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Zhang Lin stepped forward and said calmly:

"His Majesty has ordered me to bring a few words to Lord Shangguan."

"You've been busy with official duties lately, so please don't think about staying in bed, Lord Shangguan."

"Even if you were truly ill, His Majesty would have ordered this general to carry Lord Shangguan to Qianyang Palace."

"One more thing, Lord Shangguan must be present at tomorrow's grand court meeting."

"I have delivered my message. I will take my leave now."

After seeing Zhang Lin off, a look of indignation appeared on Shangguan Wan'er's pretty face.

"If you're not allowed to report being sick in bed, then don't report being sick in bed."

"No matter what the scene is tomorrow, I have to watch it to the end!"

She rolled her eyes at Zhang Lin's back, then turned around and went back to her house. After taking a shower and changing clothes in the bathroom, she drank some calming medicine and went to bed early.

There is no curfew outside yet, and most areas of the capital Luoyang are bustling at night.

Under the protection of several guards, Wu Zhao arrived at the former Prince Liang's Mansion, which had now changed its name.

A brand new signboard was hung on it with three big characters "Hanwang Mansion" written on it.

After pausing for a long time at the bottom of the stairs, Wu Zhao still hadn't made up her mind to go in and see her son Li Xian, whom she hadn't seen for many years.

Wu Zhao waited until the curfew was about to come, and then she returned to her own Xia Palace with her guards.

Their actions were seen clearly. After Huang Shengyan, who was in charge of Da Shuihe, heard the whole process, he immediately sent his commander to the palace to report to Li Cunxi.

How could anyone have the right to supervise the world? Naturally, this world includes not only the governors of the major states, but also the kings, princes, generals and ministers in Luoyang.

Queen Wu Zhao of Xia was naturally also within their supervision.

Under the cover of night, Commander Han Tong entered the Taichu Palace and, led by the Qianniu Guards, came to the imperial study.

At this time, the imperial study was brightly lit. Wu Yanhao was in tears as he frantically reviewed the government affairs left by Li Cunxi, while Li Cunxi was sitting nearby eating cakes brought by the palace servants.

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

Han Tong bowed to Li Cunxi with great respect.

"I remember you, Han Tong, the commander of Dashuihe. Your position in Dashuihe is second only to Huang Shengyan and Wu Xiang."

Li Cunxi recognized the commander Da Shuihe, who was a subordinate of Longfeng Yitang, at a glance and called out his name.

Han Tong was immediately pleasantly surprised: "It is me."

"Han Tong, you entered the palace in the middle of the night, but what happened?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty, that is so."

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Han Tong told the whole story of how Shangguan Wan'er had gone to the home of Wu Zhao, Queen of Xia, and then how Wu Zhao had wandered outside the Palace of the Prince of Han.

After listening to this, Li Cunxi laughed.

Everything is under control.

He knew that after Wu Zetian learned that Li Xian was not dead, she would inevitably go to visit Li Xian's family.

"I have to meet you..."

Li Cunxi stroked his chin, feeling like his brain was almost failing.

In the past, he could easily make things turn out the way he wanted, but now he can't come up with a complete plan at the last minute.

It was a bit of a miscalculation.

Fortunately, there was someone watching nearby.

"Yanhao, don't rush to deal with government affairs. Come over here and let's have a chat."

Wu Yanhao: ?? ???? ? ???? ??!!

"Your Majesty, that is my great-aunt."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on!"

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At three quarters past ten o'clock, Zhang Jianzhi returned to his residence.

Outside the door, as usual, the doorman was guarding carefully and the guards were on duty seriously.

Once he entered the vermilion lacquered gate, everything was completely different. The yard was deathly silent, and the servants who should have greeted him didn't even dare to raise their heads.

The flickering candlelight in the main hall revealed a figure. It was obvious that the figure was a general. He was wearing heavy armor and a helmet similar in color to the Qianniu Guards.

Zhang Jianzhi was frightened and stopped far away, looking at the figure inside.

The person inside had his back to the outside, probably admiring the calligraphy that Zhang Jianzhi had received from Di Renjie.

As a student and friend of Di Renjie, Zhang Jianzhi obtained many calligraphy works from Di Renjie, and also got many authentic works of calligraphy from the pre-Tang Dynasty, which he would open and take a closer look at from time to time.

Zhang Jianzhi stopped for less than two sips of tea before he laughed again.

"It's a blessing, not a curse."

He walked into the main hall with his hands behind his back and clasped his fists towards the general.

"Which general came here in the middle of the night?"

Ma Rong and others were almost dozing off, but when they heard Zhang Jianzhi's voice, they instantly became alert. He turned around and glanced at Zhang Jianzhi, acting as kind as ever.

Compared to Ma Rong's gentleness, Zhang Jianzhi was surprised.

"So it's General Ma. I wonder if General Ma came here on His Majesty's orders, or what?"

Ma Rong took something out of his arms and casually placed it on the table beside him.

"If I hadn't been busy with official business, I would have liked to have a cup of tea. However, after delivering this and meeting with Lord Zhang, I have to go back and report, so I won't bother you any more."

He let go of his hand, and the unopened letter appeared completely in Zhang Jianzhi's sight.

The moment Zhang Jianzhi saw the envelope, he immediately lost his composure.

He was very familiar with that envelope.

That was what he asked the servants in his mansion to give to Prince Zhang Huai in Yangzhou!

But Prince Zhanghuai entered Luoyang today, and the letter was not delivered to the other party!

"Lord Zhang," Ma Rong called gently, "Your Majesty said he didn't know what the contents of this letter were, but he guessed it was probably a greeting. Your Majesty is very pleased that you show such concern for the King of Han."

Zhang Jianzhi's face was pale and his hands hidden behind his back were trembling slightly.

Ma Rong acted as if he didn't see it and continued:

"Your Majesty also said that from now on, when you want to greet the King of Han, you don't need to send a letter to Yangzhou. The Prince of Han's Palace is the Prince of Liang's Palace of the past, which was once owned by Mang Sansi. You can go there to greet the King of Han."

"The King of Han probably won't leave Luoyang for the next few decades."

After Ma Rong finished speaking, he looked at the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

He was a connoisseur of valuables. The main hall of Zhang Jianzhi's mansion was hung with Yan Liben's calligraphy, which only shows that Zhang Jianzhi was also a connoisseur of valuables.

However, hanging calligraphy in the main hall is not something Zhang Jianzhi could do.

"I really like this calligraphy. I must get some of it to keep at home so that I can look more cultured."

Ma Rong walked out with his sword at his waist, but stopped after walking down the stairs.

"Lord Zhang, His Majesty has great confidence in you. The position of Minister of the Imperial Household is extremely important. You must take your responsibilities seriously."

"Thank you, General Ma, for the reminder." Zhang Jianzhi was extremely bitter.

He turned around and personally sent Ma Rong out of the mansion. He returned to the main hall and picked up the letter. Only then did he realize that there was a page of paper under the envelope.

There were only four words on the paper, and the writing was not beautiful, which was very different from those of the old calligraphers who had been immersed in it for many years.

Zhang Jianzhi could tell at a glance that the handwriting was Li Cunxi's.

"The mind is like a mirror."