Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

"Yeah," Ling Yu scratched his head, recalling what Song Cheng had just told him about his purpose, "It seems to be to submit a memorial."

"Submit the memorial?" Nan Yingzhi closed his eyes and conducted a small-scale analysis, "I urged him for a long time before he handed it over. He didn't send anyone but went there in person.

"Well, are you here to apologize to me under the pretext of delivering a memorial? Or to tell me something? Or to provoke me? This is really a question..."

"No one comes to visit you for no reason," she concluded, and opened her eyes faintly, "Forget it, let him in."

Ling Yu turned around like a whirlwind and was about to run out: "Okay!"

"and many more!"

Nan Yingzhi suddenly spoke up and called him to stop.

Lingyu turned back in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Bring me a bowl of ginger soup," Nan Yingzhi trusted the tips for keeping away the cold she had seen online before, "It should be a little spicy."

Although she felt that this request was inexplicable, Ling Yu nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, then I'll ask Lord Song to wait in the front hall and ask the cook to make a bowl of ginger soup first."

The ginger soup was quickly brought over. Knowing that the longer this kind of Chinese medicine stayed in the mouth, the more bitter it would be, Nan Yingzhi picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Here," Ling Feng handed her some clean water, "rinse your mouth."

In fact, the taste of ginger lingering in her mouth made Nan Yingzhi feel at ease, because it was like there was a guard following her every step of the way, protecting her safety.

But since she was going to meet Song Cheng later, Nan Yingzhi needed to rinse off the smell of ginger due to etiquette.

Song Cheng waited in the front hall for a long time and finally saw the little brother who brought him in again.

Song Cheng had never been treated so coldly before. He secretly sighed at the regent's clever tactics. He hurriedly asked Ling Yu, "Is the prince willing to see me?"

Lingyu watched Nan Yingzhi rinse her mouth and eat some candied fruit before coming out. He nodded and said seriously, "Yes."

Song Cheng inexplicably felt that this servant of the Regent's Palace exuded an aura that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Thinking about the purpose of this visit, Song Cheng lowered his voice and asked Ling Yu: "Excuse me, why did the Regent King not want to see me just now?"

Of course Lingyu would not be so foolish as to say "The prince is not feeling well", he said it in a different way, but the meaning was almost the same: "The prince is not feeling well."

Song Cheng could tell that Ling Yu was unwilling to reveal more, so he shut up and said nothing more.

Lingyu led Song Cheng into the house, then bowed and walked out of the mansion.

Feeling the pressure from the Regent, Song Cheng lowered his head and greeted Nan Yingzhi: "Greetings, Regent. How are you!"

"Yeah," Nan Yingzhi responded indifferently, and turned to show concern for Song Cheng, "Are you doing well?"

Unexpectedly, he would also be cared for by the Regent. Not knowing whether the Regent was setting a trap for him, Song Cheng replied fearfully, "It's all right, it's all right."

"Well, as long as you are fine," Nan Yingzhi seemed to have some hidden meaning in her words, "After all, it is useless for me to be well alone. Only when everyone is well, can it be truly good."

Song Cheng didn't understand why the Regent said this. He felt inexplicably uneasy. Could it be that the Regent saw the purpose of his visit?

Also, why did he suddenly become concerned about my well-being?

This behavior is scary when it comes from the Regent.

"Sit down," Nan Yingzhi motioned Song Cheng to sit down, then took a sip of tea to moisten her throat. She said in a natural tone, "What do you want from me?"

"I have already drafted the memorial that Your Highness asked me to prepare." Song Cheng raised his butt just as it touched the edge of the chair. He stretched out his hand, handed over the memorial and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Please take a look, Your Highness."

Lingfeng took the memorial, checked it, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, presented it to Nan Yingzhi.

"Well done," Nan Yingzhi glanced over the memorial and suddenly changed the subject: "It just took too long. The Minister of Revenue had already submitted the memorial before you."

Nan Yingzhi put down his memorial and asked, "If I remember correctly, you two accepted the mission together this morning, right? How come he is so much faster than you?"

Song Cheng was frightened by her low voice and broke out in a cold sweat. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is right."

Nan Yingzhi did not reply immediately. She silently recorded Song Cheng's breathing rate with her ears.

After waiting for a long time, until Song Cheng's breathing became rapid and he was obviously panicking, she slowly expressed her forgiveness: "This won't happen again."

There was no response for a long time, and Song Cheng's heart was in his throat.

Finally hearing Nan Yingzhi's voice, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He fell to the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not blaming me!"

During this nearly quarter of an hour, he thought about all the interactions between himself and the Regent. God knows how anxious he felt!

Like the ever-changing lake water, Nan Yingzhi uttered these four words coldly, and her tone became gentle again: "So, why do you want to see me?"

After the suffocating silence just now, Song Cheng didn't dare to talk nonsense with Nan Yingzhi anymore. He got straight to the point: "I wonder what the prince thinks of the current situation?"

Nan Yingzhi raised her eyebrows. What is the current situation? Are you asking me what I think?

The Beishuo army was approaching from outside the country, and the three factions of the DPRK and the Central Government were fighting each other inside the country, and fighting was going on everywhere.

It was just a time of war, with internal and external troubles rampant.

Knowing that she couldn't discuss the court's affairs casually, Nan Yingzhi asked Song Cheng cautiously, "What do you think?"

Song Cheng did not play by the rules and give some insincere flattery. He shook his head at the floor in annoyance.

“I think that Dali is like a tall building whose foundation is broken. A building thousands of feet high is built on the ground, but if the foundation is not stable, how can it be called a tall building?

"Now, the various forces in the court are complicated and the situation is changing rapidly. Those who want to do practical things cannot display their talents, while those who want to make money are making a lot of money," Song Cheng sighed, "The building is about to collapse!"

Although she agreed with Song Cheng's words, Nan Yingzhi just listened silently without expressing much.

She used to be a person who was extremely sensitive to emotions. She couldn't help but dig deep into every word others said, commonly known as internal friction.

On the day her mother passed away, she locked herself in the room, cried until she almost fainted, and then she realized something.

Apart from life and death, everything else is trivial.

Since it is a trivial matter, why bother about it?

Life is short, so why not just live happily? Why bother about what others think or do?

From then on, Nan Yingzhi no longer had any extreme emotions towards anything other than life and death.

However, this has both advantages and disadvantages. To put it nicely, it is "everyone is drunk but I am sober"; to put it bluntly, it is like a big pig's hoof with a heart sealed with cement.

I have to admit that this is most likely the reason why she is still single.

Nan Yingzhi knew it, but she was not willing to change herself to please others.

It's not realistic to be cold all the time, so most of the time, she would choose to perform, like now.

Feeling that Song Cheng was overly excited, Nan Yingzhi soberly reminded him: "Song Cheng, be careful with your words."

Song Cheng didn't come here to complain, but seeing that the Regent was willing to listen, he couldn't help but talk more.

He obediently shut up, took out a note he had already written from his sleeve and handed it to Lingfeng.

Lingfeng checked it as usual and found nothing unusual, so he passed the note to Nan Yingzhi.

It gets dark quickly in autumn. When I closed the window just now, the room was still bright, but now it has become dim.

In order to let Nan Yingzhi see the words clearly, Lingfeng took the fire starter and lit the lamp beside the table.

With the candlelight, the room suddenly became bright.

The note didn't say much, and the handwriting was very beautiful. Nan Yingzhi's eyesight was not bad, and with the help of the light, she quickly read the contents of the note.

Understanding Song Cheng's intention, Nan Yingzhi felt hot sweat on her back, which dripped down her spine drop by drop.