After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

"What are you talking about, both of you?"

A third person's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the two people's whispering.

The two of them turned pale with fear and immediately fell silent. When they looked up, they saw that it was Nian Chengyun, the Crown Princess's father. They felt even more guilty, as if they had been caught speaking ill of someone.

"Nian... Prime Minister Nian." They didn't dare to look directly at Prime Minister Nian.

Nian Chengyun heard what the two had just said, but he didn't bother with them. He gave them a warning look and walked into the Yangxin Palace with his robe.

The two were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat in the heavy snow, and they both looked towards the rocking chair in the inner corridor with fear on their faces.

Nian Chengyun walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation and saw a huge floor-to-ceiling screen from afar, just five steps away from the dragon throne. He knew very well what was behind the screen.

He sighed and walked closer to the dragon table.

Qin Junyu raised his eyes and glanced at him, without stopping the pen in his hand, "Father-in-law."

Nian Chengyun glanced over to the side and saw Nian Susu lying on the couch, covered with a thick blanket, with a calm expression on his face.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Qin Junyu raised his eyes again, noticed where Nian Chengyun's gaze was, and looked in that direction as well.

His voice was hoarse: "Lingling's situation is still the same as before."

Nian Chengyun thought about it and was actually preparing to persuade him to remove the couch, because many ministers had opinions about this and spread very unpleasant words in private, which were even more excessive than those of the two guards at the door.

But seeing Qin Junyu's distraught look, he swallowed his words back.

"The procedures for the emperor to return to the palace have been prepared and he can set off at any time."

Qin Junyu retracted his gaze and returned to his usual indifference. "Did they say anything?"

A few days ago, he asked Nian Chengyun to spread the news that the emperor had been found and was locked up by the queen's people. Although it was just some groundless information, it was enough for them to imagine.

Nian Chengyun: "Most people think that the disappearance of the emperor was the work of the queen, which was expected. After all, the queen had locked the emperor in the Yangxin Palace before that."

"There are still a small number of people who question its authenticity, but it didn't cause much trouble."

Qin Junyu nodded.

Nian Chengyun hesitated for a while, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

Qin Junyu took up his pen and dipped it in cinnabar, and wrote on the memorial, saying in a calm tone: "Father-in-law, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

During his more than half a month on duty in the Yangxin Palace, Nian Chengyun was the person he met with the most times and had the longest conversations with, and he was also the person he trusted the most.

Nian Chengyun sighed, his eyes becoming ambiguous, "The imperial physician examined the emperor's pulse a few days ago and said that he may not survive this winter, maybe even in the next few days. Your Highness, please make plans early."

This was a hint for him to bring the emperor back to the palace as soon as possible, or at least let him leave in the palace where he had lived for decades.

Qin Junyu thought for a moment and nodded.

Before leaving, Nian Chengyun glanced at Nian Susu again, helplessness clearly written on his face.

Nian Susu's spirit slowly floated in front of her body. It was the seventh day since Qin Junyu moved her to the Yangxin Palace. After looking at her for a long time, it felt like she was looking at a stranger instead of herself. This feeling was very strange.

If this continues, she will forget what it feels like to be alive.

Qin Junyu was very serious when reviewing memorials. Sometimes he would take a break when he was tired, and his way of resting was to run to the couch and talk to her.

During this period of time, she heard a lot of Qin Junyu's true words, such as he had a good impression of her when he moved into the prime minister's residence while investigating the serial murder case, that he thought she liked Xuan Ji, that he once regarded Jingzhe as a rival in love, and that he thought she was an excellent woman and felt inferior when getting along with her.

When you like someone, you will feel inferior. Nian Su Su also has this feeling.

In short, Qin Junyu told her when she was unconscious things that she couldn't hear normally, and Nian Susu always laughed while listening to them.

He accompanied her in his own way, and she accompanied him in places he couldn't see.

Qin Junyu's rest time was very short. After talking for a while, he had to go back to his workbench to correct the piles of papers on his desk.

Ah Falcon suddenly came, his face was uglier than usual, and his words were not very pleasant: "Your Highness, Qin Zehai wants to see you, and has been making a fuss for several days. The guards reported that he cursed and swore in the cell all day long, which was unbearable to hear. They asked Your Highness if you want to take some measures to make Qin Zehai behave himself."

Qin Junyu pondered for a moment and decided to meet Qin Zehai.

A Shun was ordered by Qin Junyu to send Nian Susu back to the East Palace, so he did not go to the Punishment Department together.

Nian Su Su followed and floated away.

She is now proficient in using techniques such as floating, flashing and passing through walls. When necessary, she can also let Qin Junyu sense her presence, although Qin Junyu thinks it is his illusion most of the time.

Penalties Division.

Qin Zehai was locked up alone in a secret room with two doors. The first one was an iron door with two locks. The keys were in the hands of two people, and it could not be opened with only the key of one of them. The second one was an ordinary fence door, but it was also locked with an iron lock. The key to this door was in the hands of Qin Junyu.

After opening the first door, Qin Junyu entered the secret room but did not open the second door. Two guards were guarding not far away.

Qin Zehai sat with his back to the prison door, looking thin, ragged, and unkempt. His glorious image was no longer there.

"Uncle, I heard that you wanted to see me?" Qin Junyu spoke to break the silence.

Hearing this, Qin Zehai moved his head and looked back at him. The look in his eyes hidden under his black hair was extremely terrifying, like a hungry tiger seeing a sheep, ready to eat him alive.

Qin Junyu remained calm, "Uncle, just speak frankly. I am very busy and don't have time to waste with you."

Qin Zehai stood up by supporting himself on the ground, and walked towards the prison door with one foot light and one foot heavy. He grabbed the bars with his hands covered in mud. He pressed his face between two pieces of wood, so that his facial features were squeezed out, but his head could not pass through the gap and was stuck there.

He looked Qin Junyu up and down at his attire. He saw that he was still wearing the crown prince's regular clothes and was not in mourning. He couldn't help but sneer, "My nephew, it's been nearly a month. Why haven't you ascended the throne yet?"

"Could it be that the dosage given by the Queen was not strong enough, and my royal brother was lucky enough to survive?" There was a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Qin Zehai was locked in a secret room and knew nothing about what was happening outside. He probably didn't know that the queen was burned to death in the sky prison, and naturally didn't know that the emperor was missing. He was now in charge of the government.

Qin Junyu didn't intend to tell him everything.

He sneered, "Father is a man of good fortune. If you survive a great disaster, you will surely have good fortune in the future. I won't bother you, uncle."

Qin Zehai's facial features became distorted. He pulled his head out, slid down to the ground, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "He is not dead... How is it possible..."