Reborn, meet you again!

But Suifeng also understood that the court was different from the battlefield, and he had to take into account all kinds of forces.

Take the ministers who have been attacked in recent days. To others, they seem to be just regents using their power to oppress others, which seems very easy to do, but in fact they face a lot of resistance in the court.

Especially after King Huai became the Minister of the Central Secretariat and took charge of the six ministries, he gathered together the civil servants who were originally scattered.

If there wasn't such irrefutable evidence, they wouldn't have been able to do it so easily...

Jun Jiuchen listened to Suifeng's chatter, and after making the last few strokes, he handed the drawing to Suifeng.

"Remember, if you are discovered, don't fight to the death. Find a way to escape as quickly as possible!"

Then, he drove out the person who had fallen into his old habit of chattering incessantly.

But after Suifeng left, Jun Jiuchen did not continue to review the pile of memorials on the table.

Instead, he walked to the window and opened it.

The cold wind at night suddenly rushed in with a bit of chill, but Jun Jiuchen was unaware of it.

My thoughts drifted far away without me noticing.

A woman who easily says such bold words as "selling herself" and "prostitute".

He had actually seen one.

At that time... she was the same, daring to say any shocking words without batting an eyelid.

He was even more unscrupulous in front of him.

At that time, she was just a little girl of fourteen, but she said with certainty that she loved him.

No matter how indifferent and cold he treated her, she had no intention of backing down.

Instead, day after day, she teased him with those messy tricks that she learned from who knows where, which were superficial and clumsy.

And although he still abided by his duties during the day, he always remembered that she was a "lady" and the hatred she carried.

But at that time, he was nineteen, full of vigor and vitality.

How could he remain completely unresponsive to the person who had already entered his heart, no matter how clumsy the trick was?

So... in those absurd dreams night after night.

He did what he dared not do during the day, over and over again...

Such a dream made him feel extremely dirty when he saw her clear eyes in the daytime.

It's like I've desecrated the only piece of pure land in my heart...

A cold wind mixed with moisture suddenly blew past, awakening Jun Jiuchen's drifting thoughts.

The old injury on the shoulder blade began to ache slightly in this cold night that seemed like it was going to rain, as if reminding me of him and how ridiculous that so-called affection was.

After all, not long after he let down his guard, she and her good father betrayed him together, and killed him, pushing him back into a deeper hell.

Then, she used the same methods she had used to tease him.

Go and pester another man.

And...married him!

He was burdened with blood feud and drifted to the Shadow Pavilion. Growing up in such a cruel place, he was never willing to trust anyone. That was the only time in his life when he wanted to reach out and touch the light, but he made the biggest mistake of his life!

Jun Jiuchen thought about it and suddenly slammed the doors and windows shut.

It blocked out the sound of the rain that was slowly beginning to fall outside.

……

And in this rain and fog.

The letter that Jun Jiuchen was thinking about was now in Song Yan's hand.

The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating her peaceful face.

"Yan'er, you've been reading this letter for a long time. Is there anything strange about it?"

Aunt Wen looked at Song Yan who had been silent for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.

Song Yan frowned slightly, and the fingertips holding the letter tightened slightly.

She looked at the simple words on the letter.

"Spring goes, the flowers remain; summer comes, the moon shines again."

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The flowers remain even after spring is gone, the birds are not startled when people come, the mountains are colorful when you see them from afar, and the water is silent when you hear it nearby.

She knew this poem.

But what does this sentence with no beginning or end, followed by "Xia Lai Yue Chong Ming", mean?

"Auntie, did the messenger have anything else to say?"

Aunt Wen shook her head.

"No, the concierge said the messenger was a well-known ruffian in Kyoto. He was just paid to do the job, so he couldn't say anything else."

"Yan'er, what's wrong with this letter?"

Song Yan was speechless for a moment. She just felt a sense of unease in her heart for no reason when she read this inexplicable letter.

The feeling of uneasiness came out of nowhere and she couldn't find where it came from.

She slowly folded the letter and looked at Aunt Wen.

"I don't know either, but that day, father got angry because of what happened to Prince Yun, and then he caught a cold. Now his condition is getting worse, and the palace doctor said he needs to stay in bed and rest."

"It's best not to send this letter, from an unknown source, to Father for the time being."

"Everything will be discussed after father recovers."

"Besides, if there is something really important, the messenger will definitely have further information."

Aunt Wen also felt that what her daughter said made sense.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say. Anyway, being so secretive doesn't seem like a good thing."

Song Yan nodded.

"I wonder if Grandmother has rested yet. Aunt, come with me to go see her."

"My eldest sister just passed away, and my father is sick again. My grandmother's eyesight is not good to begin with. We should spend more time with her and persuade her."

Aunt Wen has been very upset these days because of Song Yi's illness.

This was the first time she saw the Prime Minister so haggard.

He just sighed and accompanied his daughter to Old Lady Song's yard.

……