Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Even though Chu Qingqing had always been bold, he was frightened by Jinchen's order to come in directly through the main gate. By the time he entered the Bihua Palace, his back was already soaked with sweat.

But what Jinchen promised her was also being fulfilled step by step. Everyone in the court knew that the newly crowned top scholar Xiao Yuan was appointed as a Hanlin academician, but for the first time in history, he was not arranged to marry by His Majesty, and the emperor even tacitly accepted the excuse that he already had a new mistress.

Chu Qingqing is waiting for the day when she helps His Majesty regain power so that she and Xiao Yuan can serve the country together with loyalty.

"My lord, please see your Majesty."

"It's so hot outside, but you're sweating all over." Jinchen peeled a lychee and ate it slowly, then asked, "How's the thing I asked you to check?"

"Your Majesty, the good medicine you mentioned does exist in the world, but the only monk who knows its whereabouts... has some relationship with the Imperial Master."

Chu Qingqing and Jinchen made eye contact, and Jinchen understood what she meant.

The Imperial Master was chosen by the Regent himself, so he must be his confidant. In other words... Chu Qingqing actually knew a long time ago that there is a miraculous medicine that is hard to find in this world, which can cure thousands of diseases.

Then why in the original plot, this medicine only appeared from Mu Zhongzheng's mouth in the later period when the original body was assassinated and Xie Zhiwei was doomed?

But no matter what, he had to get the medicinal ingredient before Mu Zhong.

"Keep investigating," Jin Chen wiped his hands, hiding the doubts in his eyes, and said, "Liu Feng will let you meet two secret guards later. They will take you to Jianghu Wanshi Pavilion, where they have more information."

"Jianghu Wanshi Pavilion?" Chu Qingqing's eyes widened in surprise. "Your Majesty, you have lived in the palace for a long time, how could you know someone from the martial arts world? Or... the Wanshi Pavilion that everyone knows?"

She was so surprised that she forgot about etiquette. Jinchen didn't care and just asked, "Do you still remember the princess who disappeared two years ago?"

"Remember, your cousin, Princess Liumo, was forced by the Regent to marry a foreign prince outside the Great Wall, and then disappeared for no reason." Chu Qingqing nodded.

"The current owner of Wanshi Pavilion is Liu Mo. She is not dead, but... does not want to marry." Jin Chen's voice was indifferent, as if he was not talking about the royal scandal, but something unimportant. "You go find her and report my name."

Chu Qingqing's heart was moved, and she bowed quickly: "Your Highness understands."

"Remember to bring some poetry, books and paintings next time you come, to avoid them getting suspicious."

"Yes."

The two were talking when Liu Feng hurried over to report, "Your Majesty, the prince wants to see you."

A smile flashed across Jinchen's eyes, and then he said, "No."

"Just say... Sister Qing and I are developing a relationship."

Chu Qingqing: “…” How vulgar.

Liu Feng could only bite the bullet and reply to Jie Zhiwei with the original words.

"Your Highness, please don't embarrass me." Liu Feng begged for mercy. He really didn't dare to face the angry Regent again.

"Cultivate feelings, huh." Xie Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, turned around to look at Dequan who was holding the soup bowl, and was once again rejected by Jinchen.

An inexplicable anger ignited the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. He stared at the palace door that had closed again with gloomy eyes. He wished he could go back to the day when Chu Qingqing was chosen as the future queen and never let this person enter His Majesty's sight.

Little did I know, jealousy was beginning to emerge.

After that, Jinchen did not come out of Bihua Palace for more than half a month. Xie Zhiwei asked him too hard, and Liufeng revealed a little truth.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has received guidance from a master and is practicing spiritual cultivation. Please do not disturb him."

Xie Zhiwei: “…”

At that moment, countless stories of emperors who were deceived by Taoist priests and eventually became addicted to the Five-Stone Powder flashed through his mind.

It's just nonsense.

-

In July, the hottest month of the year, a summer banquet was held in the palace.

Jinchen had to attend as the emperor, and could only temporarily interrupt his spiritual body training.

However, the nearly one month of training has yielded very good results, and perhaps it may be related to the fact that he is about to reach adulthood, Jinchen has not only recovered his complexion, but his body has also become much broader. Compared with his previous sickly appearance, he has more of an imperial spirit.

Therefore, when Jinchen entered the banquet hall wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, all the ministers and nobles were stunned. Although there were rumors that His Majesty was practicing some spiritual arts, no one expected the change to be so great!

The emperor in front of him only needs to raise his eyes slightly, and he will be as noble and dignified as Jin Zhaoyucu, shedding his former weakness and becoming so graceful and elegant.

For a while, the ministers who had daughters who were about to marry became busy. Now the regent was gradually giving up power, and the emperor was growing rapidly... maybe in the future, the country would still belong to the Jin family!

Xie Zhiwei sat in the first row on the left side of the dragon throne. He had not taken his eyes away since Jinchen entered the hall. He was amazed and puzzled. He just felt that the looks of these ministers and female officials were too disgusting. They actually dared to look directly at the emperor!

Especially... Chu Qingqing, who was tacitly accepted by all ministers as the future queen, appeared in the main hall in a dignified manner. This was not the place where the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Ling should be.

Jinchen sat on the emperor's dragon throne, and the eunuch behind him immediately announced the start of the banquet.

The sound of stringed instruments rang out, creating a lively atmosphere.

Naturally, the topic of conversation is about the future queen.

Chu Qingqing pretended to be shy and reserved on the surface, but secretly prayed to these ministers who always boasted after drinking to speak less. "Don't you see that the regent's face is almost as black as ink?"

The wine glass in front of Jinchen's table was empty. Chu Qingqing was being hinted by his father to pour wine for His Majesty. As soon as he stood up, he saw Xie Zhiwei, who was closer, walking up.

"Your Majesty, I will pour you some wine." Xie Zhiwei's tone was almost eerily gentle as he poured a glass of wine beside Jinchen.

Having not seen the beautiful prince for more than half a month, Jinchen smiled at him and said, "Thank you, little uncle." Then he held up Jie Zhiwei's wine glass with his palm to show respect.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhiwei's face darkened even more. He felt alienated from His Majesty. How could these etiquettes for elders be used on him? They were obviously...

"...Little uncle, it spilled."

Jinchen hurriedly saved the overflowing wine glass and looked up at him in confusion, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Zhiwei smiled suddenly, "No, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Okay, if the royal uncle feels uncomfortable, he can leave first." Jinchen nodded, his eyes fell on the actors in the palace music troupe who were performing. The next second, his little finger was hooked, and the touch was soft.

Jinchen looked to his side instantly, but Xie Zhiwei had just withdrawn his hand. The moment he turned his back to the ministers, he seemed to have turned back into the ghost that night, with innate charm overflowing in his phoenix eyes.

"Your Majesty, drink slowly." Xie Zhiwei said, and slowly withdrew, turned around, resumed his dignified and cold demeanor, and returned to his seat.

Jinchen looked at his fingers blankly, making sure it was not his illusion. Then he smiled, raised his glass to Jie Zhiwei, and drank it.

Xie Zhiwei's heart trembled, and a hint of red appeared on her cold and beautiful face, perhaps because she was drunk.