My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

"Boss?" the driver asked outside, "Are we going back now?"

"Where are Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan?" Du Zheng asked.

"..." The driver hesitated, "It's gone. They say that only the dead can keep secrets."

Du Zheng was stunned.

If he had not come here today, after hearing the news, he might have just said "hmm" calmly.

But now, his heart has become soft.

Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan accompanied his father for half his life, took care of him for half his life, and spent the last eight years of their lives taking care of his son.

But they can only take care of Xiaosheng's life, but are unable to protect him or educate him.

Now Xiaosheng has a better home and their mission is accomplished.

They know that only the dead can truly keep secrets.

It's their choice.

This was also the path Du Zheng originally chose for them.

But he felt a little regretful at this moment. People like Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan should not die.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the flames of self-blame and hatred in his heart burned more and more fiercely.

……

The carriage slowly drove towards the city. The curtain was suddenly lifted and Li Mo jumped lightly onto the carriage.

"Brother!" He took out something tightly wrapped in silk cloth from his arms and placed it gently on the seat.

"What is this?" Du Zheng slowly raised his slightly red and swollen eyes.

"Open it and take a look." Li Mo had his usual evil smile on his lips.

Inside the package was a seal, about four inches in diameter, with five dragons crisscrossed on the top and eight characters "Mandate from Heaven, May You Live Long and Prosper" engraved on the front.

"The, the imperial seal?!" Du Zheng tried his best to suppress his inner shock, but still couldn't help but exclaim.

He looked at Li Mo in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Where did you get it from?"

Li Mo smiled faintly, "Haven't you been looking for this? Take a look first to see if it's real or fake."

Du Zheng turned up the lights in the carriage, looked around, and after half an incense stick of time, he said, "For so many years, no one has seen the real imperial seal. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, I can be sure that this is the Mo family's craftsmanship that has been lost for hundreds of years. This must be correct... Is this really the imperial seal of the Hengdu Empire that disappeared for eighty years?"

"It's fake!" Li Mo stretched his long legs forward and chuckled, "If I hadn't compared it with the real imperial seal, I would never have noticed it."

"what……"

"I hope this thing can allow you to live and watch Xiao Sheng grow up with your own eyes... As for how this thing came from, don't ask. You just have to come up with an excuse yourself."

Du Zheng sighed, "...I knew I couldn't hide anything from you..."

***

During this extra-long vacation, An Ran stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion all the time, except for listening to books and watching plays from time to time.

Although the stories about Lu Zhihe's fighting attracted her, she obviously preferred fighting with others herself.

The energetic Miss An plays with the five servants every day.

The five sacred beasts called her "Sister An" every day, which made Mei Xueer feel that her position was a little precarious.

In order to consolidate and enhance her majestic image as a master, Mei Xueer threw all of An Ran's "masterpieces" that she regarded as treasures into the fire.

An Ran pouted and wanted to cry at first, but she couldn't stand the tyranny of her master and finally surrendered.

Only after she heard her master say to her earnestly, "Your master's masterpiece will be published soon. Those are the stories that will be passed down through the ages," did she burst into laughter again.

Then, he happily went to fight with the five divine beasts.

So, in the past ten days, An Ran didn't learn anything about writing poetry, but she made great progress in the field of fighting, which she was already good at.

She is getting further and further away from her parents' expectations.

However, when one is in the Prime Minister's Residence, it is inevitable that one will run into Mei Jiayun sometimes.

Whenever she saw him, scenes of him with a bald head, uprooting a weeping willow, or beating a wooden fish with a head full of scars from ordination would appear in her mind. An Ran couldn't help wanting to laugh, but she didn't dare to share it with others. She felt very uncomfortable and her heart was always palpitating.

So, An Ran hid when she saw Mei Jiayun from a distance.

"Miss?" Nan Xing was a little confused, "Why does Miss An hide when she sees the young master?"

"Really?" Mei Xueer really didn't notice.

"Could it be that the young master did something to her?" Nan Xing seemed to have suddenly realized something.

"Go to hell!" Mei Xueer raised her hand, feeling that her technique of patting people on the head was becoming more and more skillful, "Brother, is he that kind of person?"

Nanxing: ...

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Shangyuan Festival.

An Ran got up before dawn and practiced Thunder Palm in the yard for an hour before Mei Xueer yawned and went out for a run.

"Master, I see that you have a pretty good physical condition. Why don't you try this Thunderbolt Palm?" An Ran said as she ran after her.

"Forget it, my hand hurts."

It's not like Mei Xue'er hasn't tried to practice before. The five divine beasts are often unreliable, and she has thought about it many times, wanting to practice a set of peerless martial arts, so that she can save her life at the critical moment.

But she was afraid of pain and fatigue, and every time her passion was high, she would pester the "experts" in the hospital to teach her, but she would give up the idea in less than half a day.

This cycle repeated itself over and over again, and finally the divine beasts no longer believed in her and were too lazy to teach her.

So she found an excuse for herself: it was the master who didn't teach, not the apprentice who didn't learn.

After breakfast, the yard was filled with people.

The princess + the young lady + the master + Mei Xueer said that they would take them to go shopping and have fun all day long until the lantern festival closed in the evening.

So, for several days in a row, everyone was looking forward to the Lantern Festival coming sooner.

Even Wendin came out with a cane and gritted teeth. He also said a long and heartfelt speech:

"I want to go too!"

So, the entire Jixuexuan staff, together with Mei Qianyue and Mei Jiayun, a group of more than ten people, drove two horse-drawn carriages and headed towards Xuanyuan Street, the busiest street in the capital.

Wen Bing was naturally Mei Xueer's exclusive driver. Wen Jia was about to ask Wen Wu to drive another car when Mei Xueer suddenly said, "Jia, you go. I remember the first time I met you, you were driving for me."

"I am a secret guard..." Wen Jia didn't finish his words, because he suddenly realized that if he said it in broad daylight in front of so many people, it would seem unbecoming of a secret guard.

Before he had time to feel sad, Wen Bing pushed him onto the bicycle frame.

So, Wen Bing took the women and Wen Jia took a group of men, and they set off!

They were harmonious when they set out, but once they reached the street and got off the carriage, this makeshift tour group began to quarrel over various differences of opinion.