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The next day, Zheng Zhian still couldn't get up, and Gu did not attend the court meeting.

The Jingnan embezzlement case and the Feng Daniu case in Kyoto Prefecture were still shelved by the emperor without any instructions.

However, the incident of Emperor He Ren Teng of Dong Er Kingdom being beaten at Tianxiang Pavilion caused quite a stir.

Some say it was a mistress of a woman who had been with He Ren Teng who took revenge, while others say it was a righteous man who took this action because he could not stand the behavior of a foreign monarch in the capital of An Chong.

The most talked-about topic in taverns and teahouses was whether He Ren Teng would still be viable in the future.

Zheng Hongyuan ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.

When Zheng Zhian learned that his father wanted him to go to the Imperial Study, he had a plan in mind.

In the Imperial Study, Zheng Zirong knelt upright, looking listless. When she saw Zheng Zhian arrive, she winked at her worriedly.

Zheng Zhian gave him a reassuring look, and then...

With a smooth, 'thud,' she knelt down beside him.

"Father, I was wrong." Zheng Zhi'an bowed deeply to the ground, his voice heavy: "Yesterday, I shouldn't have drunk so much with my fifth brother, causing him to act impulsively..."

"It was your son who failed to persuade my elder brother. Please punish me, Father!"

Every word he spoke was so sincere and heartfelt, expressing deep regret.

Zheng Zirong turned his head blankly. Before coming here, he was thinking that since this girl had stood up for him without asking why yesterday, he should take responsibility for the matter and never involve her.

In retrospect, it was completely unnecessary.

Heartless guy!

Zheng Hongyuan stopped reviewing the memorials, looked up at his daughter who exuded cunning even in the strands of her hair, and his son who looked incredulous. He sincerely felt that his son was too innocent and unconventional.

He glanced at Zheng Zhian out of the corner of his eye, then looked at Zheng Zirong, "You speak."

Zheng Zirong muttered to herself, her head still hanging low, not daring to look up, and replied reluctantly, "Maybe... so."

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible; he was so timid and cowardly that he was nothing like the arrogant and domineering man he had been the night before.

"Ha, what a possibility!" Zheng Hongyuan's breathing became slightly heavy as he leaned back in his chair and slapped the armrest with one hand.

Masako's heart skipped a beat, her eyebrows drooped, and she lowered her head even further.

My butt is definitely not going to stay afloat today!

Zheng Hongyuan smiled but his eyes didn't light up: "Sixth Prince, have I been too lenient with you all this time?"

Zheng Zirong shrank his neck, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, a feeling of pent-up frustration stuck in his throat. Even if there was a reason for it, compared with the diplomatic relations between the two countries, Xiangrui's matter was really nothing.

"Liu Fuquan".

"Master." Liu Fuquan strode into the hall.

Seeing that things were going badly, Zheng Zhian cautiously poked his head out and said, "Father, we shouldn't have violated the palace rules by climbing over the wall and leaving the palace in the middle of the night."

"My sixth brother and I truly know we were wrong. Could you please be lenient with the punishment this time?!" She raised three fingers to the sky and solemnly said, "I promise I will never do it again."

I've seen people make excuses before, but I've never seen such nonsense. Knowing full well that the shadow guards would report their actions, she still insists on talking about violating palace rules.

high!

He Renteng was so badly beaten that he was completely disoriented, and his guards didn't even get a clear look at the two men. Even if the matter were investigated, it would either be dropped or someone would be pushed out to take the blame. It was impossible for the two men to be implicated.

Therefore, her skill in avoiding the important issues and focusing on the trivial ones is truly remarkable.

Zheng Zirong's expression changed from gloomy to sunny, and the corners of her mouth kept turning up. It seemed that this little girl still had some conscience. When she met the deep eyes of the person in front of her, she immediately became sullen.

He bowed his head to the ground, his voice rising with remorse: "Your subject shouldn't have dragged Le'an to drink and climb over the wall. Your subject knows his mistake and begs Your Majesty for punishment!"

The two men's back-and-forth banter made Liu Fuquan's eyebrows twitch, and he quickly lowered his head to cover it up.

Zheng Hongyuan stared at the two of them for a long time, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"You still have the leisure to visit brothels while you are in the city patrol office? I think the position of city patrol officer is not suitable for you. The position of city gate clerk is more suitable for you."

Abbreviation: guarding the city gate.

Zheng Zirong stared in disbelief, looking up at him: "Huh?!"

If word got out that a prince was going to guard the city gates, he'd be a laughingstock. How would he ever face anyone again?!

Meeting Zheng Hongyuan's imposing gaze, Zheng Zirong promptly shut her mouth.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian nodded in deep agreement, his heart beaming with joy, his eyes overflowing with laughter.

"And you."

Zheng Zhian's expression froze, his mouth agape in disbelief: "Huh?!"

