They are all concubines, so of course they choose the future emperor.

After a period of time, peace returned to the backyard of Prince Jing's Mansion.

Two days ago, the emperor suddenly issued an edict, asking Prince Jing to work in the Ministry of War. Although there was no specific official position, it was a great thing for Prince Jing.

As an adult prince, whether he would be favored by the emperor depended on what kind of assignment the emperor assigned to him.

Prince of Qi Li Jian, the eldest son of the emperor, had been given the job two years ago.

He joined the Ministry of Rites.

Prince Ding Li Lai, the second son of the emperor, was kicked out of the race for the throne early on because of his intellectual disability. The emperor did not have many requirements for him and gave him many imperial farms and shops, all of which were private property, just to let him have no worries about food and drink and enjoy his old age.

Now, it is Prince Jing Li Ce's turn.

Originally, there were many speculations in the court about how the emperor would arrange for Prince Jing, but no one expected that the emperor would directly let him enter the Ministry of War!

As a result, Prince Jing's Mansion was particularly lively these days.

Every day, there are countless people coming to visit, give gifts, and ask for favors.

Most of them can be blocked, but there are always some people who are related to us in a roundabout way and cannot be refused.

The princess was so busy dealing with these people every day that she had no time to discipline her concubines.

Amidst this bustle, Luo Qingqing ended her confinement and finally appeared in public again.

Originally, it didn't have much impact on Jiang Wanyue.

Luo Qingqing had never had any overt conflicts with her before, and the two had even only met a few times.

But what was unexpected was that Luo Qingqing came to intercept on the first day of her comeback.

That afternoon, Prince Jing sent someone to Wutong Courtyard to deliver a message, saying that he would come over in the evening.

Jiang Wanyue was ready, but when the time came, Prince Jing's men were nowhere to be seen.

Upon inquiring, it was said that Prince Jing had gone to Luo Qingqing's place.

Prince Jing probably felt bad about it, so he asked Rong An to send a lot of things over the next day.

Jiang Wanyue sneered.

Does Luo Qingqing think that Jiang Wanyue is easy to bully?

She doesn't dare to rob other people, so she only dares to rob her own?

In that case, don't blame her for fighting back.

Jiang Wanyue narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, then waved to call Mi'er.

"Please collect these two pieces of jewelry and the two sets of clothes and send them to Huanxiyuan."

Mier thought she had heard it wrong.

"Huanxiyuan? Auntie, are you sure, it's Huanxiyuan?"

Jiang Wanyue nodded, looking calm.

"Mrs. Xie must be feeling depressed because she has been confined for so long. You are good at talking, so you can tell her about the interesting things that happened recently."

Mi'er was stunned at first, then after blinking a few times, she suddenly realized.

Then she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I will tell Auntie Xie everything that happened to the other aunties in the mansion these days, no matter how big or small."

After saying that, she walked out holding the things that Jiang Wanyue pointed to, and did not forget to shout for help.

Soon, Xiuchun came in with a bowl of medicine.

"Do you really want to pull Aunt Xie out? But she treated you like that in the past, and she always went against you. I am really angry about that."

Jiang Wanyue took the medicine bowl, sniffed it, and said casually.

"There are no eternal enemies or friends in this world, especially in the backyard of the palace. What Xie Lanxi did in the past did not cause serious consequences. The princess only confined her to her house. She will come out one day."

"Then there's no need for you to help her, right?"

"You don't understand, Xiuchun. Have you noticed the people who came to the palace to give gifts these days? Some of the gifts are specially for Xie Lanxi."

Xiuchun was puzzled: "So what? He is just using Aunt Xie's name to get close to the palace."

"No, that's different."

Jiang Wanyue put down the bowl, her eyes gleaming.

"Those families all have people leading troops outside. The prince is now in charge of the Ministry of War. The Ministry of War does not have the power to mobilize troops, but it is in charge of the baggage and food and the promotion and demotion of officials in various places. If those people want something from the prince, they can just say it directly. What does it have to do with Xie Lanxi? If they want to get close to her, they should give gifts to the people around the princess."

Xiuchun looked thoughtful.

Jiang Wanyue stood up, took the bowl of medicine and walked to a pot of chrysanthemums, pouring half the bowl of medicine into the pot.

"Xie family, it's time to get up."

The cozy and warm house suddenly became chilly because of these words.

That evening, Prince Jing returned to the study in the front yard after leaving the government office. He threw his cloak aside, sat in the armchair, and put his feet on the desk.

Rong An came over.

"Your Highness, the kitchen has prepared a pot and some freshly slaughtered mutton. Should we ask them to serve it now?"

Prince Jing hummed.

Rong An gestured to the people behind him, asking them to go down and make arrangements. He then walked behind Prince Jing and massaged his shoulders.

"Your Majesty has worked hard today."

Prince Jing snorted, "I disliked those cunning old men in the Ministry of War when I was at the border before. Now they want to trip me up again. They make excuses when I want to see some accounts, or they make up some lies to fool people. Do they really think I am a loser like Li Jian? Do you think you can fool me with such a small trick?"

Rong An increased his strength a little and nodded repeatedly.

"Your Majesty is wise and powerful, so it's no problem for you to deal with a few petty officials from the Ministry of War. But it's also true that those petty officials are so bold that they dare to go against you, Your Majesty?!"

"They are not being daring, they are just seeking favors from my good brothers." Prince Jing sneered, "Li Jian must have been involved in this."

Rong An didn't dare to say this.

The prince couldn't stand the King of Qi, or rather, he hated it extremely, but he was still the King of Qi after all.

Rong An was a little gentle.

Prince Jing waved his hand, put down his legs and sat up straight.

"Okay, you should take a break too!"

Rong An quickly withdrew his hand and stood aside.

After finishing his dinner, Prince Jing still had no time to spare and continued to be busy.

Although the matter of the Ministry of War is a bit troublesome, it is not urgent at this moment. On the contrary, the matter of transferring generals to the border proposed by the court today is more worthy of attention.

After Prince Jing returned to the capital, he handed over his military power.

At that time, he knew very well that his father would be pleased with his achievements, but he would not believe him immediately and would definitely test him. So in the past two years, he did nothing except taking in a few concubines.

After waiting for two years, I finally gained my father's trust.

Since my father has asked him to join the Ministry of War, he still wants him to be in charge of the army. Of course, it is unlikely that he will fight on the battlefield like before, but some of the military power will be returned to him.

This requires careful planning.

He spread out the paper and wrote down a few names. After frowning and thinking for a while, he crossed out two and put a dot under the last name.

Then, his brows relaxed, he threw away his pen, crumpled up the paper and threw it into the charcoal brazier.

The charcoal fire instantly rose up, opened its huge flaming mouth, and swallowed up all the words on the paper.

Rong An, who was standing nearby, saw this and hurried forward. He used tongs to poke at the ashes and broke them into pieces, leaving no trace of words.