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Wen Jin returned to his residence.
The residence of the Prime Minister, a powerful figure in the court, had a pleasant scenery, spacious everywhere, pavilions and towers, murmuring streams, and the air was filled with the refreshing scent of flowers.
However, what should have been a beautiful and tranquil environment made people feel exceptionally desolate.
The servants respectfully greeted, “My Lord.”
He remained silent, walking all the way back to the main courtyard. Looking at the lifeless and empty surroundings, his brows furrowed with a layer of confusion.
He lowered his gaze to his hands, where the joints were distinct, slender and fair. They were clearly a pair of beautiful hands, but it was these hands… these very hands that had committed deeds that tormented him.
Wen Jin trembled imperceptibly, his eyes filled with sorrow and a hint of relief.
Relieved that she was still alive.
Relieved that they were both still young.
“My Lord.” A figure in black approached silently, standing respectfully three feet away from him, “Chief Lu has gone to the Princess Chang’s mansion.”
Wen Jin regained his composure in an instant, his expression returning to a calm and gentle state. Standing with his hands behind his back, his voice was so indifferent that no emotional fluctuations could be detected, “Within three days, bring me the head of Lu Guozhong.”
“Yes.”
“Summon Wei Yun.”
“Understood.”
Wen Jin returned to his room, without calling anyone in to attend to him. He packed a few pieces of clothing, all snow-white silk robes, exuding an ethereal color, carefully folding them and placing them in a bundle.
He also gathered a few books he often read.
Turning towards the window, Wen Jin suddenly felt that the past two days had been somewhat lengthy.
Wei Yun, the chief steward of the Prime Minister, walked in and knelt on one knee, “My Lord.”
“Starting tomorrow, I will claim illness and leave, entrusting you with full responsibility for the affairs of the mansion.”
“My Lord?”
“Create some trouble for the Xiao family. Within the next three months, I want to see the Xiao family embroiled in internal strife, and within half a year, make them disappear from the capital.”
Wei Yun’s heart skipped a beat, lowering his head even further, “Yes.”
“Feng Tianqi has been quiet for too long, it’s time for him to take action.”
“I understand.”
“You may go.”
“Yes, I will take my leave.”
…
“We were ordered to come, we must see Princess Chang.” Lu Guozhong and his men surrounded the Princess Chang’s mansion, his tone unusually firm, “Please inform General Shen to announce our presence once more.”
General Shen, with an even stronger attitude, responded, “Her Highness is not in a good mood and will not see anyone.”
“Outrageous!” Lu Guozhong’s voice grew stern, “Does Princess Chang dare to defy the imperial order?!”
What if there is resistance to the imperial decree?
Yan Qing stood by the window, her gaze clear and calm, showing no response to the events outside.
With the orders already conveyed, Shen Mo knew how to handle the situation, and no one dared to disturb her.
Yan Qing was pondering the current situation.
Before the New Year, the Emperor suddenly fell ill and passed away, leading to the hasty ascension of the Crown Prince, with a simple enthronement ceremony.
Now, the new Emperor had been on the throne for less than three months, with unstable foundations, and she had not yet married Xiao Jinghan.
Wen Jin, the most gentle and jade-like Prime Minister of the Yong Dynasty, had not become the Emperor either.
A touch of indifference flashed in Yan Qing’s eyes.
Since she died in her past life due to the prophecy of the “Lone Star of Calamity”, in this life, she decided to sever all romantic ties and become a true Lone Star of Calamity, needing neither family, friends, nor a partner.
Only power.
The power to do as she pleased, to be domineering and illogical.
The power to dominate the Nine Provinces and make all the people submit.
“Your Highness.” A guard hurried over, kneeling in the courtyard, “General Shen and Lord Lu have come to blows.”
Yan Qing raised her gaze, “Is Lu Guozhong dead?”
“Not yet.”
“Tell Shen Mo that if he is not a match for Lu Guozhong, he should find a place to end his own life.” Yan Qing said calmly, “If Lu Guozhong is dead, have his body sent to Yan Chen.”
“Understood.”
The guard departed.
“Princess Chang.” Another person hurried over, dressed in the attire of a dungeon guard, and knelt in the courtyard, “Xiao Jinghan is severely injured, asking for the Princess’s orders.”
“Severely injured?”
“Yes.” The guard responded, “In addition to the external wounds from the eighty lashes, he has also suffered serious internal injuries.”
Yan Qing, thinking of Wen Jin in the dungeon, had a hunch, “Will he die?”
“Not immediately.”
Yan Qing lowered her gaze, looking at the bright red cinnabar on her fingernails, “Then there’s no need for treatment, wait until he dies, then decide.”
“Understood.”