The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Yan Lingxiao didn't even glance at the emperor, and his attitude made the emperor furious. He originally thought that he dared to be so arrogant because he had a large army. But now that the tiger talisman was in his hand, Yan Lingxiao still had this attitude, which made Emperor Yan even more confused about his son.

The emperor frowned, his tone carrying a hint of anger and anxiety: "Prince Zhan, I hope you can pay attention to the theft of the Prime Minister's residence."

Yan Lingxiao had a blank expression on his face and cold eyes: "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't care about this matter, but it's quite a thorny issue. I also have a fire in the capital to deal with, so I really can't spare any more time."

The emperor frowned slightly and stared at Yan Lingxiao, trying to capture his emotions: "Oh? What do you suggest?"

Yan Lingxiao curled his lips slightly with a hint of disdain: "The Prime Minister is an important official in the court, I think he should have his own judgment. I suggest that the Prime Minister investigate it himself and think about whether he has offended any forces recently."

As the War King finished speaking, a burst of whispers suddenly broke out in the court. The court officials were talking to each other.

Zuo Wenyuan's face was livid, his eyes revealed anger and unwillingness, he stood aside, his clenched fists trembling slightly in his wide sleeves. His eyes flashed with dissatisfaction and anger, as if he wanted to burn away all the suspicion and accusations of the entire court.

A burly man with a full beard and a cunning look in his eyes stood in the crowd. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was secretly looking forward to the Prime Minister's fall from power. His eyes swept over the Prime Minister from time to time, with a bit of provocation and complacency. He whispered: "Your Highness, the King of War is right. Maybe he has offended some power. Otherwise, how could those thieves dare to steal into the Prime Minister's Mansion when the Prime Minister is in such a high position and has great power."

Standing opposite the prime minister was a thin man with eyes as sharp as an eagle. He had his hands behind his back and his eyes were cold and deep. There was a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if suggesting that the prime minister's predicament was just his own fault. He also nodded in agreement: "Yes, why did they only steal the prime minister's mansion and not touch other places? And the prime minister also said that no matter how big or small, they would not let go. If it were those big thieves, they would only steal gold, silver and jewelry. There must be something fishy about this matter."

The other was young and handsome, with a heroic look between his eyebrows, wearing a bright yellow court robe, standing at the edge of the court, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes revealing worry and uneasiness. He seemed to feel sorry for the prime minister, and at the same time worried about the future situation.

The minister standing on the other side of the court was wearing dark green court robes, with a sinister look and cunning eyes. He squinted his eyes and had a cunning smile on his lips. His eyes wandered around the court, as if looking for an opportunity to take advantage of. He did not miss the opportunity to take advantage of the prime minister: "Perhaps, we can take this opportunity to see if the prime minister's mansion has offended a certain force as His Royal Highness the War King said."

The court officials were talking one after another. Although their voices were not loud, they were clearly audible in the quiet court. Everyone had their own thoughts and purposes, trying to find clues that would benefit them from this theft. The prime minister stood aside with a sullen face, his clenched fists showing his inner anger and dissatisfaction. Facing Yan Lingxiao, he dared not speak out.

"Quiet……"

The emperor watched as Yan Lingxiao's words caused chaos in the court. The emperor's anger was about to rise to the sky. He gave Eunuch Liu a look, and Eunuch Liu asked everyone to be quiet.

It seemed that everyone just remembered that there was an emperor in the high position.

There was a flash of dissatisfaction in the emperor's eyes, and his tone was a little harsh: "Prince Zhan, your words seem to be shirking responsibility."

Yan Lingxiao's eyes were firm and his tone was even colder: "Your Majesty, I am not shirking my responsibility. It's just that the fire in the capital is of great importance and I must deal with it personally. As for the case of the theft of the Prime Minister's residence, I believe that the Prime Minister is capable of finding out the truth. Besides, I believe that the Imperial Guards will definitely arrest the thief and bring justice to the Prime Minister's residence."

The emperor took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and his tone turned calm: "Well, since you have so many things to deal with, I won't stop you. But I hope you can deal with the fire in the capital as soon as possible, and then assist the prime minister in finding out the truth about the theft in the mansion."

Yan Ling nodded slightly, but his eyes still revealed indifference: "Your son obeys your order."

After the morning court session, at the gate of the palace, people left the palace in twos and threes. Zuo Wenyuan was immersed in his own consciousness, walking towards his carriage with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He didn't notice that Yan Lingxiao was standing like a mountain beside his carriage in front of him. When Zuo Wenyuan wanted to get on the carriage, he suddenly heard a cold and powerful voice: "Prime Minister, this time it was really not done by me. I don't have the ability to rob the Prime Minister's Mansion with a huge fortune." Zuo Wenyuan felt a chill on his back and fine and dense cold sweat on his forehead. Then he came back to his senses: "Your Highness, the King of War, what are you talking about? I don't understand!" Zuo Wenyuan clenched his fists in his sleeves.