When the emperor was angry, millions of people died and most of the loyal ministers were wrongly imprisoned. There was always unrest in the court, and no one knew whether he would be the next person to be imprisoned.

Countless loyal ministers and good generals felt disappointed with the emperor, and some even died on the spot, asking the emperor to be close to virtuous ministers and stay away from villains.

However, the emperor regarded everyone as traitors and thought that everyone was plotting against his throne, and he would not tolerate anyone else saying anything.

Soon, the voices of loyal ministers became fewer and fewer, treacherous ministers were in power in the court, and the common people suffered terribly.

Chu Xuan saw all of this, and he was very curious about the reason why Zhang Xuanlin did this.

In the past, Zhang Xuanlin was an extremely low-key person in the Shangshufang. Why did he suddenly stand up and become an enemy of the court officials?

Although he was confused, Chu Xuan finally chose to wait and see. He didn't want to expose himself too early before figuring out the intention.

Zhang Xuanlin sat on the second floor of the Fulai Restaurant in Beijing, watching people coming and going on the street.

Jingzhao Yin Zhang Fude walked to the table with a smug and fawning look on his face, and personally poured wine for Zhang Xuanlin: "Master Zhang, you are in a good mood. Why do you want to drink here?"

By now, everyone in the capital knew that Grand Tutor Zhang Xuanlin had become a favorite of the emperor, and all officials impeached by him were imprisoned by the emperor.

Now, those in the court who usually like to monopolize the market are trying their best to establish a relationship with Zhang Xuanlin, and Zhang Fude is no exception.

Zhang Xuanlin didn't even raise his head, showing no intention of paying any attention to Zhang Fude.

Zhang Fude was in a bad mood, but how could he miss such a good opportunity? He sat down shamelessly.

"Mr. Zhang's actions in the court in recent days are truly impressive. He understands the emperor's will and has eliminated those tumors for your majesty. As the prefect of Jingzhao, I am truly grateful."

As he spoke, he took out a box from his arms and placed it in front of Zhang Xuanlin, saying with a double meaning: "In order to reward Lord Zhang, I have prepared a small gift. Lord Zhang, please accept it."

Gift? Zhang Xuanlin opened the box expressionlessly, revealing several land deeds and banknotes.

Zhang Fude’s purpose was too obvious. Who would use land deeds and silver notes to reward their subordinates?

Zhang Xuanlin looked at it with disdain, snapped the box shut and pushed it back to Zhang Fude.

"Your Excellency, please don't waste your time. I am not interested in this. What is coming will come. Your Excellency should go back and wait patiently."

"You! Zhang Xuanlin, what do you mean?"

Zhang Xuanlin snorted and laughed, then stood up and walked away leisurely, saying as he walked: "It means that the prefect, you better pray for the best."

At the morning court the next day, Zhang Xuanlin sued Zhang Fude, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, for disregarding human lives, embezzling people's land, and accepting bribes, and he produced the account book of Zhang Fude's bribes.

The evidence was irrefutable and Zhang Fude was left with no room for explanation. The emperor issued an order on the spot to arrest the man and interrogate him strictly.

Since then, Zhang Xuanlin's actions have become even more puzzling.

If you say he was on the side of corrupt officials, he arrested Zhang Fude. If you say he wanted to clean up the court, he was the one who sent those innocent loyal ministers to prison.

No one knew what Zhang Xuanlin was going to do. Gradually, no one dared to contact Zhang Xuanlin casually. From then on, he really lived his life as a lone minister.

But soon, everyone discovered something strange.

There has been heavy snow in Beijing in recent days, and the situation is even worse in several surrounding counties and cities. The heavy snow has caused many houses to collapse, and the people have been displaced and have nowhere to go due to the cold weather.

Chu Xuan once submitted a memorial to the emperor, requesting that charity halls be built in various places to temporarily accommodate these refugees. However, it was used by some people with ulterior motives to seek benefits. All the money for disaster relief went into the hands of corrupt officials, and only a few were actually used to build charity halls.

The Jishan Hall was repaired, but due to shoddy work, it collapsed again due to heavy snow.

At the morning court that day, Chu Xuan brought up the matter again. The collapse of Jishan Hall was undoubtedly a slap in the face of those in power.

When the emperor first heard the news, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he looked at Chu Xuan with extreme impatience.

"Why did the Jishan Hall collapse for no reason? Chu Xuan, did you do something to it again?"

Chu Xuan frowned. The emperor's suspicion had reached an irredeemable point. If it wasn't related to the lives of the people, he really didn't want to jump out and cause trouble for himself.

After the emperor finished speaking, the ministers in the hall began to whisper to each other, looking at Chu Xuan with inquiring eyes.

At this time, Zhang Xuanlin stood up and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, the construction of the Jishan Hall in the disaster-stricken area is a petition for the people. Your Highness Ye Wang cares about the people. I believe that Your Highness will never do anything that harms the people. As for the collapse of the Jishan Hall, I am afraid there are other reasons. Please understand, Your Majesty."

As soon as Zhang Xuanlin said this, the ministers all looked different. This man usually kept to himself and looked like he disdained to associate with others, so why did he suddenly speak for the Night King this time?

Could it be that he is on the side of the Night King?

Sure enough, the emperor believed Zhang Xuanlin's words and stopped blaming Chu Xuan. Instead, he asked him to take people to supervise the repair of Jishan Hall in person.

Many people saw some clues from this and went to look for Chu Xuan privately, trying to find out whether Zhang Xuanlin had become his man.

In response, Chu Xuan acted even more ignorant than them. He knew nothing about anything. The corrupt officials just thought Chu Xuan was keeping his mouth shut and left with little interest.

However, Chu Xuan really did not lie, and he didn't know why Zhang Xuanlin did this.

Night Palace.

Chu Xuan sat in the study with a frown on his face. He thought over and over again but still couldn't understand Zhang Xuanlin's intention.

Lu Yanluo casually held the notebook and sat aside, drinking tea, looking up at Chu Xuan from time to time.

[Thank goodness, it's really not easy to be the emperor's son. I have been thinking hard every day. It's really taxing on my brain.]

Chu Xuan's thoughts were disrupted, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He stood up and squeezed next to Lu Yanluo to read the storybook with her.

"What are you doing? Have you figured out what happened to Zhang Xuanlin?" Lu Yanluo took the script aside with some disgust and didn't want to show it to Chu Xuan.

"Don't think about it. I'm not a worm in his stomach, so how can I know what he is going to do." Chu Xuan snatched the script and hugged Lu Yanluo, reading it with great interest.

He decided to just throw the jar into the air. Anyway, there was no threat to the Night King's Palace now, so he decided to just wait and see what happened.

Lu Yanluo smiled, picked up the teapot and added a glass of water to herself, and then poured a cup for Chu Xuan.

"Although I'm not a worm in his stomach, I do know some things about Zhang Xuanlin." Lu Yanluo began to keep the secret.

Chu Xuan's eager-to-hear look quickly pleased her. Lu Yanluo cleared her throat and began to tell the story.