Chapter 2045 Imperial Uncle, the World is Now in My Hands (34 pages)
Duke Anguo's face lit up with joy, but then he saw Si Jin looking troubled.
The young man propped his head up, his long, well-defined eyebrows furrowed deeply. After hesitating for a long time, he whispered, "But I demoted him three years ago. Doesn't he hate me?"
"Your Majesty, how can brothers hold a grudge overnight?"
"Besides, you are now the emperor. Summoning him back to the capital is merely a favor. He will be grateful and kowtow in thanks."
Duke Anguo lowered his head, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Seeing that Si Jin was still hesitant, he continued to persuade him: "I have heard that Your Highness has some feelings for the Holy Maiden of the Northern Barbarian tribe in Bingzhou. Summer is approaching and it is time for the Northern Barbarians to pay their annual tribute. Why not summon them back to the capital together, so that Your Majesty can verify it personally?"
"Is that so?" Si Jin nodded, glanced at the sky outside, and then, as if he had encountered some urgent matter, readily agreed: "Then let's do it that way. We still need to rely on the Duke to share my burdens."
"Alright, I've said all that. Now you can go."
"……yes."
As he stepped out the door, Duke Anguo was still wondering what Si Jin was afraid of.
But as soon as he stepped out the door, he bumped into the regent coming towards him.
He tried to bow his head and greet Shen Linyuan, but Shen Linyuan didn't even glance at him before walking straight into the hall and closing the door.
The next moment, the emperor's helpless cries, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs overturning, rang out violently.
"Tsk tsk." Duke Anguo clicked his tongue a few times, left the palace in a pleasant mood, and relaxed his vigilance towards Si Jin a little.
Nangong Sijin was far smarter than the eldest prince. He originally thought he wouldn't be so easily fooled, but it was all thanks to Shen Linyuan's lust that he lost his mind and committed treason.
Once he summons the eldest prince back to the palace, he will falsely accuse Shen Linyuan of colluding with the Western Yi tribe. After bringing down Shen Linyuan, he can then kill Si Jin without restraint and install the eldest prince as emperor.
Imperial power will eventually fall into his hands.
Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Shen Linyuan pull Si Jin back into his arms and continue his mischievous antics.
When she's too fierce, Jinjin will cry, her eyes turning red, like a rabbit that's been cornered.
Although it looks good, it still makes me feel sorry for it.
Fortunately, he had plenty of patience and time today to accompany his young emperor in reviewing memorials and petitions.
The brush pen is different from the fountain pen in the previous dimension; writing with it requires more attention to detail.
The grinding process alone takes half a day.
The five-finger pen-holding method emphasizes pressing, pushing, hooking, supporting, and resisting, sometimes resting the wrist, sometimes suspending the bowl, and replying to every memorial in great detail.
The pen tip landed on the paper like a soft cat's paw, and Jinjin would let out a muffled groan like a cat.
A huge stack of memorials were reviewed by Shen Linyuan without tiring, and he even asked about the purpose of the Duke of Anguo's memorials.
After getting the answer, he continued, "So, do you want to kill me?"
"Kill...who..."
"Your imperial brother."
“Kill, but…not…not on the road, Imperial Uncle, Imperial Uncle.” Si Jin couldn’t hold back any longer, and the last syllable of his words trembled.
She simply shoved the pen out of his hand, her eyes red, and said, "I'll kill him when he returns to the palace. I'll kill him myself!"
"Could we... not look at the memorials now?"
The young emperor raised his hand and pointed to the room. Shen Linyuan thought he was about to say something to beg for mercy, but Si Jin leaned close to his ear and said, "If you do this, it will make me suspect that you haven't eaten for three days since you came... um..."
Shen Linyuan simply stood up, thinking that he had read more than half of the memorials and was not in a hurry.
As I was leaving, I inadvertently caught sight of the fine wolf-hair brushes on the brush holder that I hadn't yet used, and my gaze gradually deepened.
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