Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

"Good and evil are opposites, just as yin and yang are opposites, hard and soft are opposites, male and female are opposites, and wherever there are two, there is a pair."

Zhang Jingwei widened his eyes, opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah! This... this is actually classical Chinese! I can't understand it at all!" He frowned tightly, his face full of distress and confusion.

After a moment's hesitation, he cautiously reached out his hands and gently returned the thick book to its original place, as if afraid to disturb anything with the slightest noise. Then, he tiptoed to the oil lamp, pinched the wick with his fingers, and slowly blew out the flame. Darkness instantly enveloped the room, but Zhang Jingwei didn't pause. Instead, he groped his way to the door, relying on his memory.

I thought I could find some clues about my master through that book, but I couldn't understand it.

When he walked out of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing outside the door, he couldn't help but recall the various experiences he had since coming to this world. Here, most of the books he read were written in plain and easy-to-understand vernacular, as if they were specially prepared for ordinary people.

He also discovered that the literacy rate of the people in this world was very high, but very few people passed the imperial examinations. He could not figure out where the culture of this Celestial Empire came from, was it Confucianism, Taoism, Yin-Yang School, or the School of Diplomacy?

He had also read the history of the Celestial Empire. There were five dynasties before the Celestial Empire. Less than a hundred years had passed since the Celestial Empire replaced the previous dynasty. Its cultural heritage was similar to that of the Han Dynasty, but its clothing was like that of the Ming Dynasty, and its official system was like that of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

After thinking it over, he decided to clear his mind. He knew how big his brain was and it would explode if he thought too much.

At this time, Jiuer came out with a basin of bright red blood. Seeing Zhang Jingwei acting furtively, she couldn't help but ask again.

Jiu'er stared with her beautiful eyes, her eyebrows raised, and said coquettishly: "What are you doing? Sneaking around, are you stealing my mother's things again?"

Zhang Jingwei, who was standing in front of her, looked disapproving. He shook his head, his lips curled up slightly, and retorted, "How could such a pretty girl like you say such vulgar and ugly words? How can a scholar be called 'stealing'? It should be called 'theft'!"

Jiuer was even more furious after hearing this. She put her hands on her hips and asked angrily, "Well, let me ask you, what did you steal from my mother this time?"

Zhang Jingwei quickly waved his hands and denied it, "I really didn't steal it! I didn't even look at it!"

Jiu'er sighed helplessly, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'm too lazy to bother with you about this. But then again, that wooden head seems to be having a fever! I have to go to the clinic to get some medicine. Do you want me to pass on a message to your old servant?"

Zhang Jingwei shook his head repeatedly and stammered, "No...no need...don't bother." Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly went dark, his body swayed, and he fell straight to the ground unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, it was already noon. This was Mu Tou's ward. Lying on the bed was Mu Tou, who was still in a coma. Next to his bed was a sleeping beauty. The beauty was wearing a purple floral dress with a gold lining, looking particularly graceful and elegant.

"Huangfu Ling! Why are you here?!"

Obviously, Zhang Jingwei did not appreciate this beauty too much and woke her up coldly.

Huangfu Ling ran up to him anxiously, crying out in a delicate voice, "Ah... Sister Jiuer said you fainted here, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed over immediately."

As she spoke, she fed Zhang Jingwei meat porridge.

Huangfu Ling looked worried and blew on the meat porridge in his hand several times before putting it into Zhang Jingwei's mouth.

"Jiu'er said that you were depleted of energy. I guess you fainted because you drank too much and didn't eat or drink, and you didn't sleep all night!"

Zhang Jingwei took a bite, frowned, and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

Huangfu Ling replied proudly, "Exactly! How did you know?"

Zhang Jingwei chuckled and said, "How about you try it too?"

Huangfu Ling blushed and smiled softly, "No need, I'm not hungry yet. You eat, and then take a rest for a while, and then we'll go back home!"

At this moment, he really wanted to catch all the people who bought salt in Yunzhou and beat them up.

