"To be an emperor, one needs the right timing, the right location, and the right people; one cannot be missing any of these."
"If our prince had been born a few decades earlier, the capital would have been engulfed in bloodshed. But look at us now, even that old hag Empress Dowager is nearing her end."
Lou Qingming had drunk too much again, and Huo Panlijian sat in the room listening to her grandfather's rambling.
The young lady thought her grandfather was right; her master was indeed lucky. She curled the corners of her lips and looked at Huo Xiaolong, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard.
If things go quickly, my prince will be able to have his wish fulfilled immediately.
"Has that teacher from the Imperial Academy come to see you recently?" Lou Qingming asked his granddaughter.
"I tried to contact him several times, but I was busy reviewing memorials for the prince and didn't have time to deal with him."
"Did he want to come into the manor to keep you company?"
"right."
“That won’t do. His father is a stubborn old man. Didn’t you see how unhappy he was when you were taking the imperial examinations? We’re not going to be friends with him, okay?”
Lou Qingming coaxed Li Jian like a child, and the young woman smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I won't consider marriage until Your Highness has accomplished your great task."
Even if you get married, you won't consider marrying someone who isn't on good terms with the prince. Minister of Personnel, you and my prince have different political views and you're a bit arrogant. If you block my prince's path to stardom, I will definitely make sure your life or death is uncertain.
Your son can do whatever he wants, but he can't stand in the way of my prince's rise to power!
Thinking of this, Li Jian stood up and took the wine from Lou Qingming's table.
The white-bearded old man was still basking in his newfound happiness when he saw that the wine was gone, and his smugness vanished instantly.
All I could hear was my granddaughter talking outside.
"Your Highness, please stop playing around. It's time to go and review the memorials."
"And Sun Zixi, have you finished reading the official documents from the Imperial Censorate?"
“Da Ni’er, Ha Die has been reviewing official documents for half a month now, don’t think I don’t know.”
Huo Xiaolong was having a blast playing with his girlfriends when he saw Huo Panlijian come out. Without even turning his head, he rushed into the study.
It's fine if Li Jian dawdles, but Da Ni'er is really inhuman. If she doesn't want to approve a memorial, she won't, and no one can persuade her otherwise. If Li Jian can't stand it, he'll help her look at it for a while.
Most importantly, Wang Tianci would just throw the things to her without even looking at them herself.
Are they mostly individuals?
According to Huo Xiaolong, Xiao Shizi and Ha Die were also unlucky. Their father was out selling pancakes for the Grassland King every day. The two of them wanted to take their mother to check the price of safflower, but Da Ni'er detained them for approving official documents.
"Hadie doesn't know how to approve it either," the young girl said, looking at Da Ni'er, stammering.
"Wang, I've never had plastic surgery, I don't know how."
The dark-skinned girl ignored all of that and said earnestly.
"You were a goddess, you know how to fool people, so just keep fooling them."
"But it says here that the Grand Preceptor's former followers were thinking of rebelling."
"Then what?"
Da Ni'er sat down on the stool and had Ha Die read the official documents to her one by one.
"Then they were dealt with by the Yalan Royal Court's army, and they are now imprisoned, awaiting your disposal."
The grassland king nodded and said
"Put this on the right and read the next one."
“Your mother wants to come to the capital to see you, and she also wants to go to Jiangnan to buy some sugarcane. Her tribe is short of it, and she asked if you have any connections, if you could exchange cattle and sheep for it.”
"Let her come, and we'll talk about it later. I'll figure something out for her. Put this on the left."
Ha Die finally figured it out: put all the cases where Wang had to figure out who to deal with, those with solutions on the right, and those that she could easily handle on the left, and let her approve them. That would be the end of the matter.
"And what about the one on the right, Your Majesty?"
Hadie was a little worried, after all, these were secrets of the grasslands, and just because she wouldn't say it herself didn't mean others wouldn't spread rumors.
"Give all the ones on the right to Huo Xiaolong."
"..."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ha Die pondered that the title of "King of the Grasslands" was purely for General Huo's benefit, and was essentially a figurehead position.
No wonder the relationship between the border town and the grassland has been so good in the past two years, there is no discrimination at all. When my father and I went to Pingyang County to sell safflower, no one tried to lower the price because we were from the grassland.
Feng Shitai is Da Nier's personal guard, and he holds a fairly high position on the grassland.
But when he saw Da Nier change into a set of Central Plains clothes, grinning with her white teeth and greeting people with a smile, this tall and strong man felt a little embarrassed.
It wasn't that he was unconvinced; he was just too impressed with Da Nier and Huo Xiaolong.
but……
But Wang, isn't your ambition a bit too small?
He wanted to offer his advice, but he had heard that the Great Yan had censors who were all quite reckless and could still be alive and kicking even if they contradicted the emperor.
But he dared not; the king was truly going to kill someone.
"Take care, it's delicious, come again next time!"
Da Ni'er, dressed in a large swallow-patterned dress, grinned with her small white teeth and turned to Feng Shitai, saying...
"Hurry up! Didn't you see that the squid and minced meat are all gone? Go chop some firewood."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Although he now works at Wang's Pancake Shop in the capital of Yancheng every day, Feng Shitai still thinks this place is good.
The food was delicious, and the children even had candy as a snack.
Most importantly, this place is very close to the goddess.
Yes, Huo Xiaolong's current status on the grasslands is equivalent to that of a goddess, but she is not quite the same as the ordinary goddesses of the past.
The goddesses of the past prayed to heaven to ensure good weather and abundant harvests for them.
The goddess now stands before you, bestowing blessings and teaching you this and that, guiding them to live life to the fullest.
It should be said that Huo Xiaolong's position is closer to that of their god.
Feng Shitai believes that the closer one gets to Huo Xiaolong, the better the luck will be. For example, right now, all the red flowers in the Fengshi tribe have been taken away by Hou Xiangxiang.
"It's for the Imperial Medical Academy. I'll settle the payment for you tomorrow."
The man had only come to the capital to try his luck. If he didn't sell any, it wouldn't matter. After all, safflowers could be kept for a long time without spoiling. He could just sell them slowly when he got back, and eventually they would all be sold out.
As the goddess who had healed them on the grasslands dragged away a sack of safflowers, Feng Shitai hurriedly stepped forward to take it from her, saying...
"Goddess, just tell me where to send it; I won't trouble you."
"It's alright. I'll take one sack with me first. You can take the rest to the palace gate, and someone will come to pick you up. Here's your waist tag, don't mix it up."
"Yes, Goddess."
The little girl was very beautiful. Huo Xiaolong and Sun Zixi were waiting for her in front. Today they were going to research a new drug, and they needed safflower. Hou Xiangxiang bought it all for her, since the Imperial Hospital would pay for it anyway.
Safflower isn't just something used by palace intrigue teams to abort pregnancies; it's also good for your health if you drink it regularly, and many concubines in the palace drink it.
"Long'er, Feng Shitai calls me Goddess. Do you think I'm starting to feel that way now?"
The Prince of Zhenbei was organizing his thoughts, trying to figure out how to speak without hurting his girlfriends' feelings.
Sun Zixi said directly
“Your clothes look great today. Take that red flower off your head. It looks like the bed sheet my mom made for me.”
"I don't understand aesthetics, but I call this beautiful."
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