But it is the same, making people feel powerless.

"Regent." The young prime minister walked to him and spoke indifferently. His gentle words were like a knife, gently poking into the man's cold and hard heart.

"Your Majesty is unparalleled and it is absolutely impossible for the Regent to allow the government to be controlled for too long. Tonight is my negligence, but since God will not destroy me, even if the Regent is planning to the office, he is afraid that he will not be able to do what he wants."

Nan Mohao turned his head, his eyes as cold as a cold pool, and his eyes were biting cold and thirsty.

"After tonight, you will not have any chance." Feng Weiyu smiled slightly, the color between her eyebrows and eyes was gentle, and under the lights, it became more and more dazzling. "I wish the Regent a good dream tonight."

Nan Mohao looked at him expressionlessly, unable to cover the coldness in his eyes.

"Your Highness, Regent." The voice of the chief general in the palace sounded respectfully, "Your Majesty is still waiting for the prince outside the prime minister's mansion, please come back to the palace with His Majesty."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Mohao pursed his thin lips and his already cold facial features became even colder and more bitter.

Feng Weiyu's expression became more and more calm.

"Feng Weiyu." He withdrew his gaze that fell on Feng Weiyu's face expressionlessly. When Nan Mohao spoke, his voice was still filled with a heart-pounding coldness, like the god of death from hell, "You, please do it yourself."

After saying a word, he walked away without saying a word.

The Imperial Guards followed him silently with uniform steps.

In a blink of an eye, a large area of ​​space was empty in the wide courtyard.

Feng Weiyu held his hands and watched them leave quietly like a tide, with the luster flowing in his eyes, and the light flashed and fainted.

"Prince." A man slowly walked to Feng Weiyu and spoke in a low voice.

"Nan Mohao is a terrible opponent, isn't he?" Feng Weiyu still looked at the direction of their departure, and his faint voice became a little deeper. "It's just a pity that such a strong opponent... has a fatal weakness."

...

The emperor's imperial chariot stopped outside the gate of the prime minister's mansion. Nan Mohao stepped out of the gate and saw the girl sitting upright on the imperial chariot with a peerless appearance.

A little strange color appeared in his eyes. Nan Mohao approached the imperial chariot and his voice was cold: "I sent Your Majesty back to the palace."

Seeing that he really walked out, Zixi's lips bent a shallow curve, his hands were supported by his chin, and his voice became a little lazy.

"I am waiting for the escort of the Regent."

When Nan Mohao heard this, his thin lips pursed: "Your Majesty should be sleeping at this time, why did he think of leaving the palace in the middle of the night?"

Someone deliberately leaked the news to her?

No, Nan Mohao denied this speculation in his heart. His actions tonight were particularly strict and he was strictly guarding the situation. There was absolutely no chance of leaking the news.

However, if the news had not been leaked, how could he have come so coincidental?

"I didn't say it just now." Zixi's voice was faint, with a cat-like tiredness. "I had a dream. After waking up, I suddenly wanted to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to take a look."

The dragon chariot was running on the quiet streets of the imperial city, and the imperial guards escorted the front and back were silent. The palace maids and the big inner guards behind him couldn't help but let their pace lighter.

"Have you had a dream?" Nan Mohao's low voice was a little sarcastic, "A dream...ha, a dream destroys everything I have carefully arranged."

Zixi turned her head lazily and her voice was harmless: "The Regent is blaming me?"
Chapter completed!