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Those in positions of power and influence are difficult to target; without sufficient charges, they cannot be easily moved.

The fact that the little one could think of this proves that she is not completely ignorant.

"Do you know what this high-ranking and powerful person might do when cornered?"

If you drive a dog into a dead end, the vicious dog will surely fight back fiercely. Similarly, in the court, where power is deeply entrenched, a single move can have far-reaching consequences.

If there is even the slightest mistake, it will shake the foundation of the country and may even cause domestic unrest. In that case, no matter which side wins, the people will suffer.

Thinking of all this, Zheng Zhian suddenly realized.

Seeing that she understood his meaning, Xiao Huachi continued with a solemn expression, "Le'an, you have been born into a life of luxury, and as a member of the royal family, you possess supreme status and power. What is the source of all this?"

Without the support and respect of the people, then... she had never thought of these things before. She had been narrow-minded. Zheng Zhian raised her head and said solemnly, "Master, I understand."

Xiao Huachi nodded in satisfaction. "As long as your Zheng clan remains the royal family, the people of the world are a responsibility you cannot shirk."

"Your disciple has remembered." This is similar to, yet different from, her responsibility when she was a commander leading the army to defend the satellite planet.

It seems she really needs to apologize to her father and the others tomorrow.

"Got it?" Xiao Huachi smiled and put down his teacup. "Come, come, let's see if you've improved in divination lately." He got up, walked to the Bagua table, picked up a long wooden stick, and began to fidget with it.

Not again? Zheng Zhian looked towards the corner for help. Chu Mo sighed helplessly in his heart, got up and picked her up. His voice flowed out slowly like a mountain spring, "It's been a long time since I've interpreted a divination. I'll just ask my master for some guidance."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huachi glared at him. This eldest disciple had an extremely high talent for astrology and divination, and he could easily handle even the smallest divination.

The little guy can always find helpers wherever he goes.

Zheng Zhian smiled slyly to the side, having escaped another disaster. The old man always liked to cast various divinations and have people interpret them. Each time, she would have to ponder for a long time before she could barely solve them, yet he never tired of it.

...

The next day, after breakfast, Zheng Zhian meditated in the training room with her senior brother. Calculating the time, she waited until the court session ended before getting up to leave.

As soon as I got up from the ground, I saw my master sitting on the stone steps at the door, holding a sweet potato and eating it.

Before she could speak, the person on the ground, still eating, mumbled, "Going to see your father?"

"Yeah, we have to admit our mistake."

He quickly finished the sweet potato in his hand, stood up, dusted himself off, and casually waved his hand, "Go on."

Ling Fei stepped forward and picked her up. Just as they were about to leave the hospital, a voice came from behind them: "Remember this, besides being your father, that man is also the emperor of this country."

Zheng Zhian looked over Ling Fei's shoulder, but he was already gone. Thinking of what he had just said, a deep look flashed in her clear eyes.

The two arrived at the Imperial Study, and Ling Fei put the little one in his arms on the ground.

The young eunuch guarding the door saw Princess Le'an and hurriedly went to greet her with a smile, whispering, "Princess, what brings you here?"

Those who worked in the Imperial Study all knew that the Emperor had punished the princess by sending her to the Star-Picking Tower for confinement. How come she was out after only one day?

“I have something to discuss with Father Emperor,” Zheng Zhian replied softly.

Princesses have always been free to enter and leave the Imperial Study; she is the emperor's darling, and no one dares to stop her.

The young eunuch hurriedly made way, saying, "Princess, please go in."

Zheng Zhian didn't pay any attention and walked straight inside. After going around the screen, Liu Fuquan, who was standing to one side, was the first to see her.

He quickly gave her a look, meaning not to go in yet. Before Zheng Zhian could understand what he meant, a deep voice rang out, "Come in."

Zheng Zhian then walked over to the desk. Well, she now knew why Steward Liu had been giving her that meaningful look.

The Duke of Yun and the Minister of War both turned around to see who it was, and to their surprise, it was her.

Duke Yun frowned and turned around.

Minister of War Jiang Hetai looked down at her meaningfully.

"What does Lord Jiang have to say about what the Duke of Yun just said?" Zheng Hongyuan asked with an unreadable expression.

Zheng Zhian touched his nose, listlessly found a place far away from them, knelt down, and didn't say a word.

Looking at it this way, Jiang Hetai, standing next to his maternal grandfather, showed no sign of being outdone in terms of imposing presence.

He was also younger than his maternal grandfather.

Jiang Hetai bowed and said, "Although the patrols in the capital are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, their implementation... still depends on how the officials in charge carry them out."

"Is Minister Jiang saying that the mass killings in broad daylight in the West City were due to Cao Maode's dereliction of duty?" Duke Yun pressed on, his tone clearly questioning.

Before Jiang Hetai could refute, the Duke of Yun bowed solemnly and said, "I implore Your Majesty to thoroughly investigate all the officers and captains in the army to see if there are any similar people, and to rectify the situation in time so that the people in the city can feel at ease."

Patrols within the capital city were handled by the Wuwei Camp, which in turn was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War. Jiang Hetai never expected that this old fox would remain silent about the assassination attempt, instead claiming it was a mob fighting, dragging the Wuwei Camp into the mess. What a cunning old fox!

Jiang Hetai turned to look at him and said seriously, "Your Excellency is mistaken. Cao Maode is in charge of the West City. If something happened in his territory, it was indeed his mistake. He should be dismissed. Why is it necessary to investigate the entire Wuwei Camp?"

He then turned to the Emperor and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, if we make such a fuss and investigate the entire camp, it will likely cause panic among the soldiers of the Wuwei Camp. That would be a losing proposition!"

"Ha, panic? If you're truly on duty, why be afraid? Those who idle away their days and fish in troubled waters should be removed from the army as soon as possible. This is a good thing for both the military and the people." Duke Yun glanced at him sideways. "How can you call it a losing proposition?"

"Can..."

"Alright." Zheng Hongyuan leaned back in his chair, turning the jade thumb ring on his right hand with his left. His face showed no joy or happiness. He glanced at the two of them and said, "Let Fan Nong send someone to take a look. Just to put the people's minds at ease."

The two bowed in unison, "Yes."

"I have something else to report," Jiang Hetai said, standing up and glancing at the person beside him.

Duke Yun took his leave in a clear voice, and did not even glance at the kneeling servant until he was gone.

As Zheng Zhian touched his knees, thinking he would have to kneel for a long time, his father's voice rang out from above, "Since you don't want to stay in the Star-Picking Tower, then go back to the Twilight Cloud Palace to reflect on your mistakes."

When Zheng Hongyuan saw her, he knew that Old Master Xiao had not followed the method they had agreed upon.

"I." She looked up, intending to explain her purpose for coming here, but when she met the deep look in her father's eyes, she pursed her lips and whispered, "Yes."

As he turned to leave, and walked to the screen, he could still hear from inside, "His Majesty is rotating troops this time..."

On the way to Muyun Palace, Zheng Zhian thought back to the matter in the Imperial Study. Fan Nong was the commander of the Imperial Guard, directly under his father. The arrangement of having the Imperial Guard investigate the patrolling Martial Guard Battalion was quite interesting!

She could roughly guess who that person in high position was.

Seeing the dejected woman emerge from the imperial study, Ling Fei wanted to say something, and a thousand words of advice came to mind, but what came out was, "Princess, would you like me to carry you?"