Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

A single word escaped from his pale lips, as light as a sigh, yet so heavy as if it had exhausted all his strength.

Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank slightly. The expected more intense resistance or despair did not come. Instead, this too quick and cold obedience made him feel a subtle uneasiness in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed the emotion - after all, his goal had been achieved.

"Your Highness is wise."

The blackening value is reduced by 20%, and the current blackening value is 40%.

Lin Ci'an loosened his grip, took a half step back, and resumed his posture as a subject, but the paranoia and possession in his eyes remained unchanged.

From that day on, a strange and close alliance was formed.

Chu Ziyu no longer resisted Lin Ci'an's approach, and even acquiesced to some of his inappropriate and possessive actions.

In front of others, he was still the noble and aloof Third Prince, but when he was alone and facing Lin Ci'an, he would become unusually silent and submissive, like a delicate puppet that had lost its soul.

Lin Ci'an, on the other hand, began to assist Chu Ziyu with all his might.

Surprisingly, Lin Ci'an's methods became extremely sophisticated and precise, as if he could predict the future.

He could always foresee the prince's movements in advance and strike accurately at his followers;

He can point out which officials appear neutral but harbor evil intentions, and he can win over those seemingly insignificant but crucial figures;

He could even predict certain natural and man-made disasters in advance, allowing Chu Ziyu to make arrangements in advance and win the hearts of the people.

After handling a difficult canal transportation corruption case, Lin Ci'an looked at Chu Ziyu adding another political achievement to his name, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

Chu Ziyu's power expanded at an unprecedented rate.

The court officials who originally supported the prince began to waver, neutral officials began to wait and see or even defect, and even the emperor looked at Chu Ziyu with a bit more appreciation and contemplation.

Over the past year, the prince's power was gradually eroded and disintegrated. The former crown prince was eventually deposed for "treason" and imprisoned in the clan house.

The court was in a state of flux, and the originally low-profile Third Prince Chu Ziyu gradually became the popular choice for his increasingly evident virtue and talent.

On the night when the old emperor passed away, the palace was filled with solemnity and mourning.

Lin Ci'an personally led his confidants to control the palace restrictions, and all possible variables were silently nipped in the bud.

Chu Ziyu was dressed in mourning and took the imperial seal in front of the coffin, his face showing a calm expression without any sadness or joy.

A few days later in the afternoon, the scent of sandalwood curled up in the imperial study, but it could not dispel the dull and depressing feeling brought about by the mountains of memorials.

Chu Ziyu sat behind a large rosewood desk, holding a red brush in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, looking completely focused and diligent in serving the people.

The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on his bright yellow uniform, highlighting the distinct lines of his profile and making his expression focused and... tired.

Another memorial requesting funding for floods in the south was carefully reviewed and put down.

He exhaled lightly and rubbed his eyebrows.

However, my heart was already wailing.

(6872, this emperor is really not worthy of being a human being!)

(Why can’t I finish reviewing this memorial?)

(My fingers are about to break from writing!)

(My eyes will go blind!)

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(Take care of yourself!)

If this continues, I will die suddenly on this throne!

(We need to find a way.)

(We must find a way!)

His eyes seemed to glance downwards unintentionally.

Lin Ci'an did not wait in the outer hall like other important ministers, but was allowed to set up a small desk in the imperial study.

It is euphemistically called "consulting on political affairs at any time", but in reality it is surveillance and control.

At this moment, Lin Ci'an was also lowering his head to process some of the documents that passed through his hands. He looked serious and occasionally raised his eyes to look in the direction of the dragon throne.

(No, this can’t go on. Whoever wants to do the hard labor can do it. I have to let him get me out…at least temporarily.)