Your Majesty, You Can't

Zhao Yin's long face was furious, his finger bones turned white with anger, "How dare he send someone to break into the palace and take Zhezi away! Think I'm dead!"

"But your majesty... You also allowed Prime Minister Helan's people to enter the palace to collect the booklet." The eunuch replied weakly against the emperor's anger.

"Can I not allow it?" Zhao Yin cast a cold glance at the eunuch who reported, "Let's see who they sent here! All of them are tall and strong guards with knives. Dare to enter the palace to face the saint. Even the few guards don't pay attention to the majesty of the Tian family. If I don't allow it, this daring Helan family will rebel!"

"Prime Minister Helan is deceiving people too much!" The young lady said indignantly after listening to Zhao Yin's words, "Why didn't your majesty chop off the heads of these guards? They despise the imperial prestige and beheaded according to the law."

Zhao Yin's arrogance suddenly extinguished, and he walked around the bedroom in small steps sullenly and said, "Except for a few confidant and loyal ministers, I acted like a child with a simple mind in front of the rest of the ministers, how could I kill you?" The head of the guard sent by Xiangfu? I have no choice but to bear it."

"emperor……"

Zhao Yin sighed faintly, "It's bitter gall..."

The little eunuch hadn't studied for a few years, so he could only barely understand some words. Although he couldn't understand what the emperor meant by "scrambling for courage", he could see that the majesty's immature face was full of sadness.

Not only does the whole world have to be supported by the young emperor, but he also has to worry about internal and external troubles all day long.Inside, there is Prime Minister Helan who is like a wolf like a tiger, and outside, there are barbarians of the Xiongnu who are staring at each other.

The 11-year-old child has been tossing and turning for many nights, unable to sleep.

The burden on the young His Majesty's body is so heavy that it makes people feel distressed.

The little eunuch who was only four or five years older than Zhao Yin opened his lips, wanting to comfort the Holy Majesty, but clumsily didn't know what to say.

"The Emperor—"

"The Yin time has come, please Your Majesty move to the Jinluan Palace to listen to the government."

The words on the edge of his mouth were abruptly interrupted, he watched the Holy Majesty had to put on the childish mask again, and felt that his throat was inexplicably choked.

Those words that were intended to be spoken seemed to turn into hot charcoal in an instant, and swallowed back into the stomach, it only made people feel pain like being burned in the stomach.

It hurts so badly.

The little eunuch's eyes couldn't help turning red.

Zhao Yin, who was dressed in a golden dragon robe, paused as he passed by the little eunuch's side, "What's the matter with calling me just now?"

You can't delay your majesty's court time because of your stupid comfort, the little eunuch wiped away the tears rolling in his eyes as he thought about it, bowed and said: "...the slave sends your majesty respectfully."

"Yeah." Zhao Yin responded in a calm manner, "After the imperial court, I'm going to drive to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The little eunuch raised his head in confusion, "Your Majesty?"

"After all, he is also the one who I called my voice father. He said that his body is sick, and I have to go and see him." The bead curtain on Zhao Yin's head collided with his figure and made a crisp sound as he walked away. , "I can't be left behind for heartless and unjust words."

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he left the bedroom, and the little eunuch could only stay where he was and watch the little figure drift away.

"The Emperor is here—"

The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty knelt down on the ground, "The ministers greet Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live."

The little emperor climbed onto the high dragon chair with difficulty, twisted his buttocks and sat down, then raised his hand and said in a childlike voice: "Your honor is flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

In the majestic Jinluan Hall, the ministers of the second class on the left and right held a memorial in their hands and muttered about irrelevant reports.

Without a leader He Lanzhi, this group of courtiers who were used to being manipulated by the prime minister who covered the sky with one hand did not even report a decent memorial.

Zhao Yin looked down and listened to all kinds of sycophants who praised him as more wise than Yao, Shun and Yu. The refugee issue that was mentioned yesterday, these ministers who are good friends with the prime minister did not mention a word today.

Except for a few of his confidantes who published the political newspaper, none of the rest said anything serious.

Eight out of ten are trash who know nothing but corruption and collusion.

This imperial court is rotten to the bone.

The more Zhao Yin listened, the angrier he became, and finally he picked up the paperweight on the dragon case and threw it down.

The emerald paperweight shattered all over the floor, and the crisp sound of jade breaking interrupted the flattery of a courtier who had been talking nonsense for a long time.

Long Yan was furious, and all the courtiers knelt down one after another, and no one dared to continue reporting.

"Father Xiang is not here, I don't want to go to court!" The little emperor angrily said to the courtiers, "I want to find Father Xiang. Retire!"