Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and focused completely on the government affairs at hand, as if he had just casually mentioned a trivial matter.

When Chu Ziyu heard the word "Empress Dowager", his shoulders suddenly tightened, and the fragile shell of silence that he had been holding on to seemed to be shattered in an instant.

He stretched out his hand very slowly, picked up the ink stick, walked to the inkstone, and began to grind it bit by bit.

His movements were sluggish, and his drooping eyelashes hid any possible emotion that might be revealed. Only his knuckles, turned white from excessive force, revealed his forced submission.

The scent of ink gradually became stronger.

This went on for several days, with the sound of the wind quietly flowing between the red walls and yellow tiles.

The regent's change in attitude towards the young emperor quickly spread throughout the court like an undercurrent.

Everyone realized tacitly that the sky in this palace had changed.

Chu Ziyu was in the imperial study, looking through the letters sent by Wei Lin. There were originally dozens of letters, but this was the only one that could be delivered to him.

The letter implicitly reminded Chu Ziyu that the situation in the palace was complicated and he must be cautious. She said she would always stand by his side and emphasized that she was fine and not to worry.

The secondary personality is a person who will never give up on any flaw, so he found a reason.

Wei Lin was given the title of "Chief Commander of the Nine Gates Patrol Camp in the Capital" in a commendation that was actually a demotion. The decree emphasized that this position was related to the safety of the imperial capital and could only be held by a loyal and brave minister. It seemed that he was given great trust and military power.

However, both Chu Ziyu and anyone with a little insight in the court knew that this was a trap.

The commander-in-chief of the Nine-Gate Patrol Camp in the Capital Region has a loud title, but is actually embarrassing.

Although it is of high rank, it is located in the complex power gap of the capital.

It was under multiple jurisdictions: the Imperial Guards, the Jingzhao Yin, and even the direct agencies that took orders from the Regent could all make decisions about it.

This position seems to have military power, but in fact it is restricted in every way and can be blamed at any time. It is like dancing in a thorn bush and it is easy to be held accountable for minor mistakes.

"Tsk, the vinegar jar is overturned."

"Sir, Lin Ci'an's main personality is still dormant within him."

"Can you wake me up?"

"There is indeed a method, but... even if he awakens it, I'm afraid he will find it difficult to truly control this body."

"That's enough."

A notification from outside the hall interrupted Chu Ziyu's thoughts.

A eunuch dressed in the clothes of the Empress Dowager's palace came in with his head bowed, his voice shrill and clear.

"Your Majesty, may you be well. The Queen Mother has requested that Your Majesty come over to discuss a family matter."

He stood up silently and followed the eunuch out of the imperial study.

The palace road in winter is cold and long, and the cold wind blows through the vermilion palace walls, making a whistling sound.

Chu Ziyu straightened his robe, but his mind was not at all on the empress dowager's "family affairs". What kept circling in his mind was how clear-headed Lin Ci'an was.

He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that shortly after he left, a dark figure walked out of the side door silently and followed him from a distance.

Lin Ci'an's footsteps were as light as a ghost, and his figure cleverly used the shadows of the corridor columns and palace eaves to hide his tracks.

He looked at the thin, worried figure in front of him, and a hint of amusement appeared at the corner of his lips.

Of course he knew why the Queen Mother had suddenly summoned him.

He was even happy to see Chu Ziyu face the Queen Mother's demands.

This kind of exploitative pressure from close relatives is the most likely to erode a person's spirit.

Let him realize more clearly his isolation and helplessness, so that he can be more "sensible" and rely on the only controller.