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Chapter 65 The Dark Prime Minister vs. The Prince in the Cold Palace 12
In the morning, they will meet with His Majesty, and in the afternoon, each country will meet individually to tell His Majesty about the latest developments in their own country.

"Your Majesty! Our country has been hit by a series of disasters this year, and we are also being harassed by the Huns. We are running out of money. These annual tributes are all made up of the food that the people save from their own mouths..."

"Although our Bulu Kingdom is remote and cannot compare to the vast territory and rich resources of the Yuye Dynasty, our warriors are good at fighting and hunting. These leathers were hunted by the most heroic warriors in the country. I offer them to you hereby. I hope Your Majesty can pay tribute to us so that we can improve..."

"Your Majesty, our king is grateful for your help over the years. Although we cannot say that the annual tribute we prepare is the best, it is definitely the most attentive. This shows our country's loyalty to the Yuye Dynasty. The sun and the moon can create..."

"puff--"

Fang Zhiqing received a cold look from the prime minister and immediately swallowed back the laughter that was about to burst out.

Although he was not credited for the last case, the Prime Minister and His Majesty said that he was a great martial artist and he was directly promoted to the position of Imperial Guard and Deputy Lieutenant General of the Imperial Guards.

Later, I also learned that His Majesty had planned to keep a close eye on him so that he could understand his father's intentions.

Instead, he was delighted. After all, as long as he stayed in the imperial presence, the emperor would be less suspicious of his father.

He was extremely grateful to Ling Mo, but there was also a mixture of inexplicable emotions.

Fang Zhiqing was a man who could walk among flowers without getting hurt. When the object of his dream suddenly turned out to be the cold and aloof prime minister, to be honest, he was almost scared to death.

But no matter how afraid you are, emotions cannot be controlled by reason.

Fang Zhiqing quietly glanced at the person sitting at the top, second only to His Majesty.

The gorgeous and solemn crimson purple court dress, when worn by other old men, would make people feel solemn, old-fashioned and boring, but on her, it looked like a colorful dress woven from clouds, extraordinary and noble, and made her face look more delicate.

Why does the Prime Minister seem to be getting more and more handsome?

He muttered to himself.

He stole several glances at her.

These countries come to us every year to cry poor, and Your Majesty wants to save face, so he pretends to be rich and gives them a lot of money every year to help them.

To be honest, he didn't understand. Wouldn't it be better to give the money to his own people? Giving it to Liguo for war was ridiculous.

Ling Mo looked at the emperor who was gritting his teeth while talking about Shang, and calmly watched the farce in front of him. Everyone seemed to be acting out a play that they knew was well known. Everyone found their own position in it and performed it with their heart, in order to gain benefits or the satisfaction of being flattered.

If those in power are all satisfied, then who will care about the people?

She knew in her heart that she was powerless to change anything, so she had no choice but to remain blind and deaf.

Seeing the four princes being just as hypocritical as their father, she felt a little annoyed. Her pretty eyebrows sank, she coughed twice, and then bowed to the head of the emperor: "Your Majesty, I have been too busy recently and I am not feeling well. I hope you can allow me to go back and rest and come back for the dinner."

For some reason, the palace today seems to be much colder. Of course, foreigners don't know this. Their living conditions are mostly difficult, but they feel that it is much warmer than the ice and snow outside. At the same time, they sigh at the wealth of the Yuye Dynasty.

The emperor felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about how he had pushed all the affairs onto Ling Mo, a sickly person. He waved his hand casually, but after thinking for a while, he pretended to be concerned and said, "The banquet is about to start. The prime minister won't be able to rest for long if he goes back now. It's better to rest for a while in the unused palace."

Without waiting for Ling Mo's reply, he said directly to the eunuch Wang beside him: "Hurry up and prepare, don't let my beloved be frozen."

"I will go right away. Prime Minister, please follow me."

Ling Mo nodded, did not refuse, and followed him away.

In the midst of the silvery white, a deep palace road was paved with bluestone slabs on both sides, and occasionally there were footsteps and the rustling of umbrella ribs touching the snow. The young man holding a green oil-paper umbrella was wearing a silver fox fur coat over her crimson court dress, and her furry collar made her face look as small as a palm.

The two of them passed through a heavy palace door decorated with golden dragons and entered a warm room in the inner court. Inside the room, sandalwood was faintly wafting and the fire was burning brightly. For a moment, the severe cold outside the palace was isolated outside the door.

"Sir, please rest here. Someone will come to call you when the time comes."

Ling Mo nodded, waved his hand to dismiss the maid who wanted to serve him, took off his fox fur coat and put it on the shelf.

The folded oil-paper umbrella leaned upright against the brown-red square pillar. Compared with the magnificent attic, it looked quite plain.

Ling Mo lay on the bed, relaxed and took a short nap.

Suddenly there was a noise in the attic. She opened her eyes quickly, propped herself up, and said coldly, "Come out."

A long silence.

"If you don't come out, I'll call someone in."

After a while, when Ling Mo was impatient and wanted to call for help, a young boy in tattered clothes appeared in front of him.

He had a sallow complexion, was wearing ragged clothes, and was hiding in the closet, holding a dirty cake tightly in his hand. He noticed her gaze and subconsciously shrank back, hiding the food behind him, as if he was afraid that she would snatch it away.

[Ding——Trigger the key plot point: Help the hero escape from the cold palace. ]

"Sixteenth Prince, why are you here?"

She knows who he is?!
Situ Jing was slightly surprised. It was the first time he met the prime minister who had become very famous in recent years.

To be honest, she gave him a familiar feeling at first sight.

Seeing her walking on the fine snow, step by step towards the place he had arranged, he thought at that moment he had seen a fairy.

But when people got closer, a handsome, elegant and aloof face appeared under the mist. It was good-looking, but still three points inferior to the fairy sister.

"You know me? I... I didn't hide here on purpose. There was no one here before, but suddenly there was someone here today, and I didn't have time to get out." The young boy seemed to be extremely afraid of being discovered. Although he was a prince, he knelt down without hesitation, kowtowed and begged for mercy, shouting to let him go.

"Your Highness! No!"

Situ Jing suddenly knelt down, and Ling Mo was frightened. As a minister, although she secretly controlled most of the power of the Yuye Dynasty, some rules could not be broken. If she was seen by someone with ulterior motives, she was afraid that she would get into trouble.

After helping him up, she frowned and said, "Although Your Highness has been locked up in the cold palace by His Majesty, your status as a prince has not been abolished. You cannot kneel down to others easily."

"Prince... What kind of prince am I?" The young boy started sobbing as he spoke. The black pancake in his hand gave off a sour smell, just like him, dirty and smelly.

Like a rat in the gutter, it is unwelcome and anyone can step on it.

The carpet in the warm room was replaced with a new one and was stepped on a few times by the young boy. Anyone who came in from outside could tell something was wrong at a glance.

The young official in front of him fixed his eyes on the priceless Persian carpet, frowning slightly, as if he was annoyed that he had only taken a short nap but had to run into this trouble.

Situ Jing lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of weirdness.

　It's too late. I'll post the next chapter during the day. Now I'm going to sleep. Good night, mua~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)