"And that idiot Prince Pingjiang, no wonder he couldn't become emperor. Did he really think Li Yunqing sincerely pledged allegiance to him?!"
Liang Zhigong rose through the ranks from a lowly eunuch, and after tasting the power, he went further and further down this path. By the time the late emperor passed away, he had basically won over most of the officials. He thought he could rest easy now, but who knew that the Prince of Pingjiang would suddenly appear.
And even the little emperor, who was seen as a puppet, now has Li Yunqing as his backer, and everything is heading towards the worst possible outcome.
Liang Zhigong knew all too well what the final fate of a traitorous minister would be, but since things had already come to this point, it meant there was no turning back.
"My lord, please calm down. How about we inform the Prince of Pingjiang and let them fight amongst themselves?"
People around him offered their opinions.
Liang Zhigong sneered: "You think it's that simple? They're all against us now. Even if he finds out, we won't get away with it."
Eliminating dissidents is the most common method, but compared to the country falling into the hands of a eunuch, they clearly prefer to get rid of him.
Liang Zhigong stroked his chin: "We need to think of a way to get Li Yunqing away."
For some reason, ever since Li Yunqing woke up again, Liang Zhigong felt that things were heading in a direction that was getting out of control, and at this time, he definitely had to eliminate the variables first.
"Should we take action to get him out of the Imperial Household Department?"
The Imperial Household Department usually deals with royal affairs, and without Jia Zheng, many of their daily tasks would be difficult to handle.
"Once it falls into the hands of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, it's gone forever. Don't waste your time."
Self-interest can sway most people, but there are still upright and incorruptible officials in the court. It's just that Liang Zhigong's influence couldn't reach the Dali Temple, so Jia Zheng was simply unlucky.
Although I was very reluctant, I had no choice but to give it up.
"Try to cause some trouble for the Li family army and make them set foot in the capital area."
After Liang Zhigong summoned someone close to him and whispered something in his ear, his anger gradually subsided.
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Yun Qing had long known that as long as she took action, she would definitely be targeted by others, so when a chill ran down her spine, she didn't take it too seriously.
It's obvious without even thinking who's after her.
[Ugh, it feels awful to be secretly plotted against. When will Liang Zhigong finally be taken down?]
Yun Qing felt quite resentful about this. Having gotten used to peaceful days, having to be on guard every day in ancient times was quite unsettling.
Just then, the little tyrant came over to offer his concern, holding a hand warmer with a faint aroma of fragrance wafting out.
"Is the Grand Tutor cold again?"
Xie Rang had become accustomed to the occasional inner thoughts that surfaced from him, and had also gleaned a great deal of information from them. It was quite remarkable that the Grand Tutor, who was so averse to trouble, still planned for him in every way.
Yun Qing nodded perfunctorily, took the hand warmer handed to him by the little tyrant, and said vaguely, "Your subject is somewhat worried about the refugees in the north."
The foundation of a nation lies in its people. Public unrest is the most detrimental factor for those in power. What methods can be devised to help them?
Yun Qing knew, of course, that those refugees would not be able to reach the capital, but the world still belonged to the Great Xi Dynasty, and they could not turn a blind eye to these situations just because they could not see them.
Xie Rang caught her thought and said in a deep voice, "We can allocate some silver from the national treasury."
Fortunately, the late emperor was not so incompetent as to disregard everything. After his death, the Prince of Pingjiang arrived quickly and kept a close watch on things, so Liang Zhigong did not have time to take too many things. Now the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department has also been imprisoned in the imperial prison, so the silver in the national treasury is still relatively safe.
"If the Grand Tutor thinks it is feasible, Lin Chen can be sent to escort them."
Being in the palace was a limitation. Before truly getting to know people, Xie Rang could only entrust them with a few people. Matters concerning people's livelihood could not be delayed under any circumstances and had to be implemented in practice.
Yun Qing couldn't think of a more suitable candidate for the time being, so she nodded: "Let's go with him."
With the Imperial Seal in Yun Qing's possession, the imperial decree was quickly issued from the palace after they reached an agreement.
The imperial edict was right there, stamped with the national seal, and it was money from the national treasury allocated for disaster relief. Even if the ministers were unwilling, they still had to comply.
Lin Chen was an ambitious man. He had finally gained real power and a mission, and this was a job that no one else could take away from him, so it was settled.
However, Yun Qing still felt uneasy after thinking about it, so he sent a few more assassins to accompany them to ensure that the true information could be transmitted back and to prevent the refugees from causing unrest. Otherwise, if a thorn was planted in the hearts of the people, it would be difficult to remove it in the future.
With the addition of palace servants, the Hall of Supreme Harmony became more lively, as Yun Qing had specifically instructed that the interior be rearranged, making it look more and more like a real emperor's bedroom.
She had asked the young tyrant for his opinion, and he clearly also felt it was unlucky and did not plan to move back to where the late emperor had lived. Instead, he would live here from now on, which perfectly aligned with the historical trajectory.
From his daily interactions, Yunqing came to know a more vivid image of a little tyrant. Perhaps he shouldn't be called a little tyrant yet, but as it turns out, children can always move in the right direction with proper guidance. Yunqing was very satisfied with her teaching results.
Apart from that one time on the Lantern Festival, no matter how much Xie Rang begged, Yun Qing never stayed overnight in the palace. This made Xie Rang fully appreciate the heartlessness of his tutor, and he still felt a little resentful.
However, Yunqing wanted him to abide by etiquette, and although Xie Rang felt awkward, he still did as she wanted him to do. His rebellious spirit was insignificant in the face of this.
"His Majesty."
Yun Qing held the book and gently tapped it in front of him.
"By spring, you will be twelve years old. Do you have any birthday wishes? I will try my best to fulfill them."
Yunqing was used to being a teacher, especially since she only had Xie Rang as a student. This made her pay special attention to the student's physical and mental health. She believed that he should study when he needed to and play when he needed to, and she shouldn't push him too hard.
Upon hearing this, Xie Rang's eyes lit up: "Grand Tutor, may I go out of the palace to play? I won't return to the palace tonight."
Xie Rang still remembered the night he spent in the Li residence. It was an unfamiliar place, but he found that he felt inexplicably at ease wherever the Grand Tutor was.
It wasn't a difficult request, so Yun Qing agreed: "Of course."
"Thank you, Grand Tutor!"
The young boy was very excited and got up to hug Yun Qing.
He had grown taller and stronger during this time, but he was still thin. Yun Qing hesitated for a moment, then hugged him and patted him.
He's just a kid, it's understandable that he's excited.
Noticing that Yun Qing was uncomfortable with other people's closeness, Xie Rang quickly relaxed as well. There were still some days left, but going out of the palace to play was something to look forward to, and the time should pass much faster.
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