For a moment, the people on the prime minister's side had red eyes from anger.

This good and lucrative job was taken away by Zhao Ji.

Although the emperor had left the court, he still secretly summoned Zhao Ji to his study.

What he asked about over and over again was nothing more than the guard situation in the palace.

It seems that the emperor was really scared after this incident.

"I don't trust anyone else to deal with the people of the Grassland Clan, so you are in charge. It doesn't matter whether this person is dead or alive. The most important thing is to eliminate the trouble forever!"

The emperor instructed Zhao Ji with a tired look on his face.

Zhao Ji guessed that the emperor didn't want to see that group of people now.

After all, once you see it, you will definitely remember the time when you were strangled and held hostage.

Such a shameful experience is probably something that the emperor would never want to recall in his entire life.

Zhao Ji was not in a hurry when he got such an important task. He just wanted to put all these people in jail first.

Now that the entire grassland tribe has been wiped out, there is actually no need to interrogate them.

It's nothing more than asking whether there are any troops hidden somewhere else.

The criminal officers in the prison will do these small things themselves.

Zhao Ji was going to another place.

Nuan Yuxiang Pavilion, but the beauty inside is uneasy.

Although she didn't know the core plan, she could still hear the noise outside the palace.

Especially those black-clad men from the grassland, who would mutter a few words uncomfortably when passing by the palace.

That is a unique language from the grassland.

The sound coming from this deep space itself represents a dangerous signal.

Princess Hu Rou was not so naive as to think that it was her relatives from the envoy delegation who came to see her.

However, the sound of the grassland became increasingly distant, and was replaced by the sound of another kind of war.

At this time, Princess Hu Rou could no longer tell which voices came from which direction, nor could she tell which were the voices from her hometown and which were the voices from the palace.

The only thing she could do now was to wait quietly for the person who would knock on the door of her palace.

It could be the Third Prince, or any soldier from the grassland, or it could be the Emperor's man.

But Princess Hu Rou never expected that the person who finally opened the door for her was Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji walked in slowly. The moment Princess Hu Rou saw Zhao Ji's face, she felt like a ball that had lost its strength. She could no longer sit straight in front of the dressing table and look out the window.

She slumped in the chair, her almond-shaped eyes filled with Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji smiled, playing with a fan in his hand: "Princess, I think you know why I came to you, and you should also know what my coming to you means!"

With tears in her eyes, Hu Rou suddenly pulled out a sharp hairpin from her head.

"The pearl of the grassland will never be humiliated!" At that moment, Hu Rou wanted to stick the hairpin into her throat.

It was Zhao Ji who was quick-witted and quick-handed. He strode forward and snatched the hairpin.

"Princess, why are you so upset?"

Hu Rou felt weak all over, and she leaned against Zhao Ji's arms: "Your coming here naturally proves that the Third Prince has failed. Rather than being captured by you and humiliated, I might as well commit suicide now, just for the sake of it..."

Zhao Ji smiled slightly: "I didn't expect the princess to be such a fearless person. She's not afraid of death?"

The thought of death is actually just a matter of energy. Now Hu Rou was angry because Zhao Ji had burst her thoughts.

I no longer have the courage I had just now.

However, Hu Rou didn't know what to do for a moment, and her eyes were very confused.

Zhao Ji even told Hu Rou the news that a group of grassland countries had been destroyed.

Hu Rou’s face turned pale and she became increasingly unsteady.

Zhao Ji told Hu Rou these things not to provoke her, but the sooner she knew the facts, the better, so as to avoid being pointed out by others in the future and suffering the heartbreaking pain again.

"What should I do? I can't go back to the grassland... That dog emperor will definitely not favor me anymore... There are too many ways to kill people in this harem, how can I avoid them?"

The more she thought about it, the more she collapsed. Hu Rou simply knelt on the ground and covered her face and cried.

Zhao Ji sighed and lifted Hu Rou's chin with his fan: "It's not nice to see a beauty like this crying. I haven't bullied you much, but you're crying so hard!"

Hu Rou cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, and looked at Zhao Ji with tearful eyes.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "The Emperor has asked me to handle this matter. I thought, if a beauty like you dies and her soul is scattered, wouldn't it be a great pity in the world?"

At this point, Zhao Ji deliberately leaned close to Hu Rou's ear and whispered, "Besides, Princess Hu Rou naturally doesn't know what those men are planning, and they don't give you any benefit in their plans. Now that they have failed, they will implicate you and make you bear the blame, or even make you lose your life!"

Hu Rou's crying became quieter and quieter, and slowly she stopped crying. To be honest, every word Zhao Ji said was precisely designed to dispel the murderous intent in Hu Rou's heart.

Finally, Hu Rou pondered for a moment, looked at Zhao Ji and said, "If I don't die, this world is so big, isn't it the king's land? Where can I go? Which place is willing to take in someone like me?"

Zhao Ji's smile deepened, and he gently brushed away the broken hair on Hu Rou's face. He only heard Zhao Ji say: "From now on, there will be one less Consort De in the palace, but I will have one more maid named Furong in my mansion."

These words were so obvious that Hu Rou was actually stunned.

She never expected that Zhao Ji actually prepared a way out for her. Could it be because of that night of love?

With tears in her eyes, Hu Rou bowed deeply to Zhao Ji. Her face was no longer as protective as before, and her temperament was not as flamboyant as before.

She spoke in a serious and gentle manner, which actually had some of the flavor of a Jiangnan woman.

"Fleur is willing."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Ji smiled faintly, and soon a fire broke out in the palace where Concubine De was staying.

There was only a corpse with an unrecognizable face in the burned palace. Zhao Ji named this person Defei and buried her casually in a desolate mountain as a way of dealing with the emperor.

The emperor actually didn't want to get involved in these matters at all, so when Zhao Ji came to report, the emperor just went through the motions and said a few words.

It's nothing more than words like beauty is envied by heaven and being born at the wrong time.

What no one knew at this time was that there was a palace maid dressed in simple maid's clothes, holding a waist badge of Zhao Ji in her hand, and waving it in front of the young eunuch guarding the palace gate.

The young eunuch had naturally seen good things and knew very well what this waist badge meant.

So he sent the woman away with a smile.

When Furong arrived at Zhao Ji's mansion, she officially settled there. She didn't make a fuss and really treated herself as a maid, serving tea and writing to him from time to time.

Sometimes he even cleaned the mansion with the housekeeper.