"Alright, I've heard all of you arguing for so long. This Emperor is also tired. All of you can leave now."

At Emperor Wei Wu's order, Zhao Jian, who had been beaten black and blue, could only leave gloomily. Along the way, he left the Imperial Study with Wang Wenfu, who had his tail between his legs.

Qi Nian Zhong and Liu Yu An left together, but Xiao Qian stayed where he was, unmoving.

"Why aren't you leaving, your beloved official?"

Xiao Qian bowed deeply. "Many thanks to Your Majesty for trusting this humble subject."

Wei Wu Emperor laughed lightly. "Last night, you entered the Imperial Palace and repeatedly assured me that if the three of them ever had the chance to come back, they would apologize with their lives, and I will believe you."

After returning last night, Xiao Qian didn't immediately return to the palace but went to the Imperial Palace.

He understood that this tug of war was a trap set up by the Zhao Family.

People couldn't be found alive. The Zhao Family didn't want him to find them, so they must have done something to him.

In this way, being able to find it was a forgery, and not being able to find it was a dereliction of duty.

It was thanks to Su Zhi's reminder that he didn't need to care about the lives of the three people, that he was able to claim that he was dead.

The main reason why the Zhao Family didn't dare to send for him was because they couldn't find him themselves.

Wei Wu Emperor waved his hand. "Go back. Don't stand here and obstruct my view."

Xiao Qian cupped his hands in greeting, glanced at Lu Zhen's pill furnace, and left.

Since the debate in the imperial court was fruitless, Zhao Jian returned home huffily.

The butler looked at the servant beside him when he noticed his strange expression.

The green-robed attendant understood, and turned around to walk towards the backyard.

At this time, Zhao Zheng had just returned from the garden.

Her tawny cloak was still soaked in the mist of rain, and her fair face was still covered in the fine rain drops. The teardrops at the corner of her eyes were like ink, giving her a sense of elegance.

The manservant hurried over just in time to see him take off his cloak. "Third Young Master!"

The maidservants rushed forward to serve him. Zhao Zheng casually handed over his outer garment. He turned his head and smiled at the manservant. "What happened?"

"Young master, the old master is back. He doesn't look too good."

He nodded slightly as if he was not surprised, "Hmm, I understand. I'll trouble you to send the message. Go back to the butler to receive the silver."

The attendant waved his hand and refused to take the money.

Other than Second Young Master Zhao and Eldest Young Master Zhao who liked to oppose Zhao Zheng, there was no one in the Zhao Family who didn't like to be close to him.

Although Third Young Master Zhao was not a proper and direct young master and had a low status, he had a very good character. He was very courteous to everyone and never showed a stingy smile.

"This servant will come over to remind you that there's more important matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

Zhao Zheng gratefully nodded his head and cupped his hands: "Thank you."

The servant didn't dare to receive such a great gift and hastily declined the offer before running off like a wisp of smoke.

He had already guessed that Zhao Jian would be unlucky enough to return.

Xiao Qian had secretly returned to the capital yesterday and had gone to the Imperial Palace overnight. If he hadn't been able to settle this after a long discussion, it would be detrimental to his demeanor as a general.

Not long after the attendant sent the message, Zhao Jian sent someone to look for him.

Ever since the incident with Zhao Dagang, this was the first time Zhao Jian did not come to the courtyard to see him personally because of the matter of the imperial court.

Zhao Zheng acted as if he didn't know and followed them as if nothing had happened.

The maidservants in the yard began to feel that it was unfair for him. Every time Zhao Dagang caused trouble, he would be the one to take care of himself, but the benefits were not on his side.

If it wasn't for Zhao Zheng's usual good-natured nature, it would have been even more difficult to take even a single step in this mansion.

He had barely taken a few steps out of the courtyard when he saw Zhao Dun swaggering over.

"Yo, isn't he that person? The famous Zhao Family's Third Young Master, where was he going? Oh, let's go to Daddy's courtyard? "Tsk tsk, what's going on? A few days ago, it was my father who went to look for you. Is it the turn of the wind and the water?"

Zhao Dagang was aggressive and harboring malicious intentions. Zhao Zheng remained silent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"If I remember correctly, tomorrow should be the day of your lowly mother's death, right?"

As soon as his voice fell, the man who was silent a moment ago stopped walking and stared at Zhao Ditch with a pair of cold eyes.

"Why are you staring at me? Did I say something wrong? Ah ah ah, don't tell me you didn't even remember yourself? "Tsk, tsk, unfilial. If I were your mother, I would have died from anger in the netherworld."

