The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

Zhen Jun burst out with fighting spirit, and he was determined to get the last spot.

The rest of the people were injured, but they had persisted to this point and no one wanted to give up.

Zhen Jun stepped forward to challenge again, and the result was no surprise.

"Failure." Yang Ke's voice was calm and cold. Zhen Jun walked off the stage covered in dust.

"Mr. Zhen, why bother? Do you really want to train with Lord Si Yan?" Lei Yiji said with a smile.

"What do you care!" Zhen Jun rolled his eyes at Lei Yiji.

The two of them had never gotten along before. Lei Yijie couldn't stand him, and he couldn't stand Lei Yijie either.

Lei Yijie raised the corner of his lips: "If you want to train with Master Si Yan, you'd better hurry up, there's only one spot left..."

The other five people challenged one by one, but all ended in failure.

The wind was cold and bleak on the training ground, and Si Yan stood aside from beginning to end.

Yang Ke kept declaring failure, failure, failure...

Including Zhen Jun, there were six other people. As their physical strength depleted, the possibility of success became increasingly unlikely.

"That's all for now." Si Yan announced.

Si Yan turned around and looked at Si Ce and Si Zhe: "You two go back and rest first."

"Yes, sister." Si Ce bowed to Si Yan and went downstairs with his younger brothers and sisters.

"Sir, what should we do with the last spot?" Lei Yiji walked up and asked mischievously.

"You still don't want to give up?" Si Yan looked at the six recruits in front of him.

The recruits shook their heads: "I want to train with Master Si Yan."

"I want, too……"

"I want to too." The five people spoke one by one, except Zhen Jun.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding Si Yan's gaze.

Si Yan walked up to Zhen Jun and said, "If you don't want to train with me, you can leave now."

Zhen Jun took a deep breath and said, "I want to train with you, Master."

If his father hadn't insisted that he train with Si Yan, he would have run away long ago.

"Okay, then I'll give you another chance." Si Yan softened his tone, "You all stand on this training ground all night. Whoever can hold on till the end will get the last spot."

After saying this, Si Yan turned around and left the training ground.

Yang Ke stayed here to guard: "Lord Si Yan has ordered that if you can't hold on, you can leave at any time."

Everyone had left, leaving only Zhen Jun and five other recruits on the training ground.

The cold wind was howling, a crescent moon rose in the sky, and everyone was cold and hungry.

This was the first time Zhen Jun suffered from hunger and cold, and he couldn't help but want to give up.

When he looked up, he saw his father still standing under a red lantern in the distance, looking at him.

Zhen Jun's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but shed tears. He didn't understand why his father was so persistent, but his father's words echoed in his mind.

"Father, please, follow Si Yan and train well..."

Zhen Jun sniffed and stood still on the training ground.

When Si Yan returned to the military tent, it was already early in the morning and it was freezing cold outside.

A familiar fragrance wafted into his nose. Si Yan looked up and saw Yayue Pavilion's food on the table, steaming hot.

A white figure in the tent was looking down at the map on the table.

A soldier came hurriedly over: "Sir, I just forgot to tell you, this Mr. Bo wants to see you and has been waiting here..."

"I know, go down." Si Yan replied lightly and sat down at the desk.

The food was simmering in a charcoal stove. Boya walked forward and opened the lids one by one. The delicious dishes appeared before him, emitting an even more tempting aroma.

"Hurry up and eat! I've been talking so hard to get General Qingshan to come into the camp."

"I'll go call some kids over." Si Yan replied.

Boya laughed for a moment: "I also prepared some for A Ce and A Zhe and the others. I have already had someone send it to them. They are eating it now..."

Si Yan turned around and sat down: "Then let's eat."

"I've eaten." Boya said with a smile.

Boya poured Si Yan a bowl of soup, and Si Yan drank it in two gulps: "Why did you come so late? Is there something wrong?"

Boya paused and said, "Yes...I have something to say. Eat first and we'll talk later."

There is something going on in Yayue Pavilion every day, but it does not need to be reported every day.

"You talk, I'll listen while I eat." Si Yan looked at Boya while eating.

Boya met Si Yan's gaze and spoke softly, "There has been some progress in understanding Prince Xin's life story."

"The two old maids around Concubine Xin confessed that Concubine Xin used to have a maid named Su Ma. After Prince Xin was born, Su Ma was released from the palace by the Queen. We discovered that Su Ma is still alive, but one of her legs was broken."

"Where is she?" Si Yan asked.

"In a remote mountain village, Madam Su's hometown, when we mentioned Concubine Xin, Madam Su reacted strongly, crying and laughing, reciting Wei Shu..."

"Is she conscious?"

"It's clear, but sometimes she cries, sometimes laughs, sometimes gets scared, and won't say anything more."

"Don't be impatient, ask slowly." Si Yan said slowly, "First, have someone keep an eye on the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now that the situation has come to this, Prince Xin and his party may rebel at any time."

Boya picked up some food for Si Yan and said, "There have indeed been unusual developments in the Prime Minister's Mansion recently. Xin Rui, the Minister of Personnel Yang Youjian, the Minister of Revenue Zou Xue, and the Minister of Rites Song Yi have been interacting very frequently."

The Minister of War Dong Yi had died, the Minister of Works turned to Prince Yong, and the former Minister of Justice Zhen Jinian also turned to Prince Yong.

But now the Prime Minister's Office still has the three most powerful ministers who can control the court, especially the Minister of Personnel Yang Youjian. Over the years, they have placed their people in various departments of the court.

Yang Youjian has the support of the Yang Guogong Mansion and a strong family background, making him the most difficult force to move against.

"Just don't let them get away."

Boya laughed and said, "You can't run away. General Ling is staring at these people like his eyeballs."

Si Yan also smiled.

After dinner, she said to Boya, "I'm going to go out and check on those guys."

On the training ground, Zhen Jun was still holding on, and the other five were also still there.

Zhen Jun felt like he was about to freeze to death. When he noticed Si Yan walking towards him, he couldn't help but straighten his chest.

"Your standing posture is wrong!" Si Yan's voice rang out on the training ground. "Keep your legs together, hands pressed against your thighs, back straight, head up, chest out, and look straight ahead..."

Several people quickly stood up again. Si Yan walked around them and stood in front of them.

"Sir, have you seen my resume?" Zhen Jun asked.

"I saw it." Si Yan walked gently to Zhen Jun, "Do you want to talk about your dream?"

Zhen Jun's biggest dream in his life is to kill Si Yan, and he wrote it on his resume.

Zhen Jun asked, "Aren't you afraid, sir?"

Si Yan sneered: "First, you need to have the ability, then you can talk about your dream."

"Si Yan..."

"Call me sir." Si Yan pinched Zhen Jun's chin, his tone as cold as ice.

"Sir." Zhen Jun only felt that these hands were so powerful, like a pair of pliers, squeezing his bones to the point of breaking them.

He gasped, "Sir, you are as difficult to understand as my father..."

"You should be thankful that you have a good father." Si Yan let go of Zhen Jun and looked at the others. "You all passed."

Si Yan turned around and said, "Including you, Zhen Jun."

Everyone felt relieved and cheered: "We passed! We passed!"

Lord Si Yan said to select 500 people, and in the end the total number was 505.

Si Yan looked at Zhen Jun with a cold gaze: "Others rely on their own abilities, but you rely on your father. Go and say goodbye to your father. You will not see your father again in the future because of the closed-door training in the army."