A woman dressed as a man and played the male supporting role: the male protagonist always broke the

Chapter 56 The Dark Prime Minister vs. The Prince in the Cold Palace 3
Xiao He looked at her elegant, cold and pure adult, and even though she knew she was a woman, she still couldn't help but feel her heart beating wildly.

Hearing her cough, he regained his senses and began to worry again: "My Lord is not in good health. The imperial physician said that you should go out for a walk more often."

"My body is coughing this day. If I get a cold wind, I will be bedridden for many days. Don't listen to the nonsense of that quack doctor."

Xiao He felt uncomfortable when she heard her self-deprecating words.

The person serving the food came in, set the table full of dishes, then bent over and left.

"Today is the last day of my holiday. I'm afraid the documents sent to the study will pile up like a mountain."

"Humph, sir, you still remember to take care of official business. Who said before taking a nap that you would get up in the afternoon to take care of it? Me? How could Xiao He have such great ability?"

After listening to the little girl's sarcastic remarks, Ling Mo realized that she had really scared someone in the afternoon. He felt guilty and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He gave her a lot of gifts before she comforted him.

The other servants were extremely jealous.

After Ling Mo finished his meal, he went to the study to take care of some matters.

In fact, prime minister is not a formal official position, but a general term for people with great power.

Throughout history, those who can be called prime ministers are either treacherous ministers with great power or those who are highly valued and trusted by the emperor.

Ling Mo is the latter. He was able to become a powerful official at the age of sixteen, which shows that he is outstanding in ability and talent.

Everyone in the world says that the Prime Minister is as beautiful as jade and emerald, a god from heaven, with outstanding talent and extraordinary appearance, and is the best young man in the world.

The wooden door was pushed open, and there was a stove inside that had been prepared by the servants. The heat wave hit, and the coldness in my limbs was relieved a lot.

Xiao He put away the green misty oil-paper umbrella and placed it in the porcelain jar. Then she took off Ling Mo's thick white fox fur coat, shook off the snow water, and placed it on the shelf.

"My Lord, drink some ginger tea to warm your stomach."

She took a sip, put down the cup, glanced at the classified documents and started reading the most important ones first.

"Your period is coming soon, so you should ask for leave from the court. It hurts so much every time. This winter is especially cold, so it may be even more frightening." Xiao He couldn't help but admonish her like an old nanny. After all, her master was really not reassuring.

"Taking these few days off every month will arouse suspicion."

Xiao He was unhappy and pouted, but she didn't know what to say, after all, what the adults said was right.

Why was my master born a girl?
Sometimes she would see adults worrying about official duties and stamp their feet in frustration, but she could do nothing to help.

Ling Mo looked at the document in his hand, his brows furrowed more and more.

Xiao He knew that she didn't like to be disturbed, so she quietly retreated to the outer room, occasionally coming in to add some tea.

The candle burned, and wisps of white smoke rose from the wick. A yellowed painting hung on the stone wall. The pavilions and towers in the painting looked even more quaint under the candlelight.

The scent of books, ink, candles, and her own unique scent, all intertwined together to create a unique atmosphere.

The Yuye Dynasty has a history of 170 years. It was an ordinary period and is now showing signs of decline.

Founding heroes, hereditary marquises, royal relatives, officials from various departments, local officials, etc., have long formed a complete court system.

His Majesty today is a mediocre emperor. In his early years he had great ambitions to achieve great things, but now he has gradually become greedy for pleasure.

But he was also suspicious. There were more than a dozen princes and princesses in total. Except for some who died young and left Kyoto to get fiefdoms, there were only four princes active in the court now. He had not shown any intention of passing the throne to any of them, so the four of them kept each other in check.

In order to prevent court officials from forming cliques, he even rejected all objections and put Ling Mo in a very awkward position, second only to himself but above everyone else - he had no real power but could handle most of the affairs of the court.

However, at that time, dismissal would only take a word from the emperor.

The document was sent by the Dali Temple, saying that there have been a number of unexplained deaths in Kyoto in recent months, and the coroner found that it was all caused by one person.

Now everyone in Kyoto is in danger because of this murderer who has not yet been caught.

This kind of matter should be the responsibility of the Dali Temple Minister. It is brought to her now, probably because she wants to know about it. She will not be completely ignorant when she reports it to His Majesty later.

It was a flattering document, but the matters inside still worried Ling Mo.

"Murderer...we need to ask the Wuwei Army to send more people." She picked up the pen and wrote, then stamped it.

……

"My lord, it's late, go to bed."

"Wait a little longer, ahem."

Xiao He calmed down and waited for a stick of incense, but still couldn't help but come in and persuade her again.

Finally, Ling Mo read a few documents on the bed, and was pulled away by Xiao He, who pressed him on the bed and forced him to sleep.

He got up at Chou time, washed, changed into court clothes, and got on the carriage to the palace.

The snowflakes fell slowly, stopped on the boy's shoulders, then melted and soaked the fabric.

She has a tall and straight figure like a pine tree and an elegant appearance. Standing among a group of middle-aged and elderly people, she stands out even more.

When people on the street saw her, they subconsciously bowed to her respectfully.

Ling Mo, the first person to pass the imperial examination since the founding of the dynasty, does not belong to any force, has no relatives, is a true lone minister, and is also the most powerful knife in the hands of the current emperor.

The second prince Situ Fan saw her, his eyes twinkled, and then he stepped forward gently: "The Prime Minister has been feeling unwell recently, why don't you rest in your house? It's freezing in this snowy weather, why bother coming out to freeze?"

She saluted the prince, her every move seemed to be cast from a mold, and her words were impeccable: "Your Highness is making fun of me again, everyone knows that I have been weak since I was a child, it's just a cold, it's not that I can't attend the court."

Situ Fan originally wanted to get closer to her, but was choked by her. He looked at her back as she left, feeling unwilling but also a little bit obsessed.

Once such a beauty is tamed and taken into the pocket, she will be wonderful whether in the court or in bed...

Pretending to be unaware of the covetous gazes, she walked into the hall. The people around her unconsciously made way for her when she passed by. There was a bit of envy in their eyes, but more of awe.

The elegance of this young man was as dazzling as a bright pearl. Even jealousy could only turn into an ode to her supreme elegance in front of her.

At the morning court session, the Dali Temple Minister indeed mentioned that a murderer had appeared in Kyoto recently and everyone was in danger.

In fact, many people die every time when major forces confront each other.

But the meaning of power is that they have enough means and ability to erase these traces.

Ling Mo stood at the front, listening quietly, coughing occasionally.

Everyone knows that she is in poor health. His Majesty probably took this into consideration when he made an exception and put her in this position. After all, people who do not live long will eventually turn into dust no matter how much power they hold.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Zhenyuan has already repelled the Xiongnu. The imperial court ordered him to return to the capital, but he refused. This is disobeying the imperial order!"

This is the most discussed issue in the court recently.

Ling Mo took a quick look and saw that this person was the Minister of War, the Eleventh Prince Situ Jueming's man.

"What do you think, Prime Minister?"

(End of this chapter)