Zhao Zheng coldly stared at him, his slender hands tightly clenched. The baleful aura surrounding him couldn't help but surge out.

The manservant who was leading the way could not bear to watch any longer and reminded him with good intentions, "Third Young Master, hurry up and leave. Don't make the old master wait for too long."

Only then did the man's tensed nerves ease up, and he silently left with his fists clenched and his body stiff.

Zhao Di snorted disdainfully and continued to chase after the disappearing figure, "A child born of a prostitute is a bastard, so what can you do even if you enter the Zhao Family tree? "Isn't he just a lowly son of a b * tch!

The manservant who was leading the way secretly broke out into a cold sweat, afraid that the Third Young Master would explode. Fortunately, he had a calm personality and wasn't like the Second Young Master, who only wished to stir up trouble.

The attendant nodded in satisfaction, not noticing in the slightest the coldness in the man's eyes.

"Third Young Master, we're here. The old master is inside."

Zhao Zheng smiled and nodded. "Thank you for leading the way."

"You're too kind, this humble one's duty is to you."

After the servant left, a senior servant came out from the corridor. When she saw that it was him, she smiled and bent her knees in greeting. "Third Young Master, you've come."

Zhao Zheng was the first to open the door for her. He waited until the mama came in before slowly closing the door.

"Dad, you're looking for me?"

Zhao Jian was sitting in front of his desk, holding his forehead and appearing to be deep in thought.

Knowing that he had come, he didn't have much of a reaction. He said indifferently, "Take a seat."

Mammy served hot tea and withdrew.

Zhao Zheng looked at himself as he picked up the teacup, blew away the tea in the blue and white porcelain cup, and took a sip. "A good West Lake Longjing. It really is not bad."

Only then did Zhao Jian lose his temper and said snappily, "Stop tasting the tea first, think about what to do!" Xiao Qian had successfully escaped death once more, as if he had expected that the three people would no longer be around. To dare praise them in such an unrestrained manner, what was even more infuriating was that the Emperor actually believed them. Now that he has returned, we were unable to bring him down, and even that little girl from the Su family was unable to do anything about it. Just thinking about it makes me angry. "

"Father, there is no need to disturb yourself. Although Xiao Qian managed to escape this calamity, it is not as if the Zhao Family has no benefits."

"Oh? What do you mean? "

Zhao Zheng smiled as he held the cup of tea, "Being able to explore the Imperial Palace at night is in fact proof of the importance of this peace. Although the Emperor did not publicly criticize him, how could the two of you know if his Majesty has any ill feelings towards Xiao Gan because of this? "

Zhao Jian thought about it for a moment and said uncertainly, "No matter what, His Majesty did not punish him."

"Because His Majesty didn't punish him one after the other, Xiao Qian's position in His Majesty's heart had been set off."

The Emperor had doted on the good officials and was willing to let go of all unnecessary punishments, but he would still leave a part of his mind behind when it came to the future of the land.

Xiao Qian, on the other hand, did not have a single soldier chasing after the rebel leader. He did not even have a corpse to hand over to him.

Although the Emperor didn't say anything, he would still mind in his heart.

"You know that, Your Majesty."

Zhao Jian nodded his head in agreement, "That's right. Even so, that woman from the Su Clan .. I was afraid that one day the paper would not hold the fire, and that the child would one day be known by the Emperor. "

Back then, it was an indisputable fact that Xuan Fei was pampered. Although the Emperor had pampered many beauties over the years, none of them could be like Jiang Xuan, who was favored by the Six Palaces and could directly threaten the position of the empress.

The crown prince was not in good shape. The emperor's desire for the little prince's birth was not something that could be accomplished in a day or two. If a child came back to life from killing halfway through, then who was to hold the position of the crown prince?

Zhao Zheng put down the teacup and indifferently shook his head, "Rest assured Father, that child won't be a threat to the Crown Prince's position."

"How can you be so sure?"

He did not reply, but his deep eyes were filled with a cold chill, like a cold pond.

If the Emperor really cared about that child, Su Junxian wouldn't have died.

Recalling the sad ending of that clear and limpid man who ended up with his head separated from his body, Zhao Zheng felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

Even if he came back alive, so what? Even if the crown prince left first, the throne would not be his, it would never be his.

Besides, with the Zhao Clan sending the Emperor to consume elixirs every day, no matter how tough his body was, there would still come a day where he would be short of money.