Parents are busy farming

When Ye Zifen, who was standing nearby, heard this, her willow-like eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of her pink lips also gently rose up, outlining an arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

She responded softly, "Mr. Prime Minister, you have been an official in the court for many years. No one must understand the intricacies and rules better than you, right? A newcomer like me, especially an official who has just taken office, will be attacked and criticized by everyone if I make even the slightest mistake! Look at my current status and my performance in the court today. Am I not the most suitable person to be used as a scapegoat and bear the blame?"

Hearing this, the Prime Minister narrowed his eyes slightly, and his originally loud voice became low. He said solemnly: "Princess, please don't be so pessimistic! With your extremely respected status and your innate intelligence, if you can be cautious and careful in everything you do, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Seeing this, Ye Zifen crossed her arms across her chest, still with a faint smile on her face, and said in a tender voice: "I hope it will be as smooth as the Prime Minister said! I will have to rely on your guidance and support in the future!"

After saying this, she leaned forward slightly and bowed to the prime minister.

Upon seeing this, the Prime Minister nodded quickly and said, "Of course, of course! If the Princess encounters any difficult problems, just send someone to tell me, and I will tell you everything I know."

Ye Zifen bowed slightly again and said softly, "In that case, I would like to thank you, Prime Minister, first!"

The Prime Minister waved his hand and said:

"You are too polite, Princess. We are both serving the court, so we should support each other."

The prime minister sat back down, but soon stood up again. His movements were neither fast nor slow, but each step seemed particularly heavy.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on his heart.

Finally, he stopped, took a deep breath, and said in a low and serious tone: "I'm going out to find someone."

After saying this, he turned around without hesitation and strode towards the door.

Ye Zifen frowned, thinking that the Prime Minister could just ask the servants to do it.

Just as the prime minister stepped out of the room, a new table suddenly appeared in the empty seat next to him.

At this moment, the warm sunlight just happened to shine through the carved window lattice, pouring down like golden sand, and falling on the smooth and new tabletop.

Not long after, the prime minister summoned the eunuch who was responsible for taking care of their daily life.

The Prime Minister had a calm face and a firm gaze. His voice was steady and powerful, like a towering mountain that could not be shaken. "Find all the memorials that have been handled in the past month and show them to the Princess. This will also help her understand and become familiar with the various affairs that we need to handle on a daily basis."

Hearing the prime minister's order, the eunuch hurriedly bent down slightly and responded respectfully: "Yes, Prime Minister, please rest assured, I will do it as soon as possible."

After saying this, the eunuch quickly turned around, his steps as quick as the wind, his sleeves fluttering in the wind as he moved quickly.

Ye Zifen opened her red lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your care and trust in me."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley. Her gentle words echoed in the slightly empty room.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's face was filled with anticipation, and at the same time, she was serious about what was about to happen.

Not long after, the eunuch came back in a hurry, holding a thick stack of memorials.

I saw that the memorials in his arms were piled up layer by layer, so densely packed that they looked like a small mountain towering into the sky!

He came jogging all the way, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, rolling down like pearls from a broken string.

Because he walked too fast, his steps seemed to be a little unsteady, and his body swayed involuntarily from side to side, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

The pile of memorials that he held tightly in his arms seemed to have a tremendous force, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

However, despite such difficulties, the father-in-law still carefully protected these memorials.

He walked slowly to the newly set up table, and then very gently placed the memorial in his arms on the table.

Every move was made with such caution, for fear that the slightest carelessness would cause any damage or omission to the memorials.

His hands were trembling slightly due to excessive nervousness, and his eyes were filled with extreme caution and awe.

After all the memorials were safely placed, the father-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to stand up straight.

Instead, he continued to bend over and said in a very respectful tone: "Your Highness, here are just the number of memorials accumulated in one day. Please take a look first. After you have read them all, if you need other memorials, I will go and get them for you, okay?"

After saying this, he bowed deeply again, bending his waist even lower, almost touching the ground.

Hearing her father-in-law's words, Ye Zifen nodded slightly, then stepped forward.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the covers of the memorials. Her fingers were as light as the breeze blowing across the lake, moving slowly on the memorials, as if she was carefully feeling the heavy weight they carried.

Then she took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself up, while also making final preparations for the heavy work that was about to begin.

At this moment, her originally pretty face gradually became serious, and her expression became more solemn, revealing an unwavering determination.

Ye Zifen gently stretched out her slender fingers and carefully opened the thick memorial in front of her.

Her eyes, bright as stars, were now staring intently at the densely packed words on the memorial, as if she wanted to imprint every word deeply into her mind.