If she really went to guard the city gate, Zheng Nianyun would make a big fuss, spreading the news far and wide, making it known throughout the city. He could laugh at her about it for the rest of his life.

Zheng Hongyuan raised his hand and pinched his brow. "In a few days, you will go and assist the Ministry of Justice in closing the case of the Prefect of Kyoto."

Scolding and beating this daughter were completely ineffective, and other punishments had no effect on her either.

Zheng Zhian wanted to decline, but when he glanced at his father, he saw that his father was clearly very angry, so he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Although she initiated the investigation into the nationwide embezzlement of fertile land by officials, it doesn't mean she wants to take over personally.

The original intention was to use this opportunity to push Chu Mo to the Ministry of Justice to take over the case of the Prefect of Kyoto, so that he would have a name to use when investigating the whole country in the future.

It was only now that Zheng Zhian began to understand the significance of his father's sudden outburst.

Yu Xiuzhu lost an arm, but wasn't he also missing an arm? If this knife is crippled, then we need to find someone of high rank who has no connection with any party to make a new sickle.

Looking at the government and the public, it seems that no one is more suitable than her.

Zheng Hongyuan's so-called "a few days" turned into more than half a month of waiting.

After ten days of rest, He Ren Teng was finally able to get out of bed, but for some reason, she started vomiting, having diarrhea, and having difficulty sleeping again. She lost a lot of weight because of this, and the imperial physician said it was due to the change in environment.

He Renteng nearly lost his life, and the Dong'er minister who was with him feared that if they stayed any longer, their monarch would die before the traitors in the country could make a move.

He immediately packed his valuables and left through the snow. As He Renteng was being carried onto the carriage, he sighed to the officials from the Ministry of Rites who were seeing him off, "The customs and culture of Anchong are really not in harmony with me."

When Zheng Zhian learned of this, he just laughed it off. He Renteng did not have an attack when he first arrived in Anchong, but he stayed for several months before he became unwell.

Once the people of Dong'er Kingdom left, some officials in the court prayed that the Northern Barbarians and Western Yu would stay longer.

As the ice and snow melt and green buds sprout, one can leisurely admire the kapok flowers from afar.

The first examination of the spring imperial examination officially began on the ninth day of the third lunar month. Students, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, stepped into the examination hall with excitement and anticipation.

Surprisingly, neither the Northern Barbarians nor the Western Yu people sought out Zheng Zhi'an for company.

Zheng Zhian and Chu Mo appeared early in the morning at an inconspicuous teahouse diagonally opposite the examination hall.

Chu Mo watched as the last student entered, then his gaze fell on the opposite side, where Zheng Zhian was leisurely swirling the coarse tea in his cup, as if it contained some exquisite brew. He couldn't help but chuckle: "You're quite composed."

Ever since he heard that the Emperor had entrusted that hot potato to Zheng Zhian, he had been thinking about how she would deal with it and how he could help her.

Everyone was watching her next move. This woman was going to ride horses with Arslan today and listen to music and stroll through the streets with Wan Qijin tomorrow.

It was as if she were the one responsible for receiving the envoys, and the case of the Kyoto Prefect was completely forgotten.

Zheng Zhian took a sip of tea and chuckled softly, "What does Senior Brother think of this year's students?"

Chu Mo glanced at her, pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "This year, in addition to the students from the aristocratic families of Dongyuan and Jiangling, quite a few students from poor families from various places have also come. Compared to previous years, there are quite a few students from poor families this year."

The educational resources available to children from poor families and those from aristocratic families cannot be equalized in a year or two, but the fact that so many people have been able to pass the imperial examinations and enter the spring examinations clearly shows that the implementation of the imperial examination system has been effective.

Ordinary people know that they can rise above others through education, so they will naturally strive to learn. Talented people will gradually emerge and break through the great net woven by the aristocratic families over Anchong.

"The top three should still come from Dongyuan and Jiangling," Chu Mo said, offering his guess.

Zheng Zhian propped his head up and looked at the pedestrians downstairs: "Who knows!"

After a moment of silence in the room, Ling Fei clasped his hands and reported:

"My lord, Lord Gu from the Ministry of Justice requests an audience."

Zheng Zhian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Chu Mo, then withdrew his hand and leaned against the armrest of his chair, saying softly, "Please."

Gu Lin, dressed in ordinary cotton clothes, bowed and said, "This humble official greets the princess. May the princess be well."

"Please rise, Vice Minister Gu." Zheng Zhian asked with a look of curiosity, "Vice Minister Gu, you've also come to see the students' talents?"

Gu Lin did not rise, still bowing and staring at the floor beneath his feet: "This humble official has come specifically to find the princess."

"Oh?"

"The officials implicated by Feng Daniu and his son have handed over many stewards from their estates, and those people have already confessed. Prefect Shou has already submitted their confessions to the Ministry of Justice." Gu Lin took out several neatly folded sheets of paper from his pocket.

"Please advise, Your Highness, whether this case should be closed."