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

Although he was nervous, Yun Ting pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Jin'an, he comes whenever he wants," he said, his eyes devoid of emotion, his mouth curled up, his tone full of self-mockery, "He leaves whenever he wants, how can I control him?"

The spies that Yun Ji planted in the palace were on the surface and had not penetrated into the Yangxin Palace. They could only obtain information about major events that shook the palace.

For example, which empress would sleep with him, which empress would be promoted, and as for the affairs of Jin An and Yun Ting, they did not know.

Limited by the single informant channel, Nan Yingzhi thought that Jin'an was just like Songcheng, a group of people who would do whatever they wanted and would not necessarily give face to the emperor.

But Nan Yingzhi, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, sensed something unusual from Yun Ting's calm and composed look.

She had to say that Yun Ting now gave her the feeling of a mother who openly belittled her child in front of outsiders but secretly praised him, and who would say "no, no" while secretly rejoicing when she heard others praising her.

For a mother like this who treats her child as a treasure, all she needs to do is coax him more.

Nan Yingzhi followed his wishes and said politely with a smile: "I have heard that Jin An has stood by your majesty at all costs and even saved your majesty several times. If he doesn't listen to your majesty, I am afraid no one will dare to claim to be obedient to your majesty."

Thinking of Jin An's several life-saving graces, Yun Ting was moved. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice to a calm tone: "Jin An is my bodyguard. It is his duty to sacrifice himself to save the master."

Nan Yingzhi realized that he was not unmoved but was intentionally hiding something, so she didn't continue the topic.

She flipped through the memorials on the chopping board and turned the conversation back to the farewell banquet tomorrow related to the expedition.

At the entrance of the Imperial Master’s Mansion.

A boy wearing a blue robe commonly used by people in the Imperial Master's Mansion was leaning against the door, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice, and dozing off.

Posted on the door was a sign in black characters on a red background written by the national master himself, "Do not disturb me unless it is fate." He slept so soundly that his saliva almost flowed onto the word "非".

Hearing the sound of horse hooves in the distance, the boy, who was originally soundly asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and cast his gaze like an arrow towards the person coming.

His eyes were clear, without any of the blurriness that comes from just waking up.

When he saw the three big words "National Master's Mansion", Ling Feng slowed down.

The Imperial Master liked quietness, and he was afraid that the horse would run too fast and make too much noise. However, even if he lowered the noise, it did not escape the ears of the gatekeeper boy.

It is expected that the imperial teacher in the palace had also heard it long ago.

Ling Feng got off his horse and smiled at the gatekeeper: "Little brother, I wonder if the Imperial Master is available right now?"

Seeing the boy nod, Ling Feng introduced himself to him: "I am Ling Feng from the Regent Palace. I came here to ask for advice. Please let me know, little brother."

"I know who you are," the boy looked him straight in the eye and said in a clear voice, "This is not your first time here."

Ling Feng was surprised that the little boy remembered his name. He had been here so many times but still didn't know the boy's name. He just called him "little brother", which made Ling Feng feel a little embarrassed.

He scratched his cheek and asked the boy's name: "You also remember my name, but I haven't asked yours yet. I'm sorry."

"No problem," the boy lowered his eyes and motioned him to come in, "I'm just a servant of the Imperial Master, why do I need you to know my name?"

Ling Feng wanted to say something, but the boy suddenly spoke up with a firm look in his eyes: "Since you insist on asking, I will tell you that my name is Mozhu, Mo for ink, and Zhu for bamboo."

"Mozhu," Lingfeng cupped his fist towards him, "Nice to meet you."

"Hurry in, the Imperial Master is waiting for you," Mo Zhu returned the greeting. He lowered his voice with a mysterious expression, "The old man has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He calculated that you would come at this time, but he couldn't see you, so he went crazy."

Ling Feng was a little surprised. Is the National Master such a person?

He always thought that the Imperial Master looked so confident of victory that he didn't care about anything else.

Feeling a rare hint of the Imperial Master's presence, Ling Feng was so shocked that he stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a while.

Only at Mo Zhu's urging did Ling Feng come back to his senses and step into the inner courtyard.

The Imperial Master was wearing a pine-frost-fronted, water-patterned blue shirt, sitting on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, stretching out his hand... to tease a patterned raccoon? !

