The princess was ordained by Heaven.

After the emperor calmed down and finished reviewing a stack of memorials, the ministers finally arrived.

They had already learned of the Azure Dragon Guard's deployment, and their footsteps as they entered the study were filled with caution.

The emperor didn't give them a chance to think it over and directly stated his purpose.

The ministers began a heated discussion.

"Qin Duzhi, the system you proposed is suitable for the capital, but the local conditions are different in different places, so it cannot be generalized."

"A book alliance can be established outside the capital, managed by the government and major bookstores and book companies."

"If there is collusion between officials and businessmen, are there any effective methods to regulate it?"

"I have some ideas about this matter, but I still need your guidance."

In the past, ministers who often exchanged barbs due to poor relations have become more harmonious lately. Although they still argue, they do not argue for the sake of arguing. Therefore, they always reach a conclusion after each argument, and even if something is put on hold, there is always a reason and a specific restart date.

The emperor and Zheng Xun rarely spoke.

Or rather, for an emperor, the most important thing is to speak less.

All they need to do is stand firmly by their side when their ministers come up with appropriate solutions based on their abilities.

Of course, this also requires some vision and the determination to overcome all difficulties.

Coincidentally, the emperor possessed both of these items.

The group discussed the matter until the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) before finalizing the entire plan.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting resources when one has the ability, the emperor issued a direct edict instructing the second prince to assist in this matter.

His true intentions remain unknown. In any case, since Zheng Xun wasn't the one who got the job, she was quite at ease.

Having realized that she had no chance of leaving the palace that night, she prepared to slip away again after the ministers left.

However, the announcement from outside rang out again and again.

"Is this never going to end?!" Zheng Xun slumped into his chair, looking dejected.

The emperor did not criticize her posture, but he deeply mocked her pitiful situation.

This time, it was a palace maid from Consort Xian's palace who came to deliver food.

"Did Consort Xian send this to you?" the Emperor asked curiously.

His study was off-limits to unauthorized personnel, so the concubines rarely sent anything there, fearing they might run into him in a fit of anger and be implicated and reprimanded.

Moreover, Consort Xian's mind is entirely on the Sixth Prince, and she usually ignores him. Why would she suddenly send him food? Could it be that she's worried he's hungry?

Hmm, so does that mean he's doing pretty badly?

"Your Majesty, Consort Xian was worried that you would be preoccupied with state affairs and forget to eat, so she instructed me to bring you some food."

Zheng Xun's eyelashes trembled slightly as he glanced at the palace maid; it was a familiar face.

The other person smiled and knelt down in response.

Zheng Xun then realized that the food was not for the emperor, but for her.

For a moment, she couldn't quite describe her feelings.

She's not their Sweet Fruit, so why bother her? However, this body once belonged to Sweet Fruit, and she couldn't stop them from "remembering her by looking at the object."

Having figured this out, she jumped off the chair, picked up a lychee, and smiled at the palace maids: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'll go see them later."

Her words were polite yet distant, leaving the palace maid, who was used to seeing the two mistresses of the palace, Tianguo'er and Jingle Palace, at a loss for words for a moment. However, with the emperor still present, she dared not ask any further questions and withdrew with a smile.

The emperor glanced at Zheng Xun: "You and Consort Xian get along very well?"

“They’ve taken such good care of me,” she chuckled, her eyes darting around. She slipped to the emperor’s side, blinked, and looked at him sincerely. “Father, do you have any good medicinal herbs in your private treasury? Give some to my sixth brother! You see, you haven’t really taken good care of me, so Consort Xian and the sixth prince are doing their duty for you…”

The emperor pushed her away expressionlessly: "Get out of here!"

However, what she said did make some sense. He had already decided to go back and give Consort Xian some more rewards, mainly for the Sixth Prince. However, he didn't have much medicine in his private treasury. The Sixth Prince's health was like a bottomless pit, and as his father, he had always provided him with a lot of support.

The more he does this, the more cruel he appears to be to Zheng Xun in the past.

He wasn't indifferent to his children, but Sweetie was the one who was always forgotten. Apart from being given a name and the allowance of a princess, she never received anything more.

The emperor felt guilty, and when he turned his head and saw his small daughter, his gaze softened unconsciously.

Zheng Xun was so frightened by him that he took a step back: "Father, you can refuse if you don't want to. Your gaze... is so cheesy."

The emperor's paternal love was doused with cold water, and he coldly ordered Eunuch Li, "Li Xiaojun, bring over a set of tables and chairs and place them next to my desk."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Next, a small table was moved over, and then, just like the emperor's desk, a row of tall memorials was placed on it.

That can't be right, can it? It shouldn't be like this, right?

However, as it turns out, anything is possible.

The emperor pressed her down into a chair, handed her the seal and vermilion brush, and smiled kindly: "I see you have nothing better to do, why don't you help your father with some tasks?"

Zheng Xun retorted seriously, "Father, I am very busy."

“Refusal is futile. Since you are my good daughter, you should work hard until your elder brother returns.”

"But Father, I am a princess...isn't this overstepping my bounds?"

“Jianyang is also a princess. She can go to the battlefield, so why can’t you approve memorials? Don’t worry, I treat my children equally.”

"Then the civil and military officials..."

"They won't say much."

After all, Zheng Xun's situation was special. What would be a difficult precedent for others seemed commonplace for her.

Zheng Xun stiffly looked up at the stack of documents that was taller than himself, his lips moved for a long time, and he resolutely decided to slack off.

"If you can't finish reviewing today, continue tomorrow. It's best not to leave the palace and stay there. Don't worry, the palace can accommodate you."

Feeling manipulated, Zheng Xun could only angrily pick up his pen.

[Zhou Bapi! Tyrant! Tonight, I'll add a line to the history books, making sure future generations know that my father was a tyrant!]

I'm only ten years old! Waaah, why do I have to suffer like this? I have so many brothers and sisters, why me of all people?

The emperor craned his neck to look at it and found that she had written four large characters on the memorial: "utter nonsense."

emperor:……

Well, although Zheng Xun was angry, he was still quite organized. He casually flipped through these reports and knew that there was nothing important in them.

After all, even if he were frivolous, he wouldn't joke about matters of national importance.

Surprisingly, Zheng Xun's calligraphy was quite good, elegant and powerful, with strokes as fine as jade and as silver as ink. Well, of course, this might be because he was angry.

One can tell a person from their words, yet her writing is full of murderous intent and aura.

But she was only ten years old.

The emperor frowned, suddenly recalling the characters he had written when he was ten years old.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that the child took after him.

He chuckled for a moment, then began to bury himself in handling state affairs.