Looking at the sun outside, Zhang Jingwei's eyes were a little hazy, and he asked weakly, "What time is it now?"

Huangfu Ling quickly replied, "It's almost Si hour!"

Zhang Jingwei's face turned pale upon hearing this. He struggled to get up, muttering to himself, "Oh no! Prefect Lu asked me to go with him to the city gate to welcome the Taiyuan people today. I've missed the time by being unconscious. I must hurry over."

Huangfu Ling quickly reached out to hold him down, and gently advised, "Jiu'er said that you've been overworked and your body can no longer bear this kind of fatigue. You need to rest for a while and stop running around like this. Besides, the censor has already gone to the government office. Even if you rush over now, it will definitely be too late."

Zhang Jingwei frowned and roared angrily, "Are you going to just watch Han Ye being snatched away so easily by an imperial decree? How can I accept this?"

Huangfu Ling, standing aside, looked troubled and said anxiously, "But that is an imperial decree after all! What else can you do? Disobeying an imperial decree is a serious crime. If you're not careful, it will implicate the entire..."

Zhang Jingwei swung his sleeves violently, his eyes wide open, and shouted in a decisive tone: "Han Ye is dead today! Not even the imperial edict can stop him, I say it!"

Huangfu Ling couldn't help but gasp after hearing this and hurriedly advised, "If you just want Han Ye to die, then there's no need to take such a risk. Just tell father and arrange for a few archers with superb archery skills to assassinate him in secret. This way, no one will know and it won't cause us any trouble. Why do you have to go against the imperial edict?"

Zhang Jingwei glared at Huangfu Ling fiercely and angrily scolded, "You are so soft-hearted!"

Huangfu Ling was so frightened by his sudden roar that he froze in place, his entire body frozen in place, unable to move. After he finished roaring, he looked at Huangfu Ling's face full of fear and grievance, and a trace of regret welled up in his heart. Only then did he realize that perhaps his attitude just now was indeed a little too fierce.

He tried to calm himself down, then slowly spoke, "You don't understand. I'm not doing this simply to kill him. He's committed countless evil deeds and oppressed the good. I don't know how many innocent people have been persecuted by him. I simply want to do my best to give those who have suffered an explanation and allow them to seek justice."

However, Huangfu Ling did not seem to be relieved by his explanation. Instead, she snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, yes... I really don't understand you. In your heart, I'm afraid only that courtesan can understand your thoughts, right?" After saying that, her eyes turned slightly red and tears welled up in her eyes.

Hearing this, he immediately became furious and shouted loudly: "Nonsense! This is absolute nonsense!"

Huangfu Ling was not afraid at all. She raised her head stubbornly and looked at him, crying, "Well! I was just fooling around! Since you have no feelings for me at all, why bother to keep entangled with me!" Before she finished speaking, tears slid down her cheeks like a flood.

Seeing her so heartbroken, his heart softened instantly, and he quickly said, "I really didn't mean that. Please don't let your imagination run wild, okay?"

But Huangfu Ling could no longer listen to anything. She cried and choked up as she said, "Zhang Jingwei... From now on, I will no longer care about you. Let's just leave it like this..."

After saying that, she turned around, covered her face and ran away, leaving Zhang Jingwei staring blankly at her departing back.

"Ahem~" The wood beside him made a dead sound.

Zhang Jingwei smiled bitterly and asked, "Did you hear everything?"

Mu Tou answered honestly: "Yeah!"

Zhang Jingwei asked again: "When did you wake up?"

Mu Tou scratched his head and answered everything in detail: "I woke up when Jiuer fed me the medicine. Actually, she knew I was awake, but for some reason, I didn't want to wake up at that time. I can't explain it... Anyway, I just wanted her to feed me!"

Mu Mu's face was a little dark, but the blush on his face could not be hidden.

Zhang Jingwei didn't give him a good look and cursed, "You're a repressed and shrewd man!" Then he walked out the door. Although Mu Tou wanted to follow him, he couldn't move at all.