The cat meowed twice, then obediently was held in his arms, squinting its eyes, looking very comfortable.

The Imperial Master had gentle features and looked relaxed, with none of the impatience that Mo Zhu had mentioned.

His peripheral vision caught sight of Ling Feng, and he seemed to be thinking: "Ling Feng, huh?"

Unexpectedly, the Imperial Master also remembered his name. Ling Feng was flattered and said, "It is me."

The Imperial Master chuckled and put the raccoon slave back on the ground. He fiddled with the chessboard in front of him and asked Ling Feng, "Do you know how to play chess?"

Knowing that the Imperial Master was a master of chess, Ling Feng could not help but show his timidity. He was not very confident about his chess skills. He stammered, "I know a little."

After a few breaths, the outcome of their chess game was decided.

"Ah," Ling Feng was so embarrassed after being completely defeated that he scratched his head and ears, "As expected, you are so awesome!"

Asking the boy to put away the chessboard, the Imperial Master said calmly, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Master Imperial Master," Ling Feng said carefully, "I came here for the prince."

He only predicted that Yun Ji had an adventure, but could not predict the specific events. When the Imperial Master heard this, his eyes narrowed and he said, "You tell me."

Ling Feng answered briefly: "The prince and a woman exchanged bodies."

"Exchange?" It was impossible to infer the whole story from just a few words, so the Imperial Master asked Ling Feng to elaborate, "Tell me in detail."

Lingfeng did as he was told and told the whole story of that day.

"On the second day of the Chinese New Year a few days ago, the prince went to the palace to visit the queen mother and was accidentally knocked down by the palace's South Beauty, now I should change her name to 'Lian Beauty'. Afterwards, the prince told me in person that they had swapped."

After thinking for a while, Ling Feng added: "From various details, it can be seen that the soul in the prince's body is completely another person."

The Imperial Master hesitated for a moment and replied, "I watched Qingchuan grow up. I will take care of his affairs, but this is his fate and he cannot escape it."

Ling Feng looked anxious: "Does the Imperial Master have any solution?"

"I need to see both of them at the same time to find out the situation," the Imperial Master frowned, "but one of them is a concubine and the other is the regent, so it's not easy for them to meet. Even if they meet, I won't be there."

Ling Feng thought for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fist with one hand and knocked it against the palm of his other hand: "Got it!"

The Imperial Master actually has many solutions. At worst, he can just carry "Beauty Lian" to the Regent's Palace.

Although it was out of line, he was able to do it without anyone noticing.

Looking at Lingfeng, the Imperial Master gave him a chance to perform without leaving any trace: "What do you mean?"

"They agreed to meet at the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet," Ling Feng was excited when he received the attention of the Imperial Master, "And you, don't you also want to go to the palace to pray for the Emperor?"

The Imperial Master smiled and said gently, "Well, go on."

"So," Ling Feng's mouth felt dry for some reason, "it's a good opportunity for you three to meet each other."

"That's a good idea," the Imperial Master nodded. "It just so happens that I haven't met Miss Nan yet. Let's meet her on that day."

"This kind of thing is very rare, but there seems to be such a legend in the martial arts world," the national teacher's eyes moved, "After understanding their situation, I plan to travel around, maybe I can find some clues."

Moved by the State Master's reliable appearance, Ling Feng burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you very much for your help, State Master!"

The Imperial Master put his hands behind his back and shook his head in a gentle and caring manner: "I have done my best."

Yunyou was traveling not entirely for Yunji, he also had his own reasons.

After all, he finally found that person's trace, so how could he let him go?

Ling Feng raised his eyes and accidentally caught a glimpse of the face of the boy who was tidying up the chessboard. It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it, but when he did, he was shocked.

Isn’t this boy Mo Zhu?

Ling Feng turned his head towards the mansion door with difficulty, and saw a figure nodding his head.

The posture is exactly the same as Mo Zhu's.

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Since Mo Zhu came to collect the chessboard, who was the person standing at the door? !

Lingfeng swallowed and tried hard not to show fear, but his trembling hands betrayed him.

He tried to call the Imperial Master stiffly, but found that the Imperial Master was... talking to the cat slave?!