"Ahem," finally Hua Xiang spoke, pretending to bow down: "Long live His Majesty."
A group of officials quickly agreed, saying that they just wanted to force me away.
But since this letter is here, I won’t leave and I can’t leave.
Song Heng's face was filled with anger, and he said to Ah Fu impatiently, "Take Hua Xiang and the others away first. I'll come later."
I originally thought that we would be free once they left, but perhaps Prime Minister Hua wanted to show the officials how incompetent Song Heng was, or perhaps he wanted to test how far Song Heng could go because of me, so he actually insisted on coming upon me.
"Your Majesty, we have an important matter to discuss with you," Prime Minister Hua said, each word strong and resolute, "It concerns the war on the front lines, and time is of the essence."
Song Heng's impatience became more obvious, and I also tried hard to suppress my impatience.
Let's just put the secret letter aside for a while. How much time do you think it will take?
I smiled and said to Song Heng shyly, "Your Majesty, I, your concubine, also have something important to discuss with you. Your Majesty, would you be willing to come to my room with me so that I can tell you quietly?"
Not to mention Song Heng, I myself have goosebumps all over my body. As for those "irrelevant people", I don't want to care about them anymore.
Song Heng quickly understood what I meant and gave me a doting smile: "Of course I want to hear it. I'll take Shuang'er with me right away."
Before Hua Xiang and the others could say anything, I immediately hugged Song Heng tightly and buried my face in his arms.
Why hold it so tightly? Because it's impossible to hold it horizontally, and the letter would be stuck between us.
Why did I bury my face in Song Heng's arms? Because I felt too embarrassed to see anyone.
The last time I took the initiative to jump into Song Heng's arms, Eunuch Afu was stunned. I think these ministers are even more stunned now.
Song Heng held me with one hand and tightly wrapped the other around my waist. Fortunately, he directly chose the nearest room, raised his foot to slam the door shut, and then put me safely on the bed.
Lying on the bed, I felt relieved and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but his eyes were still fixed on me.
"Your Majesty, the 'irrelevant personnel' are no longer here." I pretended to push him.
He slowly stood up and whispered, "Thank you, Shuang'er."
He raised his hand, picked up the wrinkled letter and walked to the candlestick beside him. In an instant, the golden flames engulfed the paper and turned it into ashes.
Song Heng said to me in a gentle voice: "Whatever you want to do, go ahead and I'll go meet them."
I lay in bed and yawned. It would be nice to take a nap.
When he reached the door, he turned to me and said, "The cherries Shuang'er picked are delicious."
I was stunned for a moment and then smiled at him. Suddenly I noticed that his clothes were disheveled on his chest and pointed at it and said, "Your Majesty, your clothes."
He looked down and laughed instead: "They all saw it just now, this is nothing."
After saying this, he strode out of the room, really looking like a "tyrant" who was "obsessed with beauty and ignored state affairs."
But this "tyrant" carefully helped me close the door before leaving.
I fell into a deep sleep with the sudden sound of cicadas outside the window as my pillow.
When Song Heng arrived at a palace, he saw a group of officials standing in three rows according to their official ranks with complicated expressions.
As soon as Song Heng sat down in the high hall, Prime Minister Hua knelt down with a look of grief on his face and said straight to the point: "Your Majesty, a traitor has appeared in Prince Yu's camp ahead. He has caused our army to fail three night attacks and lose hundreds of elite soldiers!"
Hua Xiang's eyes were always fixed on Song Heng's expression. He wanted to judge whether Song Heng was already aware of this matter.
Song Heng frowned: "Prince Yu? Traitor? When did it happen?"
Song Heng sneered in his heart as he looked at the man kneeling on the ground. He had previously wanted to use the traitor to kill Song Yu on the battlefield and then use this to shake his throne; now he wanted to use the name of the dead to make use of his last bit of energy?
Prime Minister Hua bowed and said, "Your Majesty, just a few days ago, there should have been a mention in the memorial..."
The tone was extremely fearful, and the content was indeed explicitly and implicitly accusing Song Heng of ignoring state affairs and not reading the memorials.
"Oh," Song Heng pretended to be annoyed, but without any regret, "I was negligent. Now that the traitor has been found, let's put this matter to rest. My dear ministers, you can all go back now that you are alright."
"Your Majesty!" Prime Minister Hua was heartbroken. "I boldly request that Prince Yu be temporarily dismissed from his position as general."
"Prince Yu's violent past is well known in the capital, and now a traitor has been discovered in his camp," Prime Minister Hua continued. "This war is urgent and cannot be taken lightly. If Prince Yu is not punished, it will be difficult to restore military prestige and morale."
In fact, Song Yu had a very good relationship with the generals, and his courage and bravery in the battlefield made countless soldiers look up to him. Moreover, it was Song Yu who found the traitor.
This time, Prime Minister Hua pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and he even deliberately came up with a high-sounding but actually unreasonable reason to put Song Heng in a difficult position.
Either Song Yu's military power would be taken away; or Song Heng would be labeled as "protecting and favoring his brothers and treating war as a joke."
But he overlooked one point: Song Heng no longer cared about any title this time.
Song Heng looked at Prime Minister Hua with sharp eyes. With a smile on his face, he suddenly asked some questions that confused the other officials: "Does this traitor have a family? What is his background? If so, punishing the entire clan would be a better way to boost morale. What do you think, Prime Minister Hua?"
Hua Xiang's heart skipped a beat. Song Heng's previous behavior clearly showed that he was completely clueless, but this questioning made Hua Xiang feel a little nervous.
He raised his eyes to look at the person sitting on the high throne. Song Heng's ink-black eyes seemed to have a hint of smile in them as he stared at him straight in the eyes.
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