Chapter 6 Wait Until He Dies

Wen Jin returned to his own residence.

The residence of the powerful minister of the dynasty had a nice view, with spacious pavilions, gurgling water, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers.

It was just that the environment should have been beautiful and quiet, but it made people feel deserted.

The servants saluted respectfully: "Sir."

He didn't say anything, and went all the way back to the main courtyard. Looking at the cold and lifeless environment around him, his eyebrows were stained with a layer of worry.

He lowered his eyes to look at his hands, which were clearly jointed, slender and white. They were clearly a pair of beautiful hands, but these hands... these hands had done something that made him regret.

Wen Jin trembled unnoticeably, with grief and a trace of relief in his eyes.

Fortunately, she was still alive.

Fortunately, they were still young.

"Sir." A man in black came quietly and stood respectfully three feet away from him. "General Manager Lu went to the Princess's Mansion."

Wen Jin came back to his senses, and his expression instantly returned to calm and gentle. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice was so faint that no emotion could be heard: "Within three days, bring Lu Guozhong's head to see me."

"Yes."

"Let Wei Yun come."

"Yes."

Wen Jin returned to his room and did not call anyone in to serve him. He packed a few clothes alone, all of which were snow-white silk robes with elegant colors. He carefully folded them and put them in his bag.

He also packed a few books he often read.

Wen Jin turned and walked to the window, and suddenly felt that two days were a bit long.

Wei Yun, the trusted commander of the Prime Minister, walked in and knelt on one knee: "Sir."

"I will take sick leave starting tomorrow, and you will be fully responsible for the affairs of the mansion."

"Sir?"

"Create some trouble for the Xiao family. In the next three months, I want to see the Xiao family fall into civil strife, and make the Xiao family disappear from the imperial capital within half a year."

Wei Yun's heart trembled, and his head lowered: "Yes."

"Feng Tianqi has been quiet for so long, it's time to take action."

"I understand."

"Go."

"Yes, I'll take my leave."

...

"We are here by order, and we must see the princess." Lu Guozhong led people to surround the princess's mansion, and his attitude was particularly tough, "Please ask Commander Shen to report again."

Shen Mo's attitude was tougher than his: "Your Highness is in a bad mood and will not see anyone."

"How dare you!" Lu Guozhong said sternly, "Is the princess going to disobey the order?!"

So what if she disobeyed the order?

Yan Qing stood in front of the window, his eyes cold and calm, and did not respond to what happened outside.

After the order was passed down, Shen Mo knew how to respond, and no one dared to disturb her.

Yan Qing was thinking about the current situation.

Her father suddenly fell ill and died a few years ago. The crown prince ascended the throne in a hurry, and the coronation ceremony was simple.

Now the new emperor has been on the throne for less than three months, and the foundation is not stable. She and Xiao Jinghan have not yet married.

Wen Jin, the most gentle and jade-like prime minister of the Celestial Empire, has not yet become the emperor.

A touch of coldness flashed across Yan Qing's eyes.

Since she died in the prophecy of "the star of fate" in her previous life, she will cut off love in this life and become a real star of fate, without relatives, friends, or partners.

Just power.

The power to do whatever one wants and be domineering.

The power to dominate the nine states and make all the people submit.

"Your Highness." A guard came in quickly and knelt on one knee in the courtyard. "Commander Shen and Lord Lu fought."

Yan Qing raised his eyes: "Is Lu Guozhong dead?"

"Not yet."

"Tell Shen Mo that if he is not Lu Guozhong's opponent, let him find a place to commit suicide." Yan Qing said calmly, "If Lu Guozhong is dead, have someone send his body to Yan Chen."

"Yes."

The guard stood up and left.

"Your Highness, the Princess." Another person came in a hurry, wearing the clothes of a dungeon guard, and knelt on one knee in the courtyard. "The prince consort is seriously injured. Please give instructions, Princess."

"Seriously injured?"

"Yes." The jailer replied, "In addition to the skin injuries from eighty whips, the prince consort also suffered serious internal injuries."

Yan Qing thought of Wen Jin who went to the sky prison, and had a bottom line in his heart: "Will he die?"

"Not for the time being."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the bright red on his nails: "Then there is no need to treat him, wait until he dies."

"Yes."