After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Nanny Deng's words were just daily chat between master and servant, and did not have any special meaning.

But it sounded different to Qin Yaoguang's ears.

She unconsciously stroked her fire fox fur collar and cleared her throat twice: "Thinking about what's next, I can't catch a cold."

Madam Deng nodded in agreement: "Master is right. Nothing can be more important than your own health."

Isn’t that right?

She died of overwork once in modern times, so she certainly couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake.

The Princess's Mansion was no different from usual.

The children continued to attend classes under Chun Ning's guidance, while the servants were busy with daily cleaning and other routine tasks in an orderly manner. The caravan to Beirong officially set off, and Su Diya came to say goodbye to Qin Yaoguang.

A small grease-painted covered wagon left from the side door, and inside it sat Bai Ling, whose eyes looked dull.

The emperor was accompanied by the eunuchs and servants assigned by the palace, and several guards from the princess's palace were also sent to escort her.

Their destination was Baixiang Temple.

Outside the palace, things were not so peaceful.

What happened at the Xie Family Club last night spread rapidly throughout the capital at an extraordinary speed.

Like a drop of water suddenly splashing into a pot of boiling oil, it instantly exploded.

The leisurely atmosphere during the Spring Festival was swept away, and it was clearly a sunny and nice day, but it seemed as if dark clouds were gathering and a storm was about to come.

People living in the capital have a keener intuition about politics than local people.

There was a bit more alertness on their faces and they became cautious.

In the court, no matter how uninformed a person was, when he discovered that Cui Yongwei was missing during the morning court session, he knew something was wrong.

Xue Qingkong and his family are still in prison, and another Jiuqing has been imprisoned.

Is the world going to change?

There are also the imperial censors with the most sensitive sense of smell.

It is their right to report anything they hear. With such a big thing right in front of them, everyone had dark circles under their eyes, and memorials impeaching Cui Yongwei came flying in like snowflakes.

Among them, there are also some doubts.

For example, the stories about ghosts and gods are not credible, the accounts have strange histories and their authenticity is questionable, etc.

However, among the numerous opinions, they only account for a minority and are far from reaching the level of confrontation and debate.

The reason was very simple. Cui Yongwei had been imprisoned in the Dali Temple and was sentenced by the emperor himself.

The emperor's favorite concubine died because of a fraudulent relief case during the flood three years ago. Everyone kept silent about it, but everyone knew it clearly in their hearts.

Knowing that the emperor was angry with Cui Yongwei, no one wanted to offend him.

Xie Shu saw it all and was secretly alert in his heart: It turns out that no matter how weak the imperial power is, it still retains its natural majesty when encountering problems.

As long as the emperor makes his attitude clear, he can gain the support of the vast majority of people in the court.

It's time to weaken the imperial power!

He has been doing this since he took control of the government.

As the imperial power declined, we should lend a hand to prevent the royal family's reputation from falling to the bottom.

When a noble family becomes powerful, we should suppress them to prevent them from becoming too arrogant.

If the nobles were domineering, they would pick out the troublemaker who was the most active and give him a severe beating.

As for the humble and clear stream?

A few poor scholars who can only talk, with no family support and no manpower or financial resources, have no other strengths except to stick together for warmth. He has never taken this force seriously.

Xie Shu used this method to balance the government, and it was always successful.

And let him have an illusion: he is the actual ruler of the Dajing Dynasty, and the one sitting on the dragon throne, who seems to be high above, is actually just a puppet controlled by him.

The taste of power brings infinite satisfaction to the heart.

He used a diligent appearance to conceal the devil of greed hidden in his heart.

He called in his trusted aides and wanted to take advantage of the discord between the eldest princess and Prince Anle to expand the conflict between imperial power and military power.

Peace and separation.

The two of them must divorce.

If one party divorces and causes a bigger problem, that would be the most ideal outcome.

Wanqi Lou has military merits, so you might as well recommend more for her so that she can reach a higher level.

At this critical moment when everyone is paying attention to Cui Yongwei, he can take advantage of the situation to increase the power of Wanqi Tower.

Only by improving Wanqi Tower's status can she be qualified to become the eldest princess' enemy.

Xie Shu has been a little confused about the eldest princess' temper lately, but no matter how she changes, her pride and innate dignity will not change.

She loved Yan Changqing so deeply, but her status was challenged by a small general.

What will happen?

Xie Shu expressed his great anticipation.

So, before it got dark, the news that the eldest princess wanted to divorce spread quietly.

Before dinner time, Yan Jinyang came to the courtyard of Huamutang with the foal he had delivered in his arms. He walked around several times and refused to go into the house.

Chunfen saw him and squatted down to ask him, "Fifth Master, are you here to see the master?"

Yan Jinyang bit his fingers and shook his head.

"Then I'll take you back? Or do you want to go to Master Qu's courtyard?"

He shook his head again, his black glass-like eyes were wet.

When Chunfen asked again, he buried his head in the foal's neck and stroked the foal's light brown hair with his dimpled hands.

What's going on here?

Chunfen looked up and winked at the little girl who was running errands.

The little girl understood and left quietly.

Not long after, Qin Yaoguang appeared in the yard holding Guyu's hand. Seeing Yan Jinyang from afar, he joked, "Hey, whose young master is this? Is he lost?"

Hearing his mother's familiar voice, Yan Jinyang's eyes lit up and he put down the foal and ran towards her.

"Run slower, don't fall."

As soon as Qin Yaoguang finished her instructions, the child rushed to her, looked up at her, said nothing, and even forgot to greet her.

"What's going on here?"

Yan Jinyang pursed his lips, tears glistening in his eyes, afraid that tears would fall out if he opened his mouth.

Look how wronged the child is.

Qin Yaoguang glanced in the direction of the foal and asked, "Do you want the mother to see the foal?"

Yan Jinyang nodded, then shook his head.

Qin Yaoguang asked the servants to take good care of the pony, then took his hand and walked into the house: "It's almost time for dinner, wash your hands first."

He did not object and followed her in obediently.

After washing his hands, Qin Yaoguang asked him about his homework for the day and what his brothers and sisters were doing. He answered obediently.

Soon it was time for dinner.

Hanlu appeared with a group of little girls, carrying food boxes and placing the meals on the table one by one.

Since Yan Jinyang was there temporarily, I asked the kitchen to prepare two more dishes that he liked.

He was sitting sideways to the door. Ever since the Cold Dew appeared, Yan Jinyang had been leaning sideways, staring outside, as if he was waiting for someone.

Even after the food was served and Qin Yaoguang picked up the chopsticks, Yan Jinyang still didn't look away.

In front of him, there was a plate of his favorite emerald pearl meatballs, but it could not attract his attention.

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Yaoguang gestured to Guyu to put a pearl meatball in his bowl and asked softly.

Although he is young, he has a lot on his mind.