Chapter 589: 713, the Prime Minister of Her Majesty's rebellion

But today, seeing that she was still teasing him, Ji Wenyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

This feeling was very strange!

Since when did he feel at ease because of her teasing?

This was impossible. It must be because her actions today made him feel that she was somewhat difficult to control.

Ji Wenyuan's expression became complicated.

On the other side, Xia Ling saw that the third little flower had brightened up a little, and the smile on her lips became even more charming.

She raised her hand to stroke the hair that was scattered beside her face behind her ears.

"Minister Ji, since you are free, I will have to trouble you with these memorials. I am bored, so I will go out for a walk."

Her tone was calm, but it was still extremely willful.

However, Ji Wenyuan finally found a familiar feeling from her.

"I am terrified."

He lowered his eyes, wishing that the empress would hurry out. These vermillion memorials were really a great worry to him.

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Seeing his calm appearance and smiling, Xia Ling walked out of the study room.

Long Jia followed her.

The noisy voices of the people disappeared into the distance. After sitting back on the desk, Ji Wenyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

He looked at the memorial and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to take it out of the palace.

The original memorial of the Great Yan Kingdom must have passed through the hands of the prime minister and the empress.

But now, he held the position of prime minister and was in charge of writing the memorial. He was truly under one person and above tens of thousands of people. Without any change in expression, he had already taken control of the Great Yan Kingdom's court affairs.

Ji Wenyuan was making plans here. He calmed down and read the memorials one by one.

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Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the study room.

Ji Wenyuan put down his brush and naturally pretended to be here to help the empress copy the memorial. He then let the people outside come in.

"Greetings, Prime Minister Ji." Lin Lang bowed.

Ji Wenyuan stood up and returned the bow. "Greetings, General Lin Lang. May I know what you are doing?"

Generally, female generals were not allowed to enter the study without permission unless they were under the orders of the empress.

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Her Majesty has ordered the jade bamboo of the twelve faces. She has ordered me to bring a book of calligraphy and paintings to entertain her. Please forgive me for disturbing the prime minister in transcribing the memorials."

"Her Majesty has ordered the faces to serve her in bed?" Ji Wenyuan frowned.

Lin Lang said, "That's right. After last night, Her Majesty has finally let go of the knot in her heart and is prepared to spread the fruits of her labor for me. This is truly a joyous occasion."

Lin Lang was truly happy that the empress was able to think things through and accept male concubines.

How could the empress not favor male concubines? It wasn't a problem for the harem to be empty. Someone had to be able to carry on the big words.

However, as she spoke, Lin Lang's face turned black when she saw Ji Wenyuan.

Recalling what happened last night, she said solemnly, "Prime Minister! Her Majesty will definitely not forget the sacrifice you made for the big words."

"It is my honor to share Her Majesty's worries," Ji Wenyuan replied with a smile. He still looked as gentle as jade.

This change in expression was so quick that Lin Lang even suspected that she had seen Ji Wenyuan's dark face just now. Was it her misconception?

Ji Wenyuan asked, "Where is Your Majesty now?"

Lin Lang said, "Your Majesty is currently in the Spring Dew Hall, waiting for that jade bamboo to bathe. Ha, how would I dare to talk about Your Majesty's matters? Lin Lang misspoke!"

She cupped her fists at Ji Wenyuan and took out a high-quality calligraphy and painting box from the shelf at the side.

The patterns on the carvings were extraordinary, so the collection inside must be excellent calligraphy and painting.

Lin Lang left. She still remembered to close the door for him.

He sat alone in the study room.

Ji Wenyuan lowered his eyes and clenched his hands tightly beside him.

He forced himself to pick up the brush.

When the brush was held in his hand, a cracking sound was heard because he tightened his grip.