The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

After Fan Jiang came out of the Ministry of Justice, he was blown by the cool breeze with the fragrance of flowers in the spring night, and his mind became much clearer. Sitting in the carriage on the way back home, his thoughts were much clearer than before.

"Brother Yan is right. Instead of complaining about the fate, it is better to follow His Majesty's decisions. His Majesty has always been clear about rewards and punishments. As long as they remain loyal to His Majesty, no one can predict their future."

Fan Jiang was muttering to himself in the carriage. After the carriage had been moving for a while, the voice of a servant was heard outside.

"Sir, there's a dessert shop up ahead. We're going home late today. Could you please buy some sweet water that Madam likes?"

After the servant's reminder, Fan Jiang lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. Seeing the dessert shop still open, he ordered:

"Go buy three servings of honey soufflé flowers, and... forget it, I'll go and kiss them. You guys are so clumsy, don't buy the wrong ones for me."

Before he could finish his words, Fan Jiang lifted the door curtain, jumped off the carriage, and personally went to select sweet soup for his wife and two daughters.

Looking at the various milky white syrups, Fan Jiang interrupted the shopkeeper's introduction:

"Just the ones I just mentioned. I don't want anything else. Wrap it up."

I really don’t know what’s so delicious about this white thing. My lady likes it so much. Can’t we make it at home?

Although he complained a lot, Fan Jiang still got on the carriage with the sweet soup he had bought.

Liang Chongyue, who had returned to the palace at this time, looked at the message delivered by the system on the panel. She guessed that King Qiang would take the doctor to the Ministry of Justice overnight to treat his "ignorant" son, but she did not expect that those guys would gather together.

"Close it first. Please pay attention to the rest. I have things to do."

Liang Er's incident just happened to be the clue for her to re-legislate. She had already had this idea and thought she would have to wait for some time. The pillow was delivered just in time.

The system saw that the host started to get busy. Sister Yunling was grinding ink for the host, so it pushed itself onto a mat and lay down on the side, and began to supervise Yan Renzheng, and by the way, to see the power of the host's kick.

Liang Chongyue read the history books of the Tang Dynasty several times. Although there were some bad things in them, there were more experiences that she wanted to learn.

Sometimes books are more like silent teachers. Every time you read the same book, you will have different insights.

At three quarters past midnight, a half-dead body with frequent breathing in and out was carried into the Ministry of Justice prison. Due to the requirements from above, it was specially carried to an empty cell inside.

After Yan Renzheng finished drinking the tea in the kettle, he reached out to stop his subordinate who was about to come forward to refill his tea.

"Drunk and delayed things, that's enough."

The subordinate who was stopped by Lord Yan, holding a kettle in his hand, looked at him in confusion and retreated.

Yan Renzheng had been calculating the time. After sitting in his seat for a while, he felt a soreness in his lower abdomen. He stood up and walked outside. When he reached the door, he casually asked his subordinates who were guarding outside:

"Drinking too much water has caused stomach discomfort. Doctor Qiu, can you go home?"

"My Lord, Doctor Qiu has already gone home. Do you want me to invite him back?"

Yan Renzheng was holding his stomach, feeling a little uncomfortable. His face looked a little unhappy. After thinking about it, he decided to give up.

"No need. I won't bother Doctor Qiu so late. I'll go take care of it. You guys just watch carefully."

After saying that, Yan Renzheng covered his stomach and walked towards the toilet.

At this time, at the back door of the Ministry of Justice, King Qiang, who had been waiting there for a long time, received the news that all the carriages parked at the front door had left, and immediately got off the carriage and went to knock on the door.

The gatekeeper at the back door heard someone knocking on the door, opened it a crack, and when he saw someone standing outside, he immediately opened the door halfway.

"I want to see your Lordship."

"I greet His Majesty. Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. I will go and inform you right away."

King Qiang stood at the back door. The cold wind in the spring night was quite strong and blew wildly. King Qiang looked extremely lonely standing in the cold wind. There was a time when he didn't even need to notify others like this to enter the palace.

As he thought about it, a trace of resentment and helpless rage flashed across the Qiang King's lowered eyes.

"Sir, the Qiang prince is at the back door and wants to see you. I wonder what he wants."

Yan Ren was squatting in the toilet when he heard the voice of the servant beside him from outside.

"Please invite Lord Qiang in for tea. I'll be there in a moment."

After Yan Renzheng finished speaking, the servant outside responded and quickly left.

Yan Renzheng was squatting in the toilet with both nostrils blocked with straw paper. Although the effect was minimal, it was better than nothing.

After the King of Qiang was welcomed in, Yan Renzheng did not show up, so he had no choice but to sit down and drink tea. However, he was anxious and could not drink anything. He did not even take a sip of the tea until it was completely cold.

"Is your master deliberately avoiding me?"

The Qiang King had always been kind to the outside world over the years, and had earned a good reputation for the Qiang Palace. The servant was suddenly startled by the questioning of the prince, and could only put on a smile:

"My lord, he is unwell. I beg your pardon, Your Highness."

In the ears of King Qiang, these words were nothing more than excuses for not wanting to meet. However, he had something to ask of the other person and could not lose his temper, so he could only helplessly suppress his anger.

After waiting for another cup of tea, King Qiang could no longer sit still. His mind was full of the miserable state of his son that he had seen across the street today. He sat on the chair, his fists unconsciously clenched.

"I am not feeling well today. I am sorry to have kept you waiting, Your Highness."

Yan Renzheng's legs were numb from squatting, but unfortunately, in order to make it look real, he had to stay in the toilet.

The King of Qiang had a fresh cup of tea at hand, the heat of which had almost dissipated. Unable to contain his anger, he sat down in his seat and said to Minister Yan, who had arrived late:

"Hmph, Master Yan is very busy, and I'm sorry to bother you."

Hearing the unfriendly tone of the Qiang King, Yan Renzheng did not panic and walked closer to the Qiang King with a smile on his face.

"What's that smell around you?"

The King of Qiang was still furious. When Yan Renzheng approached, he suddenly smelled a foul odor. He raised his hand to cover his nose with his wide sleeves, and his brows were furrowed even more fiercely than before.

Yan Renzheng was surprised when he heard this. He turned his head to look at the servant who was standing beside him with his head down, trying hard to control his breathing.

"I, a servant, haven't told the prince that I ate something today. My stomach aches so badly that I've been to the toilet several times. My legs are weak."

The King of Qiang saw that Yan Renzheng's steps were indeed unsteady when he came, and his face was a little pale. In addition, the smell on his body made it difficult for him to lose his temper even if he was very angry.

"Never mind. I came here today to ask Master Yan for something. I didn't expect Master Yan to be unwell. I happened to bring a doctor with me. Let me treat Master Yan first."

After the Qiang King finished speaking, he raised his hand and a doctor carrying a huge medicine box came forward.

Seeing this, Yan Renzheng seemed to suddenly think of something. He slapped his thigh and looked at the King of Qiang with an increasingly embarrassed look.

"Your Highness, you are too kind. I am not offended. I understand why Your Highness came here today, but... never mind. Your Highness, please follow me."