On his way to the Eastern Palace, Zu An pondered how to rescue the demonic cult assassins. Although he had received the emperor's permission, he could not make the matter public. At most, he could only give some hints to the relevant personnel. So, he had to figure out how to rescue them himself.
Actually, rescuing someone from the Heavenly Prison is not difficult; the difficulty lies in how to handle the aftermath. Not only can he avoid arousing suspicion among the members of the Demonic Cult, but he also cannot allow the Imperial Guards of the Palace to cause trouble for him. You must know that those people do not know that this is the Emperor's order, and they will definitely treat him as a criminal who broke out of the Heavenly Prison and hunt him down.
Another headache is how to get the rescued people out of the palace.
Lost in thought, he unknowingly arrived at the gate of the East Palace, only to be shocked by what he saw inside.
The large, fat crown prince was seen respectfully offering a cup of tea to someone seated at the head of the table.
The Crown Princess also stood to the side and bowed, but the frustration on her face was obvious, and she must have been furious.
Zuan was a little curious. The Crown Princess usually acted like a proud little hen, looking down on everyone else and thinking they were trash. How could someone make her suffer such a setback?
The man sitting in the chair was a refined middle-aged man. Although his face showed some signs of age, his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, as gentle as water, still revealed how popular he was with women in his youth.
His hair was neatly combed, with a strand of white hair mixed in between his temples. However, instead of making him look old, it added a touch of dashing charm.
At this moment, the Crown Prince said weakly, "Grand Tutor, please have some tea."
Zu An's heart skipped a beat, and he finally realized who the person in front of him was. No wonder he looked somewhat similar to the emperor.
King Qi, Zhao Jing!
At this moment, King Qi slowly spoke: "I haven't been to the Eastern Palace for a while and found that the Crown Prince has forgotten many of the rules, so I specially asked the Crown Prince to review them today. I am your teacher and also your uncle. Do you have any resentment in asking you to serve tea?"
"No, no." The fat prince's eyes darted around, clearly afraid of his uncle, and he didn't dare to refute him at all.
The Crown Princess's eyes were full of resentment, but she couldn't find a reason to refute it. She could only sulk there by herself. Seeing her husband's timid and useless appearance beside her, she became even angrier.
Witnessing this scene, Zuan had a sudden thought; it seemed that there was a solution to the problem that had been bothering him for so long.
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I'm having some writer's block. I have an outline, but I'm not entirely satisfied with the detailed one. I'm still working on refining it, which is why I'm updating late today. Sorry.
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