Xue Anshan was speechless for a moment, and the empress looked at the court officials kneeling behind him, "Are you willing to bet on your life today?"

Many people's palms were secretly oozing out of fine sweat.

Xue Anshan's eyes were slightly red, and then he leaned over solemnly, "I... I should be willing!"

"Then present your memorial. If others have the determination, they will also hand over the memorial." Sun Youwei looked ahead, "There is shadow, no shadow. After noon this day, we will see the final answer."

Among the dark crowd, only a few people straightened their waists. They stood up and handed over the memorial that had been holding in their hands to the female official next to Sun Youwei. More people knelt down and moved slowly, giving up the straight palace road in front of Sun Youwei.

After the female official received the memorial, the court officials who were originally in front of the imperial chariot had already retreated to both sides.

Sun Youwei sat on the imperial chariot again, and the palace people still lowered their heads as before and raised the sedan chariot smoothly.

Before leaving, she looked at Xue Anshan who was still kneeling nearby and suddenly said, "Taiwei Xue."

“…I’m here.”

"Not to mention whether what Wei Aiqing said is true, even if he is wrong, the national destiny of my Great Zhou will not be affected at all." Sun Youwei looked ahead, "Do you know why?"

Xue Anshan was a little stunned for a moment.

"Talking about Wei Xingzhen, even if you all add together, it will not stop my will." Sun Youwei raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said slowly, "I, that is, the fate of the country."

The imperial chariot set off again, and countless palace people carrying the empress's clothes passed through the court officials silently. People shouted the words "Great Send My Emperor" in a low voice, but Sun Youwei never looked back at them again.

Wei Xingzhen slowly walked towards Xue Anshan at this time - the old man was kneeling on the ground, not even daring to look up.

"Prince Xue, please get up." Wei Xingzhen stood with his hands behind his back. He looked down at the white-haired old minister in front of him, but there was no sympathy in his eyes. "You privately ask Lin Anmin, the head of Sitiantai, about the details of the filmography. Your Majesty knew it early in the morning. I think you are an old minister who has been with you for many years. Your Majesty drove Lin Yong out of the capital last month, hoping to make Lord Xue return to the road--"

"So it's you," Xue Anshan suddenly looked up, with a little shock and anger in his words, "An Min will retire early... it's all because you made slander in front of His Majesty!"

Wei Xingzhen sighed softly, "It seems that Lord Xue didn't listen to what His Majesty said just now."

"Your Majesty's reputation for life is in vain. Now, you are actually—"

"Mr. Xue, be careful," Wei Xingzhen whispered, "If you say anything that is harmful to the holy name, I will not be able to protect you."

Several students from Xue Anshan nearby hurried forward and tried to help the teacher up. Xue Anshan pushed their hands away, stood up again stumbled and walked towards Wei Xingzhen crookedly.

"I have experienced two dynasties of storms-"

Wei Xingzhen's eyes drooped slightly and said with a smile, "This happened to be what Your Majesty asked me to convey to Lord Xue."

Xue Anshan's steps stopped there, "...what?"

"After all, Lord Xue is an old minister who has experienced the ups and downs of two dynasties. No matter what, he must show some mercy." Wei Xingzhen looked at the young people on both sides of Xue Anshan, "Please help Taiwei Xue back to his house."

Xue Anshan suddenly felt like half of his body fell into an ice cave. Seeing Wei Xingzhen approaching a few more steps, he whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty has left a decent place for Taiwei Xue. As for whether you want it, you should go home by yourself."

Xue Anshan was a little unsteady for a moment, and Wei Xingzhen held his arm firmly, "Come here, support the Taiwei."

Several students who had been standing behind Xue Anshan hurried forward and took over his mentor from Wei Xingzhen.

Wei Xingzhen was about to turn around, and Xue Anshan said in a low voice, "Wei Xingzhen..."

"What else is there to do with the Grand Marshal?"

"Who are you..."

Wei Xingzhen did not answer immediately. He looked at Yuantian and then looked at Xue Anshan.

"I was transferred from Sitiantai to Wenyuan Pavilion, and was appointed by His Majesty to enter Feng Pavilion. It was all caused by Taiwei Xue. If you really want to talk about it, I should thank you very much... What a pity