Your Majesty, You Can't

After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhao Yin waved He Lanzhi, who had been sent all the way, to hurry back and continue entertaining his guests, while he himself stepped on the stool and was about to take the emperor's car back to the palace.

Zhao Yin raised his arm and handed it to the personal eunuch who helped him into the car. As soon as the serving eunuch took over the right hand of the Holy Majesty, he couldn't help being frightened by the shocking blue and purple scars.

The little eunuch held Zhao Yin's hand nervously and asked, "What happened to the emperor's hand!!!?"

"I accidentally fell." Zhao Yin replied lightly, as if it wasn't his own hand that was injured.

"How did Your Majesty suffer such a serious injury after entering and exiting the Prime Minister's mansion?!" The little eunuch carefully held the young emperor's hand up and down and kept checking, "Did your Majesty hurt any bones?"

Zhao Yin raised his hand and shook it casually, and then he clenched his fist. A piercing pain spread to the back of his hand, which made Zhao Yin frowned slightly and gasped slightly.

The little lady listened frightenedly, and stared wide-eyed at her Majesty's painful reaction, "Your Majesty...?"

"Probably not." After waiting for the pain to subside a little, Zhao Yin answered calmly, then sat in the carriage and leaned on the velvet cushion and said lightly, "Call the imperial doctor after returning to the palace. , it’s not a big deal, let’s drive.”

"Your majesty is the king of a country, and the one who is injured is the right hand of the daily imperial memorials. How can you not pay attention... The emperor doesn't care about himself too much..." The little eunuch muttered a few words softly, and raised his hand unhappily. The curtain yelled at the bearers outside, "Let's drive!"

Zhao Yin glanced at the personal eunuch who complained that he didn't care about his body with some amusement, shook his head helplessly, adjusted to a posture that made him feel comfortable enough to let his back sink on the cushion, and slowly Close your eyes to calm your beating heart.

Compared with the injured hand, what really lingered in his heart was the one that kept replaying in his mind, the handsome face that was just a stone's throw away from himself.

And the hot and humid breath... and the faint scent of sandalwood exuding from his body.

Sigh...he is really hopelessly in love with He Lanzhi...

Zhao Yin sighed while holding his forehead, and had to admit that he was distracted by his beautiful father.

Perhaps as early as some time ago, he had already fallen in love with He Lanzhi...

After all, when he came to the conclusion just now, he didn't feel a trace of astonishment in his heart, on the contrary, he was somewhat relieved to finally confirm his mind.

After thinking all the way, Zhao Yin calmly accepted the fact that he fell in love with He Lanzhi - the prime minister who once made him hate him so much - but his heart was already in a mess.

Ever since he came back from the prime minister's mansion, the young Sichun expression that he had never seen on Zhao Yin's face appeared from time to time on his face.After approving the memorials, the courtiers in the palace can always see their wise and intelligent majesty staring at the memorials written by the prime minister in a daze.

Even the imperial doctor who came to treat Zhao Yin's hand injury could clearly sense the young emperor's fugue in recent days. No matter whether his attack was light or heavy, the emperor would always hold his head and watch silently. Looking outside the palace, he didn't even notice how his hands were treated.

However, this kind of trance and fugue only happens when he is not dealing with political affairs, so apart from the palace people who live in the palace, no one else sees anything strange about Zhao Yin.

Everything is still going on as usual.

Except that when he saw He Lan, his eyes would subtly linger on him for a while longer, Zhao Yin still went to court as he wanted, and approved memorials as he wanted.

According to what he had promised to He Lanzhi in private, after half a year, those Helan party officials who had not committed serious mistakes were released one after another, starting from the parents of the people in the counties around the capital.

For those officials who were spared from death, He Lanyi sent gifts to express his condolences, and at the same time expressed his and Zhao Yin's hopes for this group of people.

And those officials who had been neglected in the court before, after seeing the emperor's move to gradually release some of the original Helan party members, now found that the emperor had never thought of abolishing Prime Minister Helan at all.All of them looked terrified, and hurriedly wanted to hug He Lanzhi's thigh again.

Of course, before the thigh could be hugged, this group of people was severely criticized by Zhao Yin for only thinking about the undercurrent of the power in the court and not focusing on the business.

Since then, the courtiers' attitude towards Prime Minister He Lan's freezing point began to warm up again.

And the only one who seemed calm about this was Prime Minister He Lan, who stayed firmly in the aspect of luxury and grandeur.