he saw Yu Nian leaning against the small couch, holding a light purple chrysanthemum in her hand, with petals scattered all over the couch.
Those were purple autumn chrysanthemums presented as tribute. There were only a few pots in the palace. Chunyu Han brought them to her to admire, but in just a short time, she had trampled them into this state.
I'm thinking of you.
Yu Nian answered truthfully that since she woke up, her mind had been completely occupied by Chunyu Han.
Hmm, she's been pretty well-behaved.
Chunyu Han sat beside Yu Nian, picking up a petal between his fingertips, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Have you ever written a love letter to the Crown Prince?"
Chunyu Han's gaze remained fixed on the petals, and he asked in a seemingly casual tone.
"Um?"
Yu Nian was slightly taken aback. If it were the original owner, she had indeed written a lot, but she really hadn't written any.
"Tell me, did you write this? Tell the truth."
Chunyu Han handed Yu Nian a letter. Yu Nian recognized the handwriting in the original owner's memories. Without even opening it, Yu Nian knew what was written inside.
"To be honest, this was written by Yu Nian, not by me."
Yu Nian took a deep breath and threw the love letter away. Although it was the truth, Chunyu Han would probably think she was a bit crazy if she said it like that.
Chunyu Han remained silent, his eyes lowered, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
Anyway, Yu Nian really spoke the truth this time, and she didn't feel guilty at all. She even made a joke at the end.
"You even wrote me a letter of divorce."
Although it was meant to be a backup plan for her, it was indeed a divorce.
Chunyu Han finally raised his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on Yu Nian.
"Give me back my divorce papers."
Chunyu Han's eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered this detail; he had thought Yu Nian hadn't taken it.
Yu Nian chuckled. Chunyu Han, who was so shrewd and resourceful, hadn't even gone to his study to check on the fact that his letter of divorce was still lying in his little drawer.
"I won't pay it back."
Yu Nian tilted her head and smiled, crossing her arms over her chest, her smiling lips teasing Chunyu Han.
This is a good opportunity to see if Lao Liu's method works.
“I’ve hidden the letter of divorce. If my husband wants it, he can come and get it himself.”
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