Emperor Junlan put the letter down. "By the way, have someone be careful. The Regent is like my right and left hand; there can be no mistakes."
Ankersen bowed his head and replied, "Yes!"
When did His Majesty and the Regent become so close? Aren't they usually just superficially friendly?
I don't understand.
Murong Jin didn't see Lu Zhishen until a month later. She had injured her hand, but she sat on the bed, clean and dignified, holding a cup of hot tea.
Winter isn't over yet; by the time we get back to Dacheng, it might already be spring.
In spring, her favorite flowers will bloom.
"You hurt your hand?"
Lu Zhishen paused, telling someone to take good care of him, and to his surprise, they were taken care of quite well.
He had already treated the wound, yet he still managed to notice it.
"Concerned about me?"
Murong Jin smiled and said, "Who hurt you? It couldn't have been your father, after all, you are his only healthy prince with normal limbs right now."
Lu Zhishen's gaze fell on him, who was wearing a white robe, which was covered in fluffy fur.
This person is sensitive to the cold, and he learned about the injury after discovering that the man had injured his legs.
He didn't want to kill Murong Jin; he just wanted to show him how he climbed up the ranks step by step, especially how his status gradually surpassed his own.
The emperor of the Mongol kingdom should hold a higher position than the regent.
Lu Zhishen's eyes darkened upon hearing his words.
Murong Jin took a sip of tea. "In another month, the tulips and crabapple blossoms in Dacheng will bloom."
Upon hearing the words "tulip," Lu Zhishen's eyes darkened. "What? Looking for death?"
Murong Jin chuckled, "I don't want to stay here anymore. I should go back and see all the flowers in my courtyard."
Then, staring at him with a cold gaze, he said, "This game is too idiotic. I don't want to play it anymore. You can't have the Mongol Kingdom, and you can't kill me either. As for you, you will forever be stuck in that abyss, nothing but something that can't see the light of day."
Lu Zhishen reached out and grabbed his neck, angrily uttering three words, "Murong Jin."
"Yes, I am here."
A hand rose up and slowly pried his hand away. "However, I am a germaphobe, and no one else can touch me."
Then, in a gentle and pleasant voice, she said, "If you touch it, you'll die."
Lu Zhishen never expected that the chains on his hands would turn into fragments in an instant, and the person who rushed into the room was Murong Jin.
Even the subordinates next to him lifted their masks, revealing Yi Yi's face.
Isn't this exactly what he did in the capital? He had people impersonate Murong Jin and those around him.
Unexpectedly, Murong Jin's people were also impersonating him.
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