Chen Qi had been in the capital for almost a year, and he had memorized all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries. He naturally knew Huang Cheng, one of the three prime ministers and the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet.

However, he had never met such a high-ranking official before.

People on the street sneered.

"Master Huang has been unable to walk for a long time. That is his son, Master Huang."

Chen Qi was surprised.

"Young Master Huang can actually use Master Huang's ceremonial staff?" he said.

"He has not only used the ceremonial staff, he has also replaced his father and made decisions on the affairs of the inner cabinet." The passerby whispered, "Master Huang broke his leg and can't walk, but he refused to resign and actually let his son replace him."

Chen Qi stared.

"Is this really possible?" he said. "The Emperor actually agreed?"

"The emperor is so kind, and he treats old ministers with special favor." The passerby sighed, and waved his hand again, with a bit of caution, "Don't talk too much about Mr. Huang's affairs, it's not allowed."

He then withdrew his head and left in a hurry.

Is this little Huang so scary?

Chen Qi looked towards Yu Street again.

Being feared by the people is not a good reputation. This young Master Huang does not look like someone who should be favored by the benevolent emperor.

"Seventh Manager, you still don't know that this Huang Xiaoshang has also done many evil things." A clerk whispered beside him, "Jinyiwei is vicious, and he is treacherous. To put it simply, Huang Xiaoshang is better at framing, and Jinyiwei is better at implementing the framing."

Is he such a person?

Chen Qi's eyes widened.

"Yes, it is said that many officials died at the hands of the Imperial Guard. In fact, most of them were killed by Mr. Huang." Another waiter whispered.

So scary!

Chen Qi glared again.

"Fortunately, we are not officials and cannot offend him." He patted his chest and said, "Let's go back and make medicine."

Chen Qi led his employees to walk along the street. People on the street were leaving one after another. Amid the coming and going of people, no one noticed a girl of about sixteen or seventeen standing in the corner. She was wearing plain clothes and hanging her head, looking like a weak willow in the spring breeze.

Her eyes were always looking towards the direction of Yu Street, as if she was expecting something but also seemed dazed.

On the other side, Mr. Huang, who had walked to Yu Street, was also looking at the covered cup handed to him by the guards.

"What is it?" he asked.

When the lid of the cup was opened, there was no fragrance spilling out, but instead there was a stream of light in the sight.

Mr. Huang was stunned for just a moment, but soon he recovered his composure as he was well-informed.

"It's gold sand," he said, reaching out to pick up a handful, the gold sand falling in the sunlight, "This soup is really nourishing."

But this soup is not something that a person who claims to have grown up in a poor family and whose elderly mother is seriously ill and can barely keep fed can afford.

I don't know how many talents were plundered to come up with this.

Of course, Mr. Huang doesn't care about these little things.

"This Li Chong is not bad." He said, closing the lid of the cup. "Look back and see if there is anything missing. Give him a replacement. It's really pitiful that he has been copying documents in the Ministry of Personnel for so many years."

The guard put away the lid and answered yes.

"Mr. Huang."

Another voice called out.

This time the sound came from the front. Mr. Huang looked and saw a skinny, dark-faced official in his thirties walking quickly towards him, with two clerks following him. The clerks each held a box in their hands and looked very tired.

"Master Tang," said Little Master Huang, "why did you come here at this time?"

"This is really too much." Lord Tang said with a look of annoyance, "We know that the memorial of the Censorate impeaching Duke Cheng was blocked by Lord He again."

Mr. Huang said "oh" and patted his stomach.

"Uncle He is old," he said. "When people get older, their brains tend to become clumsy."

He thought of something and uttered another sound.

"Where's Lu Yunqi? Is there no movement from his end?"

No one can stop Lu Yunqi's memorial.

Lord Tang looked even more disgusted.

"Mr. Lu is busy enjoying the beauty now," he said, "and has not done any serious work."

Mr. Huang laughed out loud.

"You're still making a fuss with Miss Jun." He said, "Why bother with so much effort? You can just rob her directly. Why are you trying to be gentle with her and play some consensual game? You're such an honest kid."

The only person who described Lu Yunqi as an honest child was Mr. Huang.

Lord Tang was too lazy to care about these children's affairs. He nodded and immediately got back to his own topic.

"That's right," he said. "He is not doing his job, while Old Master He is so powerful that he even said that our impeachment of Duke Cheng for colluding with the Jin people is ridiculous and stupid. It is shameful to bring it to the emperor."

When he said this, his angry face turned red, which showed that he had been mocked quite severely.

"It is said that we, the historians, are reporting things based on hearsay, not on the barking of dogs," he said bitterly.

Mr. Huang looked sympathetic.

"That's not good. How can you curse at someone?" he said.

"That's right, how can there be no evidence? This was reported back from the North, and many people have said so." Lord Tang said hatefully.

Mr. Huang nodded again.

"It's not necessarily true, but it is true," he said, holding out his hand. "Here, give me the memorial, and I'll tell His Majesty whether it's just a joke or not. Your Majesty should make the final decision, so how can we interfere?"

Lord Tang was overjoyed and waved to the clerk behind him.

"Give it here," he said.

Two clerks hurried forward and lifted the box.

Mr. Huang seemed very surprised.

"So many?" he said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. "One person is slandering, two people say it is slandering, so many people say it, it's really..."

He looked at the guards behind him.

"It won't look good to move it in like this. You guys keep it for now. I'll go and say hello to His Majesty first. If His Majesty sees so much, he'll be sad."

The guards dismounted and took the box.

A smile finally broke out on Lord Tang's gloomy face. He stepped aside to make way for Lord Huang and bowed to him. He respectfully saw him off before standing up.

"You old bastard, let's see what you can do." He looked towards the office he had just walked out of and said hatefully.

…

When the sunlight was slanting, Miss Jun walked to the door of a wealthy family.

"Miss, are you from this family?" Liu'er said, holding a paper bag.

Miss Jun nodded.

Liu'er happily went forward and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a friendly-looking concierge looked over.

"Girl, who are you looking for?" he asked.

"I'm here to deliver medicine." Liu'er said as she raised the paper bag in her hand.

The concierge was startled. He had heard of people delivering gifts, but never of people delivering medicine. Was this person asking for a beating? He then saw Miss Jun standing behind Liu'er. His expression suddenly changed, and he slammed the door shut.

Liu'er was almost hit on the nose and screamed immediately.

"What are you doing?" she shouted, "Don't you want the medicine you bought?"

"No, no, thank you, you guys can go now." The doorman's trembling voice came from behind the door.

"Hey, we're not refunding the money." Liu'er shouted.

"No need to return it," the doorman said immediately.

Liu'er turned around and smiled.

"That's great, miss. You're in luck," she said.

The doorman didn't expect to hear these words and almost fell against the door.

Is this girl mentally ill? She is so happy about the profit she made. You will suffer a great loss when no one comes to treat the disease.