Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 503

If you believe it, you can save my emperor's life; if you don't believe it, I will do my best to save my emperor's life.

Emperor Mingde was greatly shocked when he heard this.

If the little girl had not been so gifted as to become Huang Wanqian's "teacher", he would have thought that she was exaggerating.

Moreover, it is alarmist talk that treason can lead to death!

After seeing the Japanese handwriting of the little girl, he felt that the title of "Mr." was well deserved.

He is working on making the "Japanese font" the national font of the North Wing. The little girl will be the first person to promote the national font.

If the "charcoal seller" had not come and gone without a trace, brought him new questions, handed him a knife, and easily changed the riddles, trampling on the face of the entire Weihuang Division and making all the Xiying Guards unable to touch a single corner of the clothes, he would only think that the little girl must have a conspiracy at this time.

To put it bluntly, his entire defense system, which he thought was an iron wall, was actually full of loopholes in the eyes of others.

If the charcoal seller wanted to take his head, it would be easy enough and there would be no need for him to engage in so many conspiracies and schemes.

Emperor Mingde slowly uttered a few words, "Then I will believe you."

The little girl's originally deep eyes flashed with tiny lights, and she smiled like a flower, "Thank you for your trust, my emperor."

"However, I have a request." Emperor Mingde's lips slightly escaped a trace of gentleness, "No matter what you do, you must tell me."

I want to participate, not just for the results. I am also a person with aspirations, and I cannot be a puppet.

And with my power behind me, it doesn't matter even if you expose the truth.

I am the master! Without me, it would be extremely difficult for you to accomplish anything!

Even if Shi Anxia was very insightful, she would never have expected that the Emperor Mingde in front of her would be so rich and arrogant. She just perfunctorily replied, "I will report to the emperor if there is anything."

Emperor Mingde felt a little overwhelmed. She seemed like a smart girl, but how come she couldn't understand my hidden meaning at the critical moment?

His eyes fell on the little girl's face, and he said in a deep voice, "It's not that you report only when you have something to report, it's... from now on, any plans, any intentions, and any things you want to do, you must tell me in advance."

Seeing the confusion in the little girl's eyes, he continued to explain, "I can give you some references on many things. After all, you are young and have not eaten as much as I have, so it is normal for you to make mistakes."

Well, that's not necessarily true! Shi Anxia complained in her heart, you died early, and you haven't eaten as much salt as I have. If you really want to argue with us about this, you really can't win.

But I have to say, "My emperor is busy with all kinds of affairs, how can he have time to..."

"I'm free!" Emperor Mingde interrupted forcefully, "My life is in danger, what could be more important than this?"

Shi Anxia heard that it was true that Emperor Mingde trusted them, but how much he trusted them was still to be estimated. Only when he participated in it himself could he be truly assured.

To put it bluntly, I'm still afraid of death!

As if he had read Shi Anxia's inner thoughts, Emperor Mingde sighed deeply, as if to a friend, "My death is not a pity, but I... still have many ambitions that have not been realized."

He was so sincere, his words were full of lofty sentiments, "Many people in my northern wing are hungry and cold, displaced, unable to live and work in peace; there are also cities that have fallen due to historical reasons and have not been recovered, and my people in the northern wing are suffering. I... am not afraid of death, I dare not die!"

Shi Anxia felt tears well up in her eyes and burst into tears.

She thought of the sadness and helplessness that Emperor Mingde felt in her previous life when he found out that he was poisoned and there was no cure.

She thought of how, before his death, Emperor Mingde used up all his strength to solemnly hand over the manuscript he had written to Prince Jin, and also explained to Prince Jin overnight what must be done, what must be done first, and what must be done later.