Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

In the private room on the second floor of Zuimeng Tower, Shen Wanqing, the Second Prince's wife, the Second Prince, and Du Zhijie sat by the window, taking in the entire scenery downstairs.

"I heard that the Queen Mother has found a new person for the Prince. I guess she won't cause trouble recently." Shen Wanxiu often went to the palace and knew a lot of news.

This was something new to Shen Wanqing. "Whose families are these girls from?"

Which girl is so unlucky that she is favored by the Queen? Entering the East Palace is no different from entering hell.

Shen Wanxiu thought for a moment and said, "They aren't particularly noble families. They are all daughters of military commanders and are related to military commanders. What does the prince want to do?"

"What else can you do?"

Shen Wanqing snorted coldly and looked at Shen Wanxiu. They both saw the answer in each other's eyes.

Although the prince was implicated in the Huainan corruption case, this time he took on the responsibility of exposing the matter of the Casting Camp. What's even more infuriating is that he handed over the entire management to Du Zhijie, and acted as a hands-off boss. Any problems that arise in the future will have nothing to do with him as the prince.

The reason why he was willing to take on this task was that he wanted to take control of the Shenji Camp in his own hands.

The prince tried to win over Du Zhijie many times but failed, so he turned his attention to these military generals.

Shen Wanqing curled her lips, "The prince took over this forging camp because he has something fishy in his mind."

"You are right about that." Cai Zhijie smiled knowingly and continued the conversation, glancing at the Second Prince Yuwen Yi beside him. "The Crown Prince is a narrow-minded person. You are becoming more and more favored by the Emperor. You may suffer a lot. I wonder what His Highness plans to do."

His meaning was very clear. The Crown Prince took over the Casting Battalion on the surface, but they knew exactly what he was thinking. He was secretly setting a trap, waiting for the Second Prince to jump into it himself.

The Second Prince frowned and said, "General, you should know that what you said today is a capital crime."

"Whether the crime is punishable by death or not depends on who will rule the world in the future. That's all I have to say. Your Highness will have to make the final decision."

Du Zhijie smiled and said, "It's impossible for the Casting Battalion to forge such a large number of weapons. No matter what Your Highness thinks now, you must be more careful in the future. After all, you must be on guard against others."

"Thank you for the reminder." The second prince gladly accepted his suggestion.

Now that things have come to this, everyone knows what's going on.

After coming out of Zuimeng Tower, Shen Wanqing was still a little worried, "What happened to the Casting Battalion..."

"I heard that the shop up ahead has a new kind of snack that's really delicious. Why don't you try it first? It might be useful in the future."

Du Zhijie interrupted her and talked about snacks.

Shen Wanqing knew that he would not continue the topic of the Casting Barracks, so she did not ask any more questions and just went along with her wishes to sell snacks.

In the previous life, the Weapon Casting Battalion also failed to complete its mission on time, and everyone in the current Weapon Casting Battalion was implicated. The Crown Prince in the previous life never asked about this matter, so he was not implicated.

This time, the prince is the one in charge, so if something goes wrong, he can't get away with it.

Du Zhijie took Shen Wanqing to buy some snacks, saying that if she liked them, he would use them to make wedding cakes for their wedding.

Shen Wanqing found it a little amusing that a man of seven feet tall could be so thoughtful. She simply selected a few more unique snacks to make up the total.

Both of them were immersed in joy, and for a moment no one mentioned the matter of the Barracks.

When the delivery date arrived, the number produced by the Casting Battalion was far from enough. The emperor was furious and wanted to punish the prince.

At this critical moment, the prince did not hesitate to blame Du Zhijie.

"Your Majesty, I understand clearly that I lack experience in weapon forging, so I handed over the entire matter to General Du. At the time, General Du also told me not to interfere in the affairs of the Weapon Forging Palace, leaving all matters to him. I trusted him, but I never imagined the outcome would be like this."

The emperor was almost furious at his words: "I gave this task to you, why did you give it to someone else?"

The Shenji Battalion was the most important and dangerous unit in the capital. The Emperor, wary of Du Zhijie, had long wanted to reclaim the unit. That was why he had given the Casting Battalion to the Crown Prince, hoping to slowly dismantle it from within. Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince actually handed the job over to someone else.

He is such a hopeless person!

The prince kept kowtowing and admitting his mistakes, and he had no way to defend himself.

Being scolded by his father was nothing. It was not a big deal. He could endure it for the sake of his future career.

Soon Du Zhijie was called into the imperial study, where he saw the prince kneeling on the ground. The emperor had a gloomy face, but he already knew what was going on, so he stepped forward and bowed.

The emperor threw the impeachment memorial at his feet and asked, "Do you have anything to say about the Casting Battalion?"

"I have only been in this position for a short time. I wonder what your majesty is asking about?"

"You dare to take over when the situation is unclear? Do you think your life is too long?" The emperor was furious. "Do you know that the weapons you handed over this time are far from enough?"

Du Zhijie pondered for a moment, "Yes, there's still a lot to go. I'm afraid it won't be completed in more than a month. Your Majesty, could you give me some more time?"

Even at this point, this man remained calm and composed, without a trace of panic on his face.

Seeing him like this, the emperor became even angrier: "If that's the case, you will kneel outside the palace. When the weapons are handed over, you will get up."

Upon hearing this, Du Zhijie didn't move, but his eyes swept over to the kneeling prince. "Speaking of which, Your Highness is the one in charge of the Casting Battalion. Why don't you ask His Majesty for a few more days?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The prince looked at him innocently. "You've already received the assignment from the Casting Battalion, and now that you can't complete it, you're trying to drag me down with you."

The prince was worried about being implicated if he continued to argue with him, so he found an excuse to leave.

The emperor felt annoyed, so he ordered Du Zhijie to be taken away and made to kneel.

A moment later, a young eunuch entered the imperial study and asked, "Your Majesty, General Du said that if we can gather the weapons, will that be considered our mission accomplished?"

What is he planning?

The emperor's face darkened again. He stood up and walked out, looking at Cai Zhijie who was kneeling on the ground. "What do you mean? Do you still have weapons?"

Du Zhijie shook his head.

How could he have any weapons? If he did have weapons, even if he had nine heads, they would not be enough for the emperor to chop off.

"There are many craftsmen in the Foundry Camp, and we have plenty of time, but I still found some problems."

"What is the problem?"

Du Zhijie looked around without saying a word.

The emperor snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the hall.

"Come in and answer."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Du Zhijie bowed, stood up, dusted off his knees, and walked slowly into the hall.

In the imperial study, the emperor sent the palace maids away, leaving only him and the emperor alone.

"Tell me, what's the problem?"