After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

The servant nodded and left, and the door closed. Pei Jiaoran leaned against the table with his eyes lowered, tapping the desk with his fingers. Suddenly, he recalled Yuan Zhengze's words.

It seems that someone has keenly sensed her intention to attack Su Jinghui and is secretly investigating the matter. However, this person seems to have not found anything so far, and has instead alerted the enemy.

However, the rumors were not just rumors, but the cruel truth. The people's cries could not reach the ears of the gods, and they could only let the grass cover their bones.

The emperor's anger needs an outlet. As a prime minister, you need to reconcile the cauldron and coordinate the yin and yang. If you can't do this as your responsibility, but instead are greedy for power without bottom line, you will naturally become a prey. Now that the rumors have spread and become public opinion, how can the emperor not ask about it now that he has heard it?

Pei Jiaoran gently rubbed the corner of her clothes, her lips curled slightly. After a while, she could close the net she had set.

"Mr. Pei, please go to Mr. Cen's place." The servant said outside the door.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran opened his eyes, yawned lazily, got up and went out, heading towards the gate.

When she arrived, the Imperial Court Minister was just leaving with his subordinates, and they exchanged greetings. Pei Jiaoran looked up at Cen Xi, who was sitting upright in the room, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Cen." Pei Jiaoran put on his clothes and sat down, calling out with a smile.

Cen Xi raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on her. "Wu Lingjia submitted a petition this morning. She said that the Ministry of Comparison found discrepancies in the Dongdu treasury calculations, and she wants to go and check it again in person."

"Well, this is my idea." Pei Jiaoran took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Right now, Yanziku sees her as a thorn in the eye, so it's better for her to go out and avoid the limelight."

Hearing this, Cen Xi said, "So before she comes back, the people in Yanziku can't touch this autumn tax."

"Do you think Yanziku will be so obedient, Lord Cen?" Pei Jiaoran sneered and said, "Yanziku is involved in the matter of errors in the account books. The Censorate and the Ministry of Comptroller will not let them go for a while. Zhang Rang is pressing them hard, I think they will probably panic and do nothing."

"What do you mean...?" Cen Xi narrowed his eyes.

Pei Jiaoran smiled faintly, "Use bait to lure them, maybe we can replace Yanziku with our own people."

"Are you targeting the Yanziku this time, or are you just cleaning it up?" Cen Xi frowned, "Don't make things too awkward."

"I have asked Li Jing to prepare a memorial to impeach Zhang Rang and his eunuchs for occupying good farmland. The matter of the Yanziku was just a cover-up." Pei Jiaoran lowered his eyebrows, "It's a good opportunity to settle both new and old grudges together."

Cen Xi stared at her closely.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she was telling him a fact.

She planned to take advantage of this opportunity to severely damage the Ministry of Internal Affairs and strive to take back the power that originally belonged to the Southern Court. In the past, Yuan Rui was framed by Zhang Rang and others and died a violent death. The scholars of the world have been indignant for a long time. Under such circumstances, how could they let Zhang Rang go?

Then the result may be...

"Prime Minister Pei..." Cen Xi's tone was drawn out. Having experienced the changes in the political situation, Cen Xi was already calm and composed, without any desires or demands. At this moment, he suddenly lost his smooth and indifferent attitude and said coldly, "Don't be too extreme."

A few numbers fell into my ears.

Pei Jiaoran raised his eyes and glanced over with a cold and sharp gaze.

"I'm not a person who is obsessed with profit." Looking out the window, Pei Jiaoran lowered his head and glanced at the dark pattern on the purple robe. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "It's just that Li Jing has mentioned this matter again and again. I think it's better to let him fall and know the seriousness of this matter."

After taking a sip of tea, Cen Xi sighed, "It's not easy for Li Jing to be so passionate. I'll do my best to protect him in the court tomorrow."

Pei Jiaoran nodded, "Of course." After a pause, he continued, "I have a friend named Sun Shaofeng who works as a female official in the palace. I hope Lord Cen can take care of her."

"It's a piece of cake. But right now there are rumors in the inner court, and palace servants often secretly worship their family members." Cen Xi's eyes were filled with worry, "Your Majesty is very concerned about this matter."

"Rumors stop at the wise. Your Majesty will know whether it is true or not if you investigate it thoroughly. It's getting late, so goodbye." Pei Jiaoran said.

After looking at her deeply, Cen Xi nodded in understanding.

After returning to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he reviewed documents for a while. Finally, it was time to go off duty. Pei Jiaoran was the first to go downstairs, looking at the colleagues coming out of the office, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Pei, please come in first." The leading Zhongshu Sheren Guo Wenben said with a smile.

"No problem." Pei Jiaoran looked inside the public room and saw someone still writing at a desk, so he asked, "Who's in there?"

"Li Jing, Li Buque. He heard today that Sheren Lin had an emergency at home, so he took over the duty for Sheren Lin. He hasn't had time to report this to you yet." Guo Benwen said.

Pei Jiaoran lowered his eyes as he looked at Li Jing who was writing furiously.

"I don't know what he is doing, he is so mysterious. There are a lot of scraps on the ground." Guo Wenben sighed, "I just hope he doesn't cause any trouble."

As the words fell into his ears, Li Jing seemed to sense something and looked over.

Noticing Li Jing's gaze, Pei Jiaoran left with his hands behind his back.

When she returned to Chongyifang, Zhou Mancao was not there. Now Bifei lived and ate in the girls' school. It was a big house with only her and a few maids, so it was a bit lonely.

After sending the maid away to rest, Pei Jiaoran sat barefoot on the fence, looking towards the northwest.

Calculating the time, Li Xiujing should have arrived at the military town of Shen Ce. I don't know how he is doing now.

The cold moon in the sky is like a hook, and the autumn wind is blowing gently. The night in the northwest is cold and dry, and it seems that you can eat sand when you open your mouth.

A few dozen miles away from the Shen Ce Army, the specially built camp was brightly lit. Soldiers sat on the ground around a bonfire. They were very interested in discussing Tubo and Nanzhao. Their eyes were full of yearning for achievements and titles.

Sitting in the middle was He Liang, the deputy general of the Shen Ce Army. He sat cross-legged and chattered among the crowd with saliva flying all over the place.

In the darkness of the night, the sudden sound of drums was a little abrupt. Li Xiujing walked out of the tent, holding a whip in his hand. He tapped his palm lightly, his eyes wandering around the faces of the people.

The Right Shence Army today is no longer the same as before. It is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, guarding the imperial court.

The soldiers who were originally chatting and laughing now stood straight in the night.

"General, we can start the night training now." Feng Yuanxian bowed and said.

Hearing this, Li Xiujing nodded.

The so-called night training is to test everyone's combat capabilities at night.

After all, the situation on the battlefield is complicated, and the enemy cannot only operate during the day. If a night attack is required or to prevent the enemy from attacking at night, we need to deal with it.

After the gong sounded, everyone followed the pre-arranged teams. Five people in a group, each holding a four-jin bow, stood three meters away, and aimed at the haystack in the distance. There was no light, only a vague outline. They had to make sure the arrows hit the target and not miss.

Following Feng Yuanxian's order, arrows were shot out simultaneously.