Yanran actually knew.
"My brother told Father that Prince of Ding has no heir, we should just let it go."
What do you mean by "forget it"?
"That means we won't pursue the people from the Prince of Ding's Residence's residence, except for the Consort of Prince of Ding's suicide and the punishment of the Lang Family," Yanran said, "We'll just clean up the people close to the Prince of Ding, and release everyone else."
In short, those who did inhumane things were all killed or exiled.
Those who were merely serving their own masters and did not harm the people were released.
"Release them?" Tang Zhuyun was somewhat surprised.
In fact, she felt that Linlin resembled Prince of Jin very much.
A heart brimming with the fury of a tiger, yet gently sniffing the fragrance of a rose.
Both men were very tough when it came to dealing with enemies, displaying a ruthless attitude of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
That's why she hadn't asked before, because she guessed that the Prince of Ding's faction must have already been decimated by bloodshed.
But unexpectedly...
"That's right," Yanran said matter-of-factly, "It's not like the life-or-death struggle we had before. Now the world belongs to us! We should keep the useful people; it's our job to use them!"
Tang Zhuyun wholeheartedly agreed.
And then I started to doubt my own intelligence again.
If Linlin is naturally gifted with exceptional intelligence, then why can't she think of things that Yanran can?
Oh, it's okay. Pregnancy makes you stupid for three years. Luckily, she gave birth to Wuji, which gave her another three years.
"How did you come up with that?" she asked Yanran casually.
Yanran said, "Cui Xiaoqiu told me!"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
We lost. We lost completely.
They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable; she's now been relegated to the "cold palace," havingn't seen her man for three days.
No, it's incomparable.
"What about the Lang Family?" Tang Zhuyun asked again.
"That makes things complicated," Yanran said. "Anyway, the masters won't survive, or they won't survive well. It doesn't matter where the servants go; they'll still be servants, won't they?"
"But my brother said," she said, shaking her head, "Don't insult women."
In other words, women would not be sent to places like the Music Bureau).
Tang Zhuyun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
She also felt a pang of sympathy for those cruel methods.
"... Although they also enjoyed wealth and luxury, just like their men, they should be beheaded or exiled as they please," Yanran said.
Tang Zhuyun nodded.
Although the instigator is extremely wicked, the number of casualties should not be too wide.
Just then, the gentle and respectful voice of a palace maid came from outside.
Tang Zhuyun: Oh, our emperor, who always wins without lifting a finger, has finally decided to show his face.
She leaned against the pillows, slumped on the edge of the bed, showing no intention of getting up.
Emperor Wen entered, wearing a bright yellow silk dragon robe, with lifelike flying dragons embroidered on his chest and shoulders, interspersed with five-colored clouds, which made him appear even taller and more imposing, exuding an imposing aura.
Tang Zhuyun was somewhat mesmerized by what she saw.
My child is naughty, but my man is very handsome!
It's getting better and better.
Her absent-mindedness greatly pleased Emperor Wen.
With his daughter present, he could only pretend not to notice and maintain a serious demeanor.
"Father," Yanran greeted with a smile.
Emperor Wen said, "You should spend more time with your mother when you have free time. Don't leave the palace recently; stay in Palace of Eternal Peace with your mother."
Yanran: "..."
This year is unlucky.
Did Father and Mother really not discuss this?
Tang Zhuyun laughed loudly.
Yanran angrily took her leave.
If we don't leave now, we'll probably get tortured again.
They are true love; I was just an accident.
"Finished with work?" Tang Zhuyun rubbed her shoulders and patted the bed. "I've been working so hard lately that my back and waist are aching. Come, come, sit down."
Emperor Wen sat down next to her, skillfully pulled her into his arms, and teased her by biting her ear, "Have you missed me these past few days?"
Tang Zhuyun glared at him. "Can't you be serious for once? I, I have to talk to you!"
"I really missed you." Emperor Wen pushed her down onto the bed.
"Stop fooling around..." Tang Zhuyun reached out and pushed him, "Get up, I have something important to say."
"That's it."
Tang Zhuyun: "No, stop fooling around, Yingying still needs to come to the palace later."
"I'll stay with you tonight." Emperor Wen rose regretfully, smoothing her disheveled clothes for her, but the heat in his eyes had not yet subsided.
Tang Zhuyun: "Who cares? Come, let me see!"
She reached out and touched Emperor Wen's chest.
Emperor Wen: "Saying one thing and meaning another?"
Tang Zhuyun: "Get out of the way. I want to count them to see if there are really nine dragons on this dragon robe!"
She's been curious about this for a long time!
She secretly and carefully observed the Emperor Emeritus's clothes; no matter how she counted, there were eight dragons on them.
So, are there eight in total, or is one hidden?
"No, it's eight."
After examining her thoroughly, Tang Zhuyun still felt that she hadn't done anything wrong.
Emperor Wen reached out to undo his belt.
Tang Zhuyun: "Hey, no way! It's broad daylight. Besides, after becoming emperor, wouldn't all these things have to be recorded and we have to listen to the eunuchs?"
She was somewhat resistant...
So, she was actually quite relieved that Emperor Wen hadn't come these past few days.
Why should other people know about matters between husband and wife?
She doesn't have that kind of fetish!
Ren Yingying said, "If they were all here, you wouldn't mind if I came to observe, would you?"
Tang Zhuyun pinched her hard.
That's just how awkward it is.
This clause must be scrapped, so Tang Zhuyun is now making demands.
Emperor Wen said, "There's no one else here, so do whatever makes you comfortable."
If becoming emperor doesn't lead to a better life than before, then what's the point of being emperor?
Forget about the country and the world, make sure your wife and children are taken care of first!
Tang Zhuyun smiled broadly.
She knew that whether he was the emperor or a prisoner, he was her man.
But the problem is, don't take your clothes off!
Tang Zhuyun covered her face and lay down.
Emperor Wen: "... Get up. Weren't you looking for the ninth dragon?"
Tang Zhuyun let go of her hand, opened her eyes, and then realized that the ninth dragon was embroidered on the inside of the lapel.
No wonder!
Emperor Wen teased, "A-Yun, what are you thinking about now?"
Tang Zhuyun covered her face.
After the laughter subsided, she asked him Linlin about Linlin.
"If he wants to go, let him go," Emperor Wen said. "Don't hold him back."
Tang Zhuyun said, "I won't hold him back, but do you really think it's a good idea to have the Court of Judicial Review interrogate him about this? You want my father to interrogate Linlin?"
I'm sorry, she can't accept it.
Emperor Wen said, "No."
Just as Tang Zhuyun felt a little better, she heard him continue, "... Father-in-law, you should avoid suspicion."
So, we need to find someone else to review it?
Tang Zhuyun's face visibly turned ugly.
She has many flaws, especially her tendency to be overly protective of her own, which is particularly egregious.
"I've arranged everything, don't worry. What's his will be his, he'll get everything he deserves." Emperor Wen reached out and ruffled Tang Zhuyun's hair. "Let me lie down, I'm really tired these past few days."
"Your Majesty, the Heir to the Prince of Min requests an audience!"
"I won't see him," Emperor Wen said bluntly. "Tell him to go back and wait for the imperial decree!"