I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

"I need to think about this matter again. If everything is confirmed, I wonder if Brother Zhou is willing to join me?"

After hearing Wen Ji's words, Zhou Linsu hesitated. If it was anything else, it would be fine, but since it only involved his own affairs, Zhou Linsu believed that he would have no objection. However, if he followed Zhou Linsu, he was afraid that he would have to devote all his family's efforts.

The Zhou family’s foundation in Beijing is already shallow. If this matter fails, the Zhou family will really not be able to survive.

As the saying goes, it is better to be safe than sorry. Zhou Linsu did not have the confidence and courage to put his entire family on the line.

Zhou Linsu had no choice but to withdraw from this gamble.

Wen Ji also knew his family background and did not force it, "I understand, Brother Zhou, don't be embarrassed."

Zhou Linsu hesitated twice but finally did not give in. She stood up and said goodbye.

Wen Ji did not stay long, as he still had some things to do and would be busy in the future.

The first thing Li Zhao did after returning to Beijing was to go to the gate of Feng’s house with the manuscript of the Prime Minister.

After what happened last time, although Feng Ji's opinion of Li Zhao had changed a little, he was still resentful about Li Zhao's threat to him, so when he saw Li Zhao, he did not hide his disgust at all.

Li Zhao ignored his performance and without saying a word, he placed the letters from Wen Xiang and others in front of Feng Ji.

Feng Ji glared at him unhappily, but he also knew that Li Zhao would not come to him for no reason. However, after opening the letter, he was dumbfounded.

Wen Xiang's letter only contained a few simple words, but it told everyone not to make a big fuss about the Fengshan issue.

Feng Ji was unusually confused. After all, this matter was most closely related to the Wen family. After all, the person to be replaced was none other than the daughter of the Wen family.

However, the Minister of Literature personally wrote a letter asking those involved in the matter to stop objecting and instead obey Xiao Heng's orders.

Li Zhao met Feng Ji's surprised and angry gaze and nodded without saying a word. The anger in Feng Ji's chest seemed to be stuck there like a shell, unable to go up or down.

After a while, Feng Jicai spoke: "I know about this matter. I will convey the Minister's intention."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhao smiled and thanked him, left the letter in Feng Ji's hand, turned around and left.

He knew clearly that he did not go to the Wen family immediately after receiving the letter. Now that Prime Minister Wen was no longer in the court, his son was not capable of taking on the important task. Even if one of his grandchildren had some abilities, seniority was more important than ability in the court.

There is no way a young boy who has just started out can be the boss of a group of elders who are on close terms with his grandfather and father.

At this time, the only person with the highest power in the court was Feng Ji, who also happened to be the one who voiced the most opposition on this matter.

Feng Ji was a resolute person, and Li Zhao had long understood this. He threatened that although doing things was pleasing to the body and mind, it was not easy to continue for a long time. What if the other party was forced into a corner one day and did something desperate, wouldn't everything he had done fall apart?

Li Zhao would never sow such a disaster for himself, so he would either cut the weeds at their roots or live in harmony with them.

He didn't mind using some despicable tricks occasionally against those he didn't care about, but he didn't want to, nor dared to, do that to Feng Ji.

As for what Wen Xiang thinks about this matter, perhaps no one knows except Wen Xiang himself.

Perhaps it is because the old man is reluctant to leave his younger generation, so he has to compromise?

Or he knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and any further struggle would not only be futile, but would also give Xiao Heng a reason to reorganize, and by then it would be more trouble than gain.

After all, the Prime Minister is an old man who has reached the age of 60 and has a much better understanding of human nature than these young people. Perhaps that is why the Prime Minister is becoming increasingly tired of dealing with the dirty work in the court.

Li Zhao understood that as long as Feng Ji nodded, his mission would be accomplished, so even though the sky was beginning to darken, he still decided to go to the palace.

In order to make it convenient for Li Zhao to enter the palace and report to him at any time, Xiao Heng gave Li Zhao a token, which was the only token, allowing him to enter and leave the palace at will.

Li Zhao walked all the way to the imperial study without any obstruction. Xiao Heng was still inside dealing with memorials for this matter.

The eunuch went in to report, and Li Zhao followed him in without waiting for long.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!" Li Zhao knelt down and saluted.

"Get up!" Xiao Heng said without even raising his head.

Li Zhao's expression did not change at all. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, you can raise this issue again at the morning court tomorrow. I don't think there will be many people who will stop you."

Hearing this, Xiao Heng finally shifted his gaze from the memorials to Li Zhao's face. He pointed to a pile of memorials on his left and said, "These memorials are all blaming Su Zhaoyi and me! Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Your Majesty will understand at the court tomorrow morning." Li Zhao said calmly, and did not give in at all in the face of Xiao Heng.

"Okay! If this matter goes smoothly in the court tomorrow, I will immediately issue an order for you to do what you want."

"Yes!" Li Zhao knelt down to thank the emperor. Xiao Heng waved his hand and asked him to get up. It was already late outside and the lights in the palace should have been lit.

When the lights were first lit, there were inevitably some places that were not illuminated. After thinking it over, Xiao Heng decided to let him stay in the palace for one night.

Li Zhao declined Xiao Heng's proposal without saying a word, and Xiao Heng had no choice but to let him go.

After leaving the palace, Li Zhao did not return to his residence to rest, but walked all the way to the Dali Temple.

The imperial prison was located in a corner of the huge Dali Temple. There was nothing in the cell except a small hole next to the roof which could barely be called a window.

Many more cells didn't even have this little light.

Li Zhao stood outside a cell, looking through the iron bars at the man lying on the straw inside. He waved his hand and immediately a bailiff came forward and opened the door of the cell.

Li Zhao walked in and saw a person lying on the ground, motionless, looking like he was dead or unconscious.

Li Zhao kicked lightly twice, but the other party did not respond at all. Instead, a little blood stained the upper of his shoe.

The bailiffs stepped forward and lifted the man up. Li Zhao stretched out his hand and lifted the man's hair, and soon he heard a faint breathing sound.

It seems that this man is really lucky.

The yamen runners behind him tied the man to the rack again. This time, Li Zhao did not rush to act. He took out a piece of paper from his arms and read it to the man word by word.

Before he could finish, the man's expression had completely changed, but his hands and feet were tied tightly and he couldn't move. Even if he was angry in his heart, he had to endure it.