Traveling through the emperor, overthrowing the empress dowager at the beginning

Outside Tong’s fish shop.

When Ye Chen saw the two women, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Tong Le has a pretty face and a temperament as gentle and charming as a beautiful girl from a small family. Her every frown and smile reveals her agility and liveliness.

Mo Rou is mature and charming, with the temperament of a mature woman.

Both women gave Ye Chen a feeling different from other women.

It's truly irreplaceable.

And as soon as he saw Ye Chen.

Tong Le was filled with joy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and he said cheerfully, "Brother Ye, I've just learned a new dish. Would you like to try it?"

Mo Rou was standing aside with a gentle smile on her face. Although she had feelings for Ye Chen, she knew very well that she was Tong Le's sister-in-law, so she did not show it, but she also hoped that Ye Chen could stay.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "No need, I have already eaten. I came here just to see you.

"I cannot stay outside any longer and need to return to the palace. If you encounter such a situation again in the future, just say that you know the commander of the imperial guards and I believe no one will dare to mess with you."

After saying that, he looked around at the passers-by around him, confident that even if the two women didn't say anything in the future, no one would dare to provoke them.

When they heard that Ye Chen was going back to the palace, the two women were reluctant to let him go.

But both girls are sensible.

"Brother Ye, wait a moment."

Tong Le turned and ran into the shop. When she came out, she was holding a jar in her arms.

She handed the jar to Ye Chen.

When Ye Chen took it in his hand with confusion, Tong Le explained: "Brother Ye, this is made according to the tea-frying method you taught me. I just added some perilla leaves to it. After boiling it, I chilled it for an hour. It's just right to drink now."

Hearing this, Ye Chen’s eyes lit up.

He really hadn't had tea for a long time.

So he said goodbye to the two women, took the jar, got on the carriage, and headed for the palace.

On the carriage.

Ye Chen originally wanted to drink directly from the can, but unexpectedly, just as he picked up the can, Shen Qiu beside him said: "Your Majesty, I beg you to test the poison for you."

Hearing this, Ye Chen curled his lips and said, "Okay."

Then, he handed the jar in his hand to Shen Qiu. Shen Qiu then took off the silver hairpin from his head and put it into the jar.

After a while, she picked up the silver hairpin and made sure that it had not changed color before returning the jar to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen picked up the jar and took a sip of perilla tea.

The perilla tea exudes a rich aroma with a hint of bitterness, but it is just right, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

This smell gave Ye Chen a familiar feeling.

It seemed to bring with it the flavor of the afterlife, causing his thoughts to drift to the depths of distant memories.

Ye Chen couldn't help but take another sip.

The tea he drank from other places these days was like soup, and it was a terrible soup at that.

Now that I drink this perilla tea, I finally feel better.

Just as Ye Chen was savoring the taste of his tea, Shen Qiu suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, should we start with the Yingguilou shopkeeper and continue our investigation? After all, calling on hooligans to stab people in the street is not something a mere shopkeeper can handle."

Hearing this, Ye Chen waved his hand to reject Shen Qiu's proposal.

He could also see that there must be some aristocratic families involved in this matter.

You know, all the big businesses in the capital are secretly controlled by those aristocratic families.

It's a huge net.

He didn't want to touch the net for the time being.

After all, now is a critical moment to deal with Yang Dechang.

Ye Chen wanted to concentrate all his energy and didn't want to be distracted.

Seeing that Ye Chen disagreed, Shen Qiu stopped proposing.

The carriage also slowly entered the palace.

At this time, in the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital, Yang Dechang, who was listening to an opera, was half lying on a chair.

He was holding his delicate concubine in his arms, touching her all over.

He squinted his eyes and listened to the melodious and graceful sound of opera.

The famous actors on the stage sang beautifully, like the chirping of an oriole, clear and melodious, and every note seemed to flow with poetry and tenderness in the air.

The graceful tune is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like iron horses and golden swords; sometimes low and gentle, like the gurgling spring, which interprets the joys and sorrows in the story vividly.

Yang Dechang was very pleased to hear this. This was also a rare leisure time for him in the day.

Suddenly, the housekeeper came trotting across the courtyard.

The butler looked hurried, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He came before Yang Dechang, bowed, and then presented a letter with both hands. He said in a hurried voice, "Prime Minister, I just received an urgent letter."

Yang Dechang frowned slightly, glanced at the housekeeper with dissatisfaction, then reached out and took the letter.

After he unfolded the letter and glanced at it quickly.

His face, which usually seemed as deep as an abyss, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose up.

The subtle change in expression was like an imperceptible ripple on the surface of a calm lake.

However, those who knew him well knew that this was an expression he would only show when he was extremely happy.

Yang Dechang put down the letter and said to the housekeeper, "Go and bring me the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."

The butler quickly agreed and quickly prepared everything needed.

Yang Dechang sat up straight, gently pushed his concubine away, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink.

He pondered for a moment, a calculating glint in his eyes, and then his pen moved quickly across the paper.

His handwriting is strong and powerful, and every stroke reveals decisiveness and resolution.

After writing, he read it carefully again. After confirming that it was correct, he folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and sealed it with wax.

Then, Yang Dechang handed the letter to the housekeeper and said, "Send someone to quickly deliver this letter out of the capital. Remember, it must be delivered to Ding Wen!"

"Yes, sir."

The butler took the letter respectfully and turned to leave.

After the housekeeper left, Yang Dechang sneered and muttered to himself, "They actually arrested the head of the Ding family. This is simply stupid.

I finally have the opportunity to win over Ding Wen.

"Little emperor, little emperor, you pushed him up here yourself!"

Yang Dechang felt excited, but he felt that as long as the army under Ding Wen stood on his side, Ye Chen would not dare to touch him.

Then he only needs to wait another month and a half. Once the time promised by Ye Chen arrives, everything will be completely stable.

He was secretly delighted, thinking that Ye Chen had made a bad move!