The little princess didn't understand what romantic love between men and women meant, and simply said based on her own preferences, "Of course it's you. You're beautiful and have a good temper."
Lu Jing was instantly delighted and said smugly to Lu Huai, "See? She has no choice but to follow you. She genuinely likes me."
Lu Huai remained expressionless, showing no sign of anger.
In his mind, the princess was Qi Huang's person, so she was his enemy. Who would like their enemy?
Nanzhi's wound wasn't very serious; she was able to get out of bed and eat by herself.
Lu Huai still had some conscience and moved her to a more comfortable room.
During the meal, Lian'er suddenly said to her, "Princess, I think I heard outside that the Prime Minister sent people to collect the bodies of the assassins. There were even survivors among them, who are now being held in the dungeon of the mansion. Princess, who do you think the assassins were?"
Upon hearing this news, Nan Zhi tightened her grip on her chopsticks.
News of the assassination attempt on the Prime Minister had already spread throughout the capital.
The next day, when Lu Huai had not yet arrived at court, there was already much discussion in the hall.
I gave an awkward laugh to hide my guilty conscience. "I did go, but he handled it himself. I suspect him."
Now that Nanzhi's power is too weak, Lu Huai wants to break ties with Nanzhi in public.
But I'm too willing to part with such a big, ugly pet.
Lu Jing smiled faintly, "Lian'er, does he think being a princess is bad?"
In order to deal with Nan Zhi, Lu Huai once tried to win over those minor officials to fight against me.
Emperor Qi was pleased, but I only had a short time to control my body. Since I had stopped Xue Xin, I could only gamble on it.
"How could that be? The Prime Minister is a pillar of the nation; you all depend on him."
The courtiers who rushed down to fawn over him were immediately embarrassed and quickly offered excuses and explanations.
Lu Jing burned the letter, released the bird, and then sat silently on the candlestick, remaining unresponsive for a long time.
However, none of the people outside had any leverage over Xue Xin. Nan Zhi was ruthless, and Lu Huai was old and less suspicious. All the people who cooperated with me died for various reasons.
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Xue Xin looked up at Lu Huai, who was walking out from inside.
Since there was no immediate solution, Xue Xin could only secretly send someone to contact Lu Jing and ask him to come up with a solution.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
A voice outside your head yawned, "I'm so sleepy. You've been keeping him company all night. You should go to sleep now."
Standing on the eaves, Nanzhi saw a different scene.
But when they saw Lu Huai enter the Golden Palace in his official robes, those ministers who wished him dead rushed up to greet him and inquire about his well-being.
Why are you going?
With just that one sentence, Yu Mian's entire identity was revealed: the assassin that day was sent by Xue Xin.
Did you go...?
I slept too much, so I won't have the energy to see my big pet later.
Lu Jing's eyes were dim, and you slumped forlornly under the table, your once bright eyes now filled with sorrow.
In reality, by the time the pigeons flew away from the Prime Minister's residence, no one had yet informed Nanzhi.
Is the princess distressed?
I sat on the candlestick, leisurely wiping the longsword. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light, reflecting my face, which was half fiery and half alluring.
A warning bell rang in Lu Huai's mind: Did he know whether Nan Zhi was bluffing him or if it was really true?
"Yes, yes, you all hope that the Prime Minister will live to be a hundred years old."
A voice outside the brain chuckled bitterly: "Haha, you win. Whether you went or not, you have complete control of your body tonight."
When they learned that Lu Huai was completely unharmed, they all sighed in disappointment.
Nan Zhi was certain that Xue Xin would go.
The prison guards are lax tonight; they're just waiting for Lu Jing.
Ah, you're thinking of writing a tragic ending again. You want to kill off the male lead. You think about it in every different world, what if that world actually happened? (?????)
You took the money back, picked up a rolled-up piece of paper from under the pigeon's leg, unfolded it, and saw a sentence.
Lu Huai sat on the dragon throne and slightly raised his hand: "My beloved ministers, rise."
Nan Zhi quickly twirled those words in her mind, a hint of understanding flashing in her deep eyes.
Before the meeting adjourned, Lu Huai was clearly flustered.
Lu Jing wanted to go out all day. Lian'er noticed that you were in a bad mood, so she asked you.
My expression was intense, as if I knew perfectly well that Lu Huai wanted to kill me, and I led all the officials to kneel down.
Lu Huai was certain that even if Lu Jing knew it was me, he would still let it go, since Consort Mei was still outside the palace.
Nanzhi means to speak, and that means to agree.
"Nanzhi, you bet you'll go. If you lose, he can kill you however he wants. If you win, by tomorrow night, you'll have complete control over your body."
Lu Huai slowly raised his eyes to look at them, his tone gentle: "Why are you worried that I am still dead?"
Find a way to kill the captured assassin.
Therefore, we dared not cooperate with Lu Huai again, and could only pray that Nan Zhi would die quickly while showing me our evil intentions.
To show that he cared about Nanzhi, Lu Huai had someone send a report, and he first inquired about my situation.
“But you would rather be a special man, at least you won’t have your parents’ love.”
"I heard the Prime Minister was assassinated yesterday. Was he injured?"
The next day, as dawn broke and the candle in the room was still burning, Nanzhi sat by the window and hurriedly looked up at the rapidly setting sun in the east.
"Has this minister not been caught yet?"
Naturally, they care about my bet.
Nan Zhi did not answer, but continued to wipe the blade with an expressionless face.
Lu Huai's expression immediately turned serious. Although my scouts reported that there were no survivors, I was still worried that Nan Zhi had really been captured.
Xue Xin didn't leave the house at all that night.
"cannot."
Qi Huang looked at the sword in my hand and knew what Nan Zhi meant: as long as Xue Xin dared to go, I would dare to kill her.
"He's been caught," Nan Zhi said gently. "He's being held in the Prime Minister's residence. Would Your Majesty like to go and see him?"
Nanzhi might actually follow the clues and find out it's me.
A voice outside my head mocked: "Those people are as wicked as dogs with their tails between their legs... Tsk, the dog emperor has arrived."
I sent my spies to investigate, and sure enough, they found that Nan Zhi had been found alive outside the body.
The voice outside my head seemed unconcerned: "He said you might actually go to the dungeon to help the old emperor kill people, right?"
A white dove flew silently back to the Prime Minister's residence in the night and landed at Lu Jing's window.
"Xue Xin, if he really catches you, don't kill you yet. Let him toy with you for a few days before killing you, okay?"
When he learned that I was alright, I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "It would be bad if something happened to you, my dear minister."
The guards who were pretending to be assassins sent by Xue Xin slept on the ground outside the dungeon for a night, but they had to be on high alert at all times, fearing that Lu Jing would come. I even slept with a stiff neck, and Lu Jing still showed up.
Seeing Xue Xin's worried expression, Nan Zhi suddenly asked abruptly, "Is Your Majesty asking if I haven't captured any live assassins?"
"Yes, we were just talking about it, we were worried about the Prime Minister."
"Oh no, being a princess doesn't mean living a life of luxury; you'll be worrying about food and clothing..."
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