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

After returning to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Pei Jiaoran immediately ordered someone to call Li Jing over. The office was still warm, and tea was boiling on the stove. The faint fragrance of tea spread throughout the room.

When the water boiled, Pei Jiaoran poured two cups of tea, pushed one in front of Li Jing, and took the other one himself, sipping it.

"After writing the memorial, I will go to the Censorate and the Dali Temple first and show them Bai He's confession." Pei Jiaoran smiled, "I will sign my promise on the confession first."

After the voice fell, Li Jing showed astonishment on his face. It seemed that he did not expect Pei Jiaoran to be willing to sign a confession in this case. In this way, the two of them were deeply bound together. His every word and action would affect her. Similarly, this confession approved by the Minister of the Central Secretariat also became extremely important.

After thanking Pei Jiaoran, Li Jing said, "Prime Minister Pei, if there are other changes at the court meeting tomorrow, you will be involved."

"It's already signed. It's meaningless for Baihe to blame other people again." Pei Jiaoran tapped the table with his fingers, "Draft another memorial for me. I want to impeach the envoy of the Southwest Military Academy. You write that he embezzled money and set up a private treasury."

Hearing the words "Southwest Military Academy", Li Jing sighed, "How come there is no clean place after being touched by these eunuchs? They are all giant pests."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran smiled but said nothing. Eunuchs are the representatives of imperial power, and they are attached to and defend imperial power. Their actions may not be due to their own greed, but may also be due to an unintentional word from the sky above their heads. The emperor's words made them flock to him.

"Write now. I'll be waiting." Pei Jiaoran waved his hand to signal Li Jing to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on his desk.

She stood up and walked to the window, standing in front of it which was half-open. The cold wind blew in through the gap, blowing the hair on her forehead.

Looking through the window, all I could see was white.

The sound of the brush scratching across the paper in the office was particularly clear, accompanied by the crackling sound of the burning charcoal basin nearby. It made me sleepy.

Rubbing his forehead, Pei Jiaoran said, "I'm a little tired. I'll go in and take a nap. Call me when you're done. If you feel cold, ask the servants outside to come in and add some charcoal."

After entering the public room, Pei Jiaoran did not light a candle. He walked to the couch in the dark, casually lay on his back, with his feet hanging on the ground. He pulled the quilt on one side to cover himself, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Ever since Li Xiujing left for the war, she had been busy day and night in the Secretariat and other provinces, and had hardly had a good night's sleep.

She didn't know how many hours she had slept. When she woke up, the room was even darker. Relying on her memory, she carefully walked to the low cabinet on the side and lit the candle. She walked out slowly holding the candlestick.

Li Jing was still buried in front of his desk, writing furiously on the paper. Pei Jiaoran's mouth curled up.

"Haven't you finished writing yet?" Pei Jiaoran asked.

As if startled by her sudden words, Li Jing raised his head in panic, "I wrote one before. But I read it myself and felt dissatisfied, so I revised it again. After reading it over and over again, I felt that the wording was inaccurate in some places."

I bent down to pick up the paper ball that had fallen to the ground, and carefully unfolded it. The words on the paper came into view.

After reading it carefully, Pei Jiaoran smiled and said, "It's a memorial of accusation, not a congratulatory memorial to Your Majesty. Just explain the situation clearly in it. Just copy it according to the one in my hand."

Li Jing bowed his head and responded.

In just one stick of incense, Li Jing finished writing the memorial and handed it to Pei Jiaoran respectfully.

Taking the memorial written by Li Jing for her, Pei Jiaoran nodded and said, "Give me your impeachment of Bai He."

He handed the memorial over as he was told, and Pei Jiaoran didn't even look at it. He just signed his approval on it.

Remembering what Pei Jiaoran had told him before, Li Jing took the box containing the memorial and bowed to take his leave.

Pinching his eyebrows, Pei Jiaoran was about to get up and leave when he suddenly saw a ray of light at the door.

Soon, a man wrapped in a cloak walked in slowly.

Pei Jiaoran stared at the cloaked man in front of him, narrowing his eyes, with a smile on his face.

"Yuan Juyuan, why are you dressed like this here so late at night?" Pei Jiaoran leaned against the table, speaking in a lazy tone.

Upon hearing this, the cloaked man took off his hat, revealing the face of Yuan Zhengze. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Pei, for introducing me to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Pei Jiaoran took the goldfish bag from his waist and played with it in his hands, his brows relaxed, "After all, the one who will succeed to the throne in the future is the crown prince. Yuan Juyuan is now a hot figure in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you can't get the favor of the future king, it will be of no benefit to you and me."

Even though the crown prince is not happy with the upper limit of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, as a product of the imperial power, is the first force used by the imperial power to check the power of the prime minister, and is also the hub for maintaining the balance between the imperial power and the prime minister. Rather than choosing a eunuch who is unknown to him, it is better to choose one who is easy to control.

"Mr. Pei is right. I am fortunate to have your help." Yuan Zhengze smiled widely. He saw Pei Jiaoran's teacup was empty and quickly poured tea. "Although I have been able to borrow the treasure and have the support of the crown prince, I am not the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs after all. I am bound to be constrained in my actions. I think..."

"What are you talking about, Yuan Juyuan? You are a favorite in the eyes of the emperor now, so why do you need my help?" Pei Jiaoran shook his head.

Thinking of Pei Jiaoran's words before, Yuan Zhengze couldn't figure out what she meant for a moment, so he could only flatter her: "Mr. Pei, you are now a well-known figure in the Secretariat. I am just a mustard seed, how can I be compared with you. I believe that it won't be long before you can control the entire Political Affairs Hall."

"Everything is under my control? Ha, does Yuan Jue want me to be demoted? I don't know how many people are eyeing that position." Pei Jiaoran said coldly.

Pei Jiaoran tapped the table with his fingers and raised his head slightly.

"How can that be possible? Compared to you, Mr. Pei, the others are all fools." Yuan Zhengze's smile seemed particularly affectionate. However, his eyes stared coldly at Pei Jiaoran.

Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and sneered, then suddenly stood up, crossed the long table, lowered his head and approached Yuan Zhengze in front of him, and put his hand on his shoulder.

She smiled gently, but her eyes were sharp.

"Prime Minister Pei..." Yuan Zhengze called out in a low voice.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran raised his eyebrows, gently patted Yuan Zhengze's shoulder and said, "Yuan Juyuan, don't be afraid. I just saw a bug on your shoulder and crushed it to death for you."

Pei Jiaoran took his hand back, picked up the cloth beside him and wiped his hands, then said: "Since Yuan Juyuan has this intention, it is not impossible for me to help. It's just that..."

He picked up the cold tea and took a sip. Pei Jiaoran asked slowly, "Is your majesty investigating the matter of Su Cho?"

"Yes. Your Majesty is quite angry about this." Yuan Zhengze seemed to have thought of something, and smiled, "Su Jinghui is just a man with no talent or knowledge, how can he stand in your way? I am willing to hand you the knife."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran smiled and said nothing.

"It's not difficult to make the borrowed item the real thing. Yuan Juyuan is so straightforward, I will do my best." Pei Jiaoran smiled, "I hope Yuan Juyuan won't let me down."

"Of course. It's late at night, so I won't bother you anymore." Yuan Zhengze bowed.

After Yuan Zhengze left, Pei Jiaoran turned to look at the candlestick beside him. He casually threw the letter hidden beside him into the charcoal basin at his feet and let it be swallowed.

The letter burned, and the drums began to beat. A new day was about to begin.