Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 141

Lacks backbone.

"I trust Lord Sun. Lord Sun is a magnanimous man and a role model for all officials. He does not suppress loyal ministers, nor does he compete with juniors for credit. He will not let personal grudges interfere with the law. I do not believe slander."

Qianqing immediately drank water after speaking, her voice growing increasingly hoarse.

"Your Majesty is wise! Long live the Emperor!"

"Your Majesty is wise! Long live the Emperor!" They all knelt down, their tone light and relieved this time.

"Nothing can faze me; my purpose lies elsewhere." "Your Majesty," the emperor said, "after hearing your profound words, I feel I deserve death, but I cannot die. If I were to die, Your Majesty would lose a good official who dared to admit and correct his mistakes..."

"Minister Shen, let's get to the point."

Alright, I'll skip the preamble. You should go back and rest. "Lord Sun's loyalty to the country is as clear as day, but his daughter is an imperial concubine, and he also has a son. If Lord Sun were to participate in the selection of the crown prince, it would likely cause gossip, and others might misunderstand him like I have. Lord Sun's death is not a pity. I believe that to prove his loyalty, Lord Sun should permanently remove his grandson from the crown prince competition and grant him a title of king or marquis."

"You—!" Sun Zhixian lost his composure on the spot, wishing he could grind me to dust.

"Could it be that Lord Sun is unwilling? Perhaps Lord Sun's loyalty to the Emperor is not enough for him to sacrifice everything." Let's see if you dare to impeach me again.

"emperor……"

Seeing him speak, I immediately interjected, "Your Majesty, it's alright if Lord Sun is unwilling. If Your Majesty entrusts the matter of establishing a Crown Prince to me, I am willing to carefully select a successor for Your Majesty." You can't offend me later if you disagree.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider."

Even thinking about it four times won't work.

I looked at Chouqian, and Chouqian looked back at me knowingly.

"Your Majesty, Minister Shen's words are very polite."

When Chouqian spoke, the assembled officials quickly followed suit, saying, "Minister Shen's words are all reasonable, and we agree with them."

"We second that proposal."

Great, it passed unanimously.

Qianqing put down his teacup, stood up abruptly, and without even glancing at us, said, "Approved. Court adjourned."

"Your Majesty, I respectfully bid you farewell. Long live the Emperor!"

If I catch a cold now, I definitely won't live past 200.

As Qianqing left, my colleagues approached me with beaming smiles: "Greetings, Minister Shen."

"good."

"Congratulations, Vice Minister Shen."

"Congratulations to you, congratulations to you."

"Minister Shen, please come and visit us at your residence when you have time."

"Okay." Prepare a few more handsome men.

"I have heard that Vice Minister Shen is skilled in both literature and martial arts. I hope that Vice Minister Shen will be generous in giving me his guidance."

"Definitely, definitely." He's good at dancing, not martial arts.

"Minister Shen promised to send me a piece of calligraphy and painting, but I haven't received it yet!"

When I offered it to you, you said you didn't care: "Some other time, some other time."

...

A bunch of old foxes surrounded me, eating my flesh. I regretted taking that job!

Nodding to the left, slouching to the right, looking ahead and behind, there are people everywhere! How am I supposed to get out? Waaah!

Chou Qian walked down the steps and approached me directly, and the onlookers quickly made way for him.

Zi Mo looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

Chouqian took my hand, and Zimo looked away.

Without Chou Qian saying a word, the transportation was already smooth. "Let's go."

I followed him and said goodbye to the suddenly enthusiastic crowd: "See you tomorrow."

"Farewell, Minister Shen."

Don't worry, you won't fall.

"What's wrong with Qianqing?" Show concern for your leader.

"I'm sick."

"What illness?"

"A cold."

Is it serious?

"It's alright." Is there a standard for this level of severity for a cold?

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"I don't know." I'll buy some fruit and visit him tomorrow.