Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The abbot watched them leaving together, and when he was about to turn around, he saw a person walking around the corner of the corridor.

He was wearing the old-fashioned black outfit with gold decorations, and his narrow but not small phoenix eyes were sparkling. It was Xiao Huanzhi.

"Amitabha, I am honored to meet you, Your Majesty." The abbot bowed.

Xiao Huanzhi glanced at the backs of Zhu Baishao and Wen Yan as they left together. It was getting darker, so he couldn't see anything.

He turned to the abbot, his eyes twinkling, and said in a casual manner: "Master, there is no need to be polite. I came here just to ask for a marriage fortune."

Xiao Huanzhi had just celebrated his 28th birthday, and this was the first time in these 28 years that he had prayed for a marriage.

Thinking of Zhu Baishao, he went through the process carefully and drew a fortune.

He took a look at the fortune he had drawn, and said, "This is like the phoenix flying and singing in harmony."

The abbot smiled and said, "This is a very good sign. You will definitely find a good match."

"It's a coincidence today. Two very good lottery numbers came out."

Xiao Huanzhi pondered the four words "will definitely find a good match". The more he pondered, the more he missed Zhu Baishao. He just responded lightly to the abbot's words.

……

The next day.

At dawn, Zhu Baishao was awakened by the sound of bells ringing in the temple. She couldn't fall asleep again, so she just got up.

Bitao heard the noise and came in. As usual, she helped her serve tea and water. Only when she looked at Zhu Baishao's back did her eyes reveal a bit of complexity, which was then quickly concealed.

Zhu Baishao pretended not to see it. She would need to inform the prime minister later, so there was no rush to deal with it now.

When she and Wen Yan were sitting together having breakfast, several carriages came down from the Jinhua Temple Mountain, carrying with them a group of beautiful women in pink and green clothes, as well as a middle-aged man in a round-necked brocade robe.

It was the Minister of Rites and his thirteenth concubine.

When the group arrived at the gate of the temple, monks came up to greet them with a very friendly attitude.

In addition to the fact that the Minister of Rites held a high position, he would also donate a large sum of money every time he came.

Gradually, as it was getting close to evening, Wen Yan sent Bi Tao away and watched Zhu Baishao put on a black robe. He couldn't help but remind her, "Be careful."

Zhu Baishao hid the dagger in his hand and nodded.

There were always people following the Minister of Rites, so it was difficult to take action. The only opportunity was to wait for the Minister to go to the toilet before going down the mountain.

Watching her quickly disappearing figure, Wen Yan coughed a few more times, his eyes filled with worry.

With the system guiding the way, Zhu Baishao arrived at the toilet safely.

How to say it, smelling the strange smell, Zhu Baishao almost couldn't maintain her sense of faith and couldn't continue acting.

In the end, she did not go in, but hid to one side, using the landscaping rocks and plants to conceal her body.

Just as he hid, the Minister of Rites came over with a servant. He looked calm and didn't seem to be worried about the assassin.

However, when he walked to the rock, a dagger suddenly stabbed out from the side and pierced into his heart, then was quickly pulled out, and a stream of blood spurted out in an instant.

"Well."

The incident happened so suddenly that no one could react at first. In the end, the servant of the Minister of Rites was frightened and took a step back, shouting, "Help! There's an assassin! Help!"

The shrill shouts spread far away, immediately alerting Xiao Huanzhi.

The corners of his lips curled up, and he walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

This time, he was on the mountain, and he had asked the guards to block the way down the mountain. He was determined to catch Zhu Baishao.

When he arrived at the place, the Minister of Rites was almost dying, and the servant was helping to cover the wound with blood on his hands.

"Where is his assassin?"

Xiao Huanzhi just glanced at the Minister of Rites and asked in a cold voice.

Let the Minister of Rites die. It’s a good opportunity to promote the Left Vice Minister.

After knowing that Zhu Baishao was going to kill three ministers, Xiao Huanzhi unconsciously went through all the civil and military officials in his mind and selected the next prime minister and two chancellors.

The servant had seen the Regent before, and he immediately said happily, "He went that way!"

He pointed in a direction.

As soon as he loosened his grip, the blood on the Minister of Rites' chest became darker, and he finally died.

"Master? Master!!"

Xiao Huanzhi ignored the mournful howling behind him and followed the bloodstains on the ground.

Zhu Baishao did not take a detour, but quickly returned to the courtyard, nodded to Wen Yan who was waiting under the eaves, and took off his black robe.

Who would have thought that there were a few bloodstains the size of petals on her white skirt.

Wen Yan's eyes narrowed, and before he could ask Zhu Baishao to change clothes, Xiao Huanzhi had already followed the blood trail and came over.

"Brother Wen."

The bloodstains were deliberately left by Zhu Baishao with a dagger, just to lure Xiao Huanzhi to come and add fuel to the fire.

If he knew that she was Wen Yan's fiancée, I wonder how he would feel. Would he be jealous? If so... then Xiao Huanzhi would be hers.

Wen Yan glanced at the courtyard gate, and thought that Xiao Huanzhi was just outside the door. He might not be able to stop the two from meeting, so he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhu Baishao hurried to help him up, "How are you?"

As there was no response for a long time, Xiao Huanzhi was a little worried that Zhu Baishao might have taken care of Wen Yan as well. With this in mind, he kicked open the gate.

He saw two people in the corridor at a glance, both dressed in white. The woman was facing him sideways, with her hand on Wen Yan's chest, helping him to calm down.

The woman's profile looked familiar, but was blocked by the white silk. The sun was setting and the afterglow was faint. Xiao Huanzhi felt that she looked a bit like Zhu Baishao, but hazy and her temperament was different.

"Brother Yan, are you okay? I'll help you go in and rest for a while."

The woman's voice was soft and graceful, very different from the cold voice that was imprinted deep in her memory.

But he followed the trail of blood all the way here.

Xiao Huanzhi had some complicated emotions in his heart, and he slowly approached as if to confirm.

There was a hint of struggle in Wen Yan's eyes, but he just stood there, watching Xiao Huanzhi approaching.

Zhu Baishao had no choice but to stand beside him, but when she saw Wen Yan's expression, she felt a little regretful.

[It feels like I've been caught playing both sides, which is a bit exciting.] The system eats melons.

Zhu Baishao: "..."

The familiar profile, the familiar figure, and her hand resting on Wen Yan's arm, with the familiar white plum nail polish adorning that jade hand. Isn't she the person he can't forget?

She looks better in white than in black.

She is Zhu Baishao, why is she by Wen Yan's side?

"Bless Bai Shao."

Xiao Huanzhi's voice was very calm, but the veins on the back of his hands were bulging under his wide black sleeves.

"Your Highness... there is no Zhu Baishao here, only my fiancée Lin Qingxu." Wen Yan put his hand on Zhu Baishao's hand, and although his face was pale, he still said so.

"Lin Qingxu? ...Heh."

Seeing that Zhu Baishao did not dodge Wen Yan's action but shook his hand back, Xiao Huanzhi's whole mood became a little gloomy.

Xiao Huanzhi never thought that he sent so many people to secretly search for Zhu Baishao inside and outside the imperial city, but she actually hid beside him in the dark.