"What? Ten years!" Qiao Zhen couldn't help but raise her voice. Ten years was too long. She didn't have that much youth to waste with the little emperor.
"No way!" she retorted firmly. "Yi Chen, it's fine if you want to secretly train assassins, but you can also start from other aspects, such as stealing a tiger tally or something, or causing Shen Zhao's psychological collapse. Wouldn't that be better?"
Qiao Zhen looked at the young emperor with a meaningful expression.
Shen Lan asked with great interest, "Psychologically?"
Qiao Zhen sat cross-legged on the soft couch, patted the spot next to her, and said, "Come sit here and let your sister tell you the whole story." She raised an eyebrow.
Shen Lan found Qiao Zhen quite interesting, so she walked over and sat down next to Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen winked at Shen Lan, looking like a goofball, "Think about it, Shen Zhao is going to marry Cheng Yao'er recently, but I know some things you don't. For example, Cheng Yao'er actually hates Shen Zhao for being disfigured, and it wasn't Cheng Yao'er who rescued Shen Zhao. If I'm not mistaken, Cheng Yao'er is willing to marry that ugly monster Shen Zhao for the power he holds, the power to dominate the court."
She paused here, and Shen Lan gestured for her to continue. "But if I manage to steal the military tally and the tiger tally for you, then you'll have a powerful fist to fight against Shen Zhao, and even trample him underfoot. At that time, he will no longer be the all-powerful regent, and Cheng Yao'er will certainly not be willing to follow him. Based on my speculation, Cheng Yao'er might come to you crying and saying that she married Shen Zhao to repay his life-saving grace."
"Then we'll devise a plan to make Shen Zhao see Cheng Yao'er's true colors. The person he's been so loyal to has betrayed him. Shen Zhao will definitely be devastated. At that point, how will his remaining followers fight against you?"
Qiao Zhen's eyes flashed with a sinister light, but she quickly concealed it.
Shen Lan lowered her eyelids, carefully considering her words before asking, "You hate the Regent?"
"I hate it! And Cheng Yao'er too." Qiao Zhen looked at Shen Lan's exquisitely handsome face. "Shen Zhao actually disfigured Cheng Yao'er's face to save her. Do you know how handsome Shen Zhao was before he was disfigured? His smile was like a spring breeze, even more handsome than you are now. And now? Ugh—"
She dragged out her disdainful tone.
Shen Lan couldn't help but ask, "How is it now?"
Since Shen Zhao was disfigured, she has always worn a mask when she goes out, so no one outside has ever seen her.
Qiao Zhen gestured with his thumb and forefinger to indicate a length of two inches. "The scar is about this long, from his eye to the corner of his mouth. There are also tiny, dense, centipede-like legs between the scar and the skin. There are also burns on his right cheek, and the skin hasn't fully recovered. It looks like there's pus underneath. In short, it's horrifying."
She was furious whenever she thought about how Shen Zhao's handsome face had been ruined because of another woman!
Shen Lan also showed a look of disgust. After all, he was just a powerless little emperor. Even if he pretended to be mature and composed, he would reveal his true feelings when it came to things that interested him. He said disdainfully, "To ruin your face for a woman, how stupid."
It's one thing for Qiao Zhen to dislike Shen Zhao, but it's quite another for Shen Lan to dislike him. No matter how bad Shen Zhao is, he's still her lover, so she spoke up for him: "It's not stupid to ruin your face for a woman, but it's stupid to ruin your face for a woman who's hypocritical towards you. Think about it, if Cheng Yao'er is devoted to Shen Zhao, then Shen Zhao is trading his face for a wife who will spend the rest of his life with him. Do you think it's worth it?"
“It’s worth it.” Shen Lan pondered, seizing the loophole in Qiao Zhen’s words, and continued to belittle Shen Zhao, “But Cheng Yao’er is a hypocritical woman, and the Regent is a fool.”
Qiao Zhen was persuaded by Shen Lan, and she couldn't help but despise Shen Zhao, "That's right, he's just stupid! Such a handsome face, what a pity."
Shen Lan tilted her head and looked at Qiao Zhen, "Do you like any pretty face?"
Qiao Zhen shook her head. "I wouldn't like a face that represents true love. If a man has a very handsome face, I would like him a lot, but if that man was disfigured for me, I would still like him. It's just that the former I like his handsome face, while the latter I like him as a person."
Xiao Ling: [Host, alarm! Shen Zhao is heading towards your room, 130 meters, 129 meters, 128 meters...]
Qiao Zhen: [Shut up.]
"Yi Chen, I'll come again tomorrow." After saying that, she jumped up and went back to where she came from.
Qiao Zhen left in such a hurry that she didn't even notice the pebbles falling off her. Shen Lan picked up the seemingly ordinary stone, examined it for a long time, and finally concluded that it was just an ordinary stone.
Qiao Zhen secretly picked up the stone when she passed by the Imperial Garden. In case anything she had done caused a disturbance and attracted the patrolling guards, she would throw the stone to distract them and increase her chances of escaping.
Working together, Qiao Zhen rushed back to the Regent's Palace. She hurriedly took off her night clothes and stuffed them into the bottom of the closet. A layer of sweat had accumulated on Qiao Zhen's back. She opened the window to let the cold wind in, dissipating the heat from her body and the sweat from her forehead.
At that moment, Shen Zhao was standing at the door of Qiao Zhen's bedroom, his reflection still visible on the door.
Qiao Zhen carefully closed the window, afraid of making a sound, and crawled into the cold blankets. She had just gone out and hadn't slept in bed at all; the blankets were ice-cold. If Shen Zhao had a brain fart, wouldn't she give herself away?
About five minutes later, Shen Zhao was still standing at the door without moving, and Qiao Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Zhen, feeling the warm comfort of the bed, lifted the covers and pretended to go get some water, feigning an accidental glance at her reflection in the door. She deliberately lowered her voice, slightly hoarse, and asked, "Who is it?"
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