Qin Zhanhan pressed his temples with his hand, speaking wearily to Eunuch Liu, "Alright, you may go."
Upon hearing this, Eunuch Liu heaved a sigh of relief internally and fled the scene as if escaping.
Watching Eunuch Liu's retreating back, Qin Zhanhan's eyes darkened.
To have an accident right at the entrance of Prince Yu's manor, it was simply too coincidental.
Qin Yu... Heh! Very good! Did he really think that such a thing would prevent him from seeing his little woman?
As he thought of this, Qin Zhanhan's gaze grew deeper, and he parted his thin lips, speaking to the air, "Guards, before the hour of You, I wish to see..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. At this moment, what happened the last time he forcibly brought that woman into the palace flashed through his mind. Thinking of this, Qin Zhanhan felt a familiar ache in his posterior.
Qin Zhanhan's expression turned cold, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes...
Meanwhile.
A group of ministers knelt before Ming Li, speaking in unison, "Prince Yu, we are willing to..."
Ming Li interrupted the ministers with a dark expression, "No, you are not willing! I believe the Princess Consort is the most suitable candidate."
Upon hearing this, the ministers thought they had misheard and looked at Ming Li in disbelief. "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is merely a woman, how can she ascend to that supreme position?! Your Highness must be muddled!"
Ming Li: "...There is something I forgot to tell you all."
The ministers exchanged glances, and with heads full of confusion, they asked, "What is it?"
"In truth, my Princess Consort, Shangguan Ming Li, is the true Son of Heaven of Lin Kingdom."
The ministers all shook their heads, calling it impossible. "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is a mere woman, how can she be the Son of Heaven? Your Highness must be trying to deceive us."
Ming Li's expression remained calm, showing no emotion. "You don't believe me? You can ask the National Preceptor."
Upon hearing this, the ministers' gazes all turned towards the man in white, wearing a mask, standing to the side.
Shui Xing Bai, who was drinking tea, suddenly felt so many eyes on him. The corners of his mouth twitched beneath his mask. He calmly put down his teacup, looked up at everyone, then at the man in purple robes. Meeting Ming Li's chilling gaze, Shui Xing Bai felt a gust of cold wind blow down the back of his neck. Finally, he nodded. "Yes, I have calculated it. The Princess Consort is indeed the fated person. She possesses the aura of a true dragon. Only when she ascends to that position will Lin Kingdom prosper eternally. Therefore, I hope all ministers will assist the Princess Consort well in the future."
The ministers: "...Alright, what the Grand Preceptor says is highly credible. Since he has said so, it must be true."
Seeing that all the ministers believed him, Shui Xing Bai breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Noting that it was getting late, Ming Li glanced at the ministers and said in a faint tone, "Alright, it's getting late, so we will conclude here for today. Thank you for your hard work, ministers."
The ministers exchanged glances and nodded, cupping their fists towards Ming Li and saying, "Then we shall take our leave."
Ming Li nodded.
The ministers walked towards the door, escorted out by Lan Yi.
Watching Shui Xing Bai still sitting in his seat, drinking tea, Ming Li raised an eyebrow. "You're not leaving? Or is the tea in my manor too delicious?"
Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Shui Xing Bai quickly put down his teacup and looked at Ming Li with a slight frown. "Exalted one, you..."
As if knowing what Shui Xing Bai was about to say, Ming Li calmly stated, "I have no interest in that position."
The system in the space heard Ming Li use the term "本座" (ben zuo - I, a term used by those of high status) and quickly reminded him, "Host, your disguise is about to be blown!"