A needle flew into the iron cage and sank into Wang Yu's head.
Wang Yu slowly stopped being manic, fell back, and slowly closed his eyes.
The person who shot the needle was Murong Jie. He was holding a small iron box in his hand, which was a mechanism for the poison needle. Of course, what was shot out was not a poison needle, but a confusing needle.
He strode out and took Zi'an's hand, "Come on, I'll take you back."
Zi'an opened his mouth, and seeing the flash of pain in his eyes, he immediately realized that he didn't want to face Wang Yu and his soldiers here.
Zi'an didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only remain silent all the way.
When they were about to reach the Prime Minister's residence, Murong Jie suddenly spoke, "The territory of our Great Zhou is protected by the blood of these soldiers. The people can live and work in peace and the high-ranking officials can call the shots without any worries, all thanks to them. I swear that I will not let anyone who uses the lives of soldiers to fight for power go."
Zi'an saw the rage surging in his eyes and the veins throbbing on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit of his patience.
Zi'an reached out his hand, wanting to hug him, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he stopped his hand in mid-air and slowly retracted it, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help."
"Xia Zi'an, I will not let Xia Huaijun go. He is the instigator of this incident." Murong Jie looked at Zi'an and said coldly.
Zian nodded, "Yeah."
She didn't know what to say. She also knew that Murong Jie was not angry with her. It was just that everyone knew that Xia Zian was Xia Huaijun's daughter, and this could not be changed. Once something happened to Xia Huaijun, everyone in the Xia family would be implicated.
Murong Jie was warning her that if she wanted to take action, she'd better do it as soon as possible, otherwise she would be dragged into this vortex as Xia Huaijun's daughter.
Murong Jie looked at her and said, "If you can't leave the Xiangfu, it's best to do something to let people see that you and the Xiangfu are not on the same page. If something happens to the Xiangfu in the future and someone is willing to plead for you, they will know where to start."
Zi'an was silent for a moment, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
"Why should I give your mother a piece of land?" Murong Jie asked back.
Zi'an raised her head and said, "Do you mean you want me to move to the backyard as well?" She did have this plan.
"Yes, and it would be best if the backyard and the front yard were separated, with a wall built around them to form an independent mansion." Murong Jie said.
"Self-built residence?"
"Your mother is the Princess of Danqing County. She can submit a request to the Ministry of Revenue to build her own residence, and the Ministry of Revenue will allocate money to her."
Zi'an finally understood his good intentions, because she was still the daughter of the Xia family and had not yet married, it would not be convenient for her to live outside. By leaving a piece of land for his mother and conferring the title of county lord on her, his mother could establish her own mansion without having to rely on the prime minister's residence, and could even build a main gate on the bamboo garden to form a small mansion.
In that case, she didn't move out, but she also had nothing to do with the prime minister's mansion.
"I understand. I don't want to build a wooden house by the lake. I want to build a mansion for me and my mother." Zi'an said.
"This matter is bound to cause a stir, but remember, the bigger the stir, the better. The more people know that you have broken with the Prime Minister's Mansion, the better." Murong Jie said.
"I understand." Zi'an thought for a moment, "I will cut down all the bamboo forests, and then clear the open space to apply for construction. As for the rockery and corridors in the lake that stretch all the way from the Xiangfu Lake, I will also demolish them. No one can enter the Danqing County Lord's residence from the Xiangfu."
"Well, the main gate should be opened from the left side, not from the bamboo garden side, which is always close to the mountain."
"Your Highness is very thoughtful." Zi'an was very grateful.
Murong Jie said calmly: "In that case, it would be much more convenient for me to go to your boudoir late at night. At least I don't have to go through the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"… "
Forget it, she felt that the regent who was angry and forbearing just now was more emotional.
Before getting off the carriage, Murong Jie said to her: "Tomorrow the king will come to take you to the palace."
Zi'an was surprised, "Enter the palace?"
"Yes, my mother said that before issuing an order to grant the marriage, she must meet you first." Murong Jie looked at the frightened little face and said lightly, "It's not like you haven't met her before, what are you worried about?"
She wasn't worried, she was nervous.
How is it the same as before? In the past, I risked everything to survive.
But now, she was going to meet his mother, especially after knowing that the Noble Concubine no longer treated him as a son, and the Empress Dowager was more like his mother. Then tomorrow she would meet her future mother-in-law. How could she not be nervous
Thinking back to the previous times she entered the palace, she was either covered in scars or looked disheveled. She was sure that she had left a bad impression on the Empress Dowager, otherwise the Empress Dowager would not have asked to see her again.
She looked worried, "Did the Queen Mother say why she wanted to see me?"
"I don't know. She told me before I left Beijing, but I was busy at that time, so I didn't take you in."
Zi'an actually really disliked the atmosphere of the palace. As soon as he entered the palace, he felt like something was pressing on his chest and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
"One more thing. You just mentioned the rockery and corridors in the Prime Minister's Mansion. If I remember correctly, they should be the Feng Shui formations arranged by the old lady."
"Feng Shui formation? Does she believe in this? I remember that she doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, although she always chants Amitabha."
"Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods, but they believe in Feng Shui."
"It's very strange."
Murong Jie sneered, "What's so strange about that? If a person who has done too many bad things believes in ghosts and gods, he will believe in divine punishment and dare not do bad things. However, Feng Shui is different. Many noble families believe that if Feng Shui is used well, it can bring wealth and prosperity to people and make them worry-free forever."
Zi'an also sneered, "Then my good grandmother is really stubborn in choosing good."
Murong Jie looked at her and said seriously, "I want to tell you that if you want to destroy the rockery and cut off the corridor bridge, she will definitely strongly oppose it and will take extreme actions. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry about me, I will take care of it." Zi'an knew that he was also in a state of panic. He was already feeling uneasy because he couldn't help him, and he absolutely couldn't let him worry about him anymore.
Murong Jie looked at her deeply again and said, "Go ahead. Tomorrow morning, I will come to take you to the palace. After you leave the palace, you must immediately ask your mother to submit the documents for the establishment of the palace to the Ministry of Revenue."
"I understand." Zi'an got off the carriage and watched it turn around and leave, feeling very emotional.
Not long ago, she was very afraid of this man, always thinking that he would become a trouble to her, but unexpectedly, he became her patron saint.
The moment I walked into the prime minister's residence, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the sky. This summer, a heavy rainstorm has been brewing. It had rained several times before, but there were only loud thunder but small raindrops. Finally, is this heavy rainstorm coming
Zi'an walked in step by step, his steps steady and calm.
The earth has been dry for a long time, and she has been waiting for this heavy rain!
(End of this chapter)