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Clearly, the Prime Minister, a veteran official of the court, had also considered these matters. At this moment, he had no choice but to prostrate himself on the ground, and his aged voice rang out, "Your Majesty, I have been loyal to the country, and my rebellious son would never have had the intention to assassinate the imperial heir. There may be some misunderstanding here. I beg Your Majesty to order the Ministry of Justice to conduct a thorough investigation."

What he said made sense, but everyone knew better than anyone else about the dissolute young master of the Prime Minister's family. Handing the matter over to the Ministry of Justice was tantamount to saying that the matter was simply over.

In response to his words, Zheng Hongyuan, who was sitting in the chair, raised his head and said calmly, "The Prime Minister is right. I also believe that the Prime Minister's son would not have such thoughts." He then said, as if to show consideration for the old minister, "I will have the Ministry of Justice investigate and clear the Prime Minister's name. Elder Jian, you should go back and rest for a few days. You can send that child away and recover your health. I also need Elder Jian's guidance."

Zheng Zhian was not surprised by this result. As a senior official in the court, the Prime Minister was under the influence of the Jian family, whose power was deeply rooted and complex. It was wishful thinking to try to convict him on a fabricated charge.

"Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave." The Prime Minister stood up shakily and walked out.

Seeing that the main character had left, the other ministers also took their leave.

Marquis Wuping had expected a tough battle today, but it ended before he could even finish a few words. Seeing the Minister of Revenue leave, he quickly bowed to the Emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I will also take my leave."

He chased after him out of the Imperial Study, running a few steps before catching up. He grabbed the Minister of Revenue by the back of his robe and said coldly, "Where are you going, Lord Jia?"

Jia Zhiwen sensed the movement behind him and instinctively struggled forward with his rather rounded body.

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His inner clothes were exposed, and his face was as black as ink. "What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing in public, my lord?"

Marquis Wuping hadn't expected this, and awkwardly let go, then quickly regained his composure, asking, "How long do you plan to hide? When are you finally going to pay the Zhenbei Army's military expenses?"

"Send it? If the Prime Minister doesn't approve it, who will? Not to mention the deep grudge they've incurred with the Prime Minister." Jia Zhiwen's face broke into a smile, deepening his wrinkles. "My lord, the Ministry of Revenue is indeed facing difficulties right now. Look at the upcoming imperial examinations..."

"If you don't give it to me today, we'll go argue with the Emperor. Let's go." Marquis Wuping said, grabbing his hand and gesturing for them to go back.

Jia Zhiwen's round body was pulled forward by him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop. What a brute! He dared to go to the Imperial Study at this time.

"I'll send it to you! Let me go first," he shouted, looking utterly hopeless.

Marquis Wuping had only intended to scare him, so he immediately stopped and looked at him suspiciously, "Really? Come on, you go and get the slip now, I'll take people to the national treasury to withdraw it myself." This old fellow was very cunning; if he wasn't allowed to do it now, he could easily deny it later.

Jia Zhiwen's shrewd eyes darted around, and he whispered to him, "Here's what we'll do: go to the Emperor and ask for a written edict. Bring it to me, and I'll give you the full amount immediately."

A royal edict? The Emperor himself has asked several times, and each time the Ministry of Revenue has turned him down with various excuses. Will it be so easy this time?

"I'm serious, if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." Jia Zhiwen made a move to leave.

Marquis Wuping stopped the man and glared at him fiercely, saying, "If you dare to lie to me, I'll tear down your Minister's Mansion."

"Fine, fine, if I'm lying to you, you can kill me!"

Marquis Wuping released his grip, giving a warning look before turning and walking back.

Zong Zhenping was not far behind, and as he caught up with him, he asked in a low voice, "Father, do you believe what he said?"

"It's not that I trust him, it's just that the time has come." Marquis Wuping's weathered face only made him look more gloomy.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, I reminded him, "Do you remember that he has a grandson in the palace?"

The fifth prince in the palace was his grandson, and Zong Zhenping instantly understood.

Seeing that he understood, she sighed with relief, "You must remember, which one of those in high positions in the court isn't a cunning fox? They're all after the flesh!"

"I understand," Zong Zhenping nodded earnestly.

The relationship between the father and the emperor was already known throughout the court. Minister Jia wanted to use this matter to both show his loyalty to the emperor and do a favor for the Marquis of Wuping's family. He really made a good plan.

When the two returned to the study, they found the Emperor still holding Zheng Zhian and talking about something. After explaining their purpose, Zheng Hongyuan didn't say anything, but directly wrote a handwritten edict and handed it to Marquis Wuping. They couldn't help but say, "He certainly knows how to handle things!"

Upon receiving the imperial edict, Marquis Wuping suddenly knelt on the ground and solemnly said, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave now and will not enter the palace on the day I leave."

Zheng Hongyuan helped him up, sighed, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "An army cannot be without a commander for long. It's alright, I'll wait for you to come back next time so we can drink fine wine together."

"I must say, Your Majesty, the Drunken Fragrance you brought out last time was truly excellent." Marquis Wuping said with a hearty laugh, his face full of lingering relish.

"Then I'll have a few more jars buried. When you return, the wine will surely be even more mellow and invigorating."

“Alright, I shall take my leave.” Marquis Wuping bowed again and led Zong Zhenping away.

Zheng Zhian looked at her father. He actually trusted this powerful general so much and never thought of keeping his son as a hostage. Based on this alone, he could be considered a wise monarch.

Sensing her gaze, Zheng Hongyuan looked down at her, raising a slight brow. "What's wrong?"

"Father is a good emperor!" Zheng Zhian smiled sweetly, her expression full of praise.

Looking at her smile, Zheng Hongyuan murmured ambiguously, "Is that so?"

She felt that her father was looking at her as if he were looking through her, and at someone else...

Zheng Hongyuan snapped out of his daze, picked him up, and carried him outside.

As she walked along the increasingly unfamiliar road, she realized she had never been this way before and was getting further and further astray.

It wasn't until she saw a nine-story pavilion that Zheng Zhian realized that she had always thought this pavilion was outside the palace. This place did not belong to the inner palace, nor was it in the area where the court was held. Instead, it was a secluded corner on its own.

The plaque above the pavilion's door reads "Star-Picking Pavilion" in bold and unrestrained characters.

"Trying to reach for the stars after only nine floors? And are stars even attainable by human power?" Zheng Zhian subconsciously complained to himself.

"Haven't you always wanted to learn martial arts? I'll find you a master. Whether he accepts you or not is up to you."

A mocking voice came from above, and Zheng Zhian immediately looked up at him. "What does he do?"

"Divination."

"You want me to become a charlatan?" Zheng Zhian said in horror. He had just praised him, and now he was sending his daughter to become a charlatan. How could there be such a cruel father in the world!

A sharp tap on the head. "What kind of charlatan are you? Where did you learn all this?" Zheng Hongyuan's face darkened. He remembered that he had never taught the little one any of this.

Could she say she learned it from her brain-training friend? Judging from his expression, it was clearly not possible.

She held her head, bared her teeth, and said angrily, "Outside the palace, Brother Zhenping said that all those fortune tellers and diviners are charlatans!"

Zong Zhenping, I've done you such a big favor, so it shouldn't be a problem for you to take the blame for me, right?