Chapter 402: The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (13)
The morning light shone through the carved window lattices onto Qingwu's body, reflecting a cold light on her gradually tightened jade crown.
Qing Wu casually adjusted his sleeves, and then turned back into that 'little prince'——
The new emperor of the Daning Dynasty.
......
The morning mist was like a veil, shrouding the eaves of Longming Palace in a hazy atmosphere.
Wen Xingzhi stood with his hands behind his back in front of the white marble steps outside the hall. The golden lines of sea water and river cliffs on his wide crimson sleeves rose and fell slightly with his movements, like a hidden turbulent sea.
He lowered his eyes to look at the black jade ring turning in his hand, with his signature calm smile always hanging on the corner of his mouth, but it did not reach his eyes.
The copper crane incense burner outside the hall emitted a wisp of ambergris, which intertwined with the faint scent of orchid on his body and permeated the silence.
He just stood there motionless, like a sculpture, making it impossible to see his expression, let alone his inner thoughts.
The maids serving beside him dared not even breathe, and could only raise their eyes secretly and look carefully at the prime minister who had all the power in the court.
The maids' eyes wandered over him, trying to catch some clues from his subtle expressions and movements.
When they saw that Wen's behavior was the same as usual, a big stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.
Everyone here was arranged by He Liming in advance.
The personal maids will eventually discover Qingwu's identity, so it is better to arrange it from the beginning so that if anything happens, they can report it to He Liming in time.
Especially when He Liming is not around.
When they heard Xingzhi's arrival, the maids felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They did not dare to relax at all and their nerves were tense to the extreme.
The act of a woman disguising herself as a man is itself a heinous crime, and the consequences would be disastrous if discovered.
Although no one dared to pry into He Liming's true thoughts, they all knew the interests involved.
If Wen Xingzhi knew about this, it was still unknown what the masters would do, but they, the slaves, would certainly not be able to escape the blame and might even lose their lives.
Fortunately, judging from Wen Xingzhi's expression, he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
Otherwise, given Prime Minister Wen's power and character, he would have made this matter public and held Your Majesty accountable long ago.
Although there was no explicit stipulation that princesses could not inherit the throne, under such political circumstances, the power of the court was firmly controlled by Prime Minister Wen and General Chi.
If the two of them disagree, wouldn't this be a perfect excuse to make a big fuss about?
Thinking of this, everyone felt a little relieved. It seemed that Wen Xingzhi hadn't noticed. The maids exchanged glances and quickly walked into the hall to help Qingwu wash up.
Wen Xingzhi's gaze suddenly swept across the gap in the palace door. At that moment, the maids felt as if the blood in their bodies was about to solidify and their heartbeats suddenly accelerated.
However, Wen Xingzhi did not take any further action. He just chuckled, then reached out and gently stroked the exquisite carvings on the door frame. His movements were as elegant as if he was appreciating a rare treasure.
"The carvings in Longming Palace are becoming more and more exquisite."
His voice was clear, like the gurgling of running water, yet it carried a certain nonchalance, as if it were just a casual remark.
But the chill in those words was like a gust of cold wind, causing the maids to shiver involuntarily. They didn't know why Prime Minister Wen would suddenly comment on the carving work of Longming Palace, even though they had never cared about such trivial matters before.
Indeed, in order to make Qingwu live more comfortably, He Liming refined Longming Palace in a short period of time.
Wen Xingzhi's face was extremely calm, like a pool of still water, without the slightest ripple.
But beneath his seemingly calm appearance, his thoughts were surging like turbulent waves.
He couldn't help but think that since He Liming knew from the beginning that Qingwu was a little princess...
Then these maids must have known it too.
...Did he find out about this only later?
No one knew that the mind of the bright and clear-headed Prime Minister Wen was now filled with dissatisfaction that he lagged behind others in knowing this matter.
With hidden jealousy.
At this moment, the palace door slowly opened, and Qingwu, who had washed and dressed, walked out of the palace.
Upon seeing this, Wen Xingzhi immediately retracted the sharpness in his eyes, and his smile became gentle as jade again, as if the storm in his heart just now had never existed.
He bowed slightly, his gesture graceful, "Your Majesty, it is time to learn the art of governing a country."
The voice is gentle and low, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, making you feel extremely comfortable.
Wen Xingzhi's gaze naturally fell on Qing Wu. She was wearing a moon-white gold brocade robe, and a white jade hair crown tied up her cloud-like black hair high. A few strands of hair fell from her forehead and naturally fell by her ears like flowing clouds.
The deliberately wide sleeves hung down like flowing clouds, and the jade belt was tied loosely around his waist, which really gave him the lazy look of a young man.
But in Wen Xingzhi's eyes now, she looks like a slender girl.
Wen Xingzhi's expression was serious, but his eyes couldn't help but trace the outline of the person in front of him.
The place that should have been a soft curve is now tightly bound by the bra and forced into a straight line.
But Wen Xingzhi discovered——
He actually remembered all the arcs clearly.
Wen Xingzhi couldn't help but sigh that it was such a waste of talent to cover up such beauty so crudely.
If you sit on the throne, you will face countless attacks from all directions.
Even if he doesn't take action, there is still Chi Yunjian.
The princes of the Ning Dynasty will die sooner or later.
Originally, Wen Xingzhi thought it would be harmless to let 'him' sit on the throne temporarily.
But if such a weak little princess...
He Liming is really ambitious!
Such a delicate princess should have stayed in a beautiful palace, been treated with dignity and pampered, and stayed away from the disputes and dangers of this world.
But Qingwu walked out of the cold palace and stepped into the most turbulent court.
What can a girl who knows nothing and grew up in the cold palace do?
She is weak and pitiful.
But Qingwu's calm eyes now reminded him of the white plum blossoms wet by the rain in the misty rain of Jiangnan, revealing a hint of stubbornness in her weakness.
Although weak, she has her own persistence.
"Prime Minister?" Qing Wu's slightly doubtful voice interrupted Wen Xingzhi's thoughts.
Wen Xingzhi came back to his senses and realized that he had been distracted frequently because of a woman.
and......
Even someone with a heart as cold and hard as iron like him would feel a little distressed when facing Qing Wu.
This feeling was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous signal to him.
Wen Xingzhi, who had always been restrained, immediately sounded the alarm.
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