Detective Di Renjie: The Mysterious Dynasty

Chapter 336 The Second Test
Speaking of Zhao Ji, Wu Zetian and Di Renjie turned back and saw Zhao Ji and Shangguan Wan'er coming towards them from a distance.

Di Renjie seemed to have discussed something with Wu Zetian. After giving Zhao Ji a look, he left on his own.

Wu Zetian looked at the young man in front of her without any hesitation. After a long while, she smiled and said, "Would you like to walk with me?"

Zhao Ji once again faced Wu Zetian's majesty, but his heart unexpectedly calmed down: "Since Your Majesty has such a noble intention, I will naturally obey your order."

So, the two of them walked one after the other, following the footsteps of Wu Zetian and Di Renjie just now.

But this time the atmosphere was relatively depressing. Wu Zetian didn't speak, and it was certainly not convenient for Zhao Ji to speak actively.

"What are you thinking about?" Wu Zetian finally broke the silence.

Zhao Ji replied calmly, "I am thinking of the past when I was alone with Your Majesty in the audience."

Wu Zetian was immediately interested when she heard this, so she asked, "Which time was it correct?"

Zhao Ji smiled slightly and replied, "It was the time when His Majesty summoned me alone after Di Gong and I successfully rescued Jili Khan from Youzhou."

Wu Zetian's eyes revealed a hint of realization: "Oh! I seem to remember that this case is also related to the snake spirit!"

Zhao Ji couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "At that time, I was promoted to the Prince's Guard for my merits and was appointed Lang Jiang."

Wu Zetian said this simply because she could not remember the specific circumstances of her meeting with Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji remembered the conversation very clearly.

This can be said to be his second rise to fame. Because of Li Qingxia and Hu Jinghui, he had to bear tremendous pressure from Wu Zetian. At this time, his relationship with Shangguan Wan'er also made rapid progress. Of course, he still remembered it vividly.

After Zhao Ji's reminder, Wu Zetian seemed to have some impression: "Yes, I sent you to investigate the conspiracy between the crown prince and Li Gui, the son of the King of Yue. Later, it was found that it was a frame-up plot by the inner guard Xu Shide!"

Zhao Ji said softly: "Your Majesty really has a good memory."

Wu Zetian smiled faintly when she heard this: "I am old now, and no longer what I used to be. Your father is the one who is truly knowledgeable and has a strong memory, and can memorize everything he sees!"

She seemed to mention Li Xian intentionally or unintentionally, trying to capture Zhao Ji's subtle reaction, but Zhao Ji's reaction was unusually indifferent.

Seeing this, Wu Zetian slowly took out the green toad from her sleeve and said softly, "Do you still remember the ghost incident in the city of gods that year?"

Zhao Ji's eyes swept across Cui Chan and he replied calmly, "Of course I remember. I was in the palace guard at the time and experienced the entire incident."

Wu Zetian nodded and said, "I was drugged by the traitor and almost mistook you for your father."

Zhao Ji said half-jokingly, "I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat and almost ran away!"

Wu Zetian laughed when she heard this and said, "In fact, you don't look like your father at all. Instead, you look a bit like your mother."

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up as if he had just heard about this for the first time: "Really?"

But then, his eyes dimmed again: "But, I have no impression of them anymore."

When Wu Zetian heard this, she seemed to have some feelings in her heart. She couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity and fell silent for a while.

Zhao Ji, on the other hand, quickly calmed down and said, "I am rude, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Of course Wu Zetian would not blame him for this, and there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"Don't you resent me? Just like your brother does?" The Queen's eyes were fixed on Zhao Ji's face. The answer seemed crucial to her.

Zhao Ji immediately smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you already know that I have lived in Yuan's mansion since I can remember, and I have been at odds with the traitor Yuan Tiangang. As for hatred, I do have an irreconcilable hatred for him." "As for Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of your laughing at me. I don't have many friends. Apart from Di Gong's mansion and the two girls, Your Majesty has taken the deepest care of me. At my age, there are not many people who can hold this position now."

Wu Zetian thought about it and it seemed to be true. She couldn't help but nodded with a smile, and then asked: "What are your ambitions?"

Faced with this question, Zhao Ji finally looked embarrassed. Wu Zetian's series of questions were as detailed as a household registration check, which made him feel quite pressured.

After some careful consideration, Zhao Ji turned around and looked up at the sky, his eyes gleaming with yearning: "As for ambition, people live only for a lifetime, grass and trees only last for a season, power and money are nothing but passing clouds."

"I fought a battle with Khitan in Liaodong, which is not commendable. If I can defeat the powerful enemies of the country like Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, such as Tubo, then my name will go down in history and be remembered for generations, and my life will not be in vain!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zetian nodded with satisfaction: "Good! What a great ambition!"

Then, she asked Zhao Ji for his opinion: "So how do you think we should deal with a traitor like Li Dan?"

Zhao Ji became cautious again after hearing this. He considered carefully and said, "It is said that family disgrace should not be made public. We should not let this matter become a big deal..."

Although this is an evasive and flattering answer, it is still appropriate.

However, Wu Zetian did not comment on this answer. She paused and stayed where she was.

Zhao Ji was nervous, not knowing what was wrong with his answer, so he had to stop and wait for Wu Zetian's next words.

Wu Zetian kept repeating the words: "Words that are well-written are called zhang, culture and education that spread far and wide are called zhang, kindness and benevolence that are short-lived are called huai..."

She turned around suddenly and looked at Zhao Ji with a sharp gaze: "What do you think of the posthumous title of 'Zhang Huai'?"

When Zhao Ji heard this posthumous title from Wu Zetian, he was almost stunned.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and bowed down immediately, his whole body prostrating on the ground, his voice full of gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great grace!"

Seeing this, Wu Zetian finally smiled with satisfaction. She personally reached out and helped Zhao Ji up: "Get up. This is my little compensation to you."

As she spoke, she slowly took out the jade pendant engraved with the words "Keep Trust" from her other sleeve and personally hung it around Zhao Ji's neck.

"This thing is so precious, it should be returned to its original owner today!" This can also be considered a promise.

Zhao Ji was almost flattered by such a gesture. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to do with his hands.

Seeing this, Wu Zetian smiled even brighter, patted Zhao Ji's shoulder gently, and said soothingly: "You have worked hard all night, it's time to take a rest. Go see those two girls and don't let them worry."

Zhao Ji's heart was beating like a drum. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and solemnly wanted to thank Wu Zetian again.

"Hey~ No need to be so polite, just go!" Wu Zetian interrupted him again and just waved her hand gently, signaling him to leave.

Zhao was helpless and could only smile, bow and kowtow completely, then turned and left.

At first he could still keep his pace steady, but then his steps became lighter and lighter, and finally he left like the wind.

At this time, Shangguan Wan'er appeared quietly behind Wu Zetian, and only the queen could be heard sighing faintly: "After all, you are still young and impatient..."

Looking at Wu Zetian again, her eyes became deep and complex, as if they were an unfathomable deep ocean, completely different from the gentleness and kindness just now.

On the other side, although Zhao Ji, who had just come down from the city wall, was still in a hurry, the joy on his face was gone. Instead, he had a furrowed brow and a solemn expression, as if he was in a completely different posture.

(End of this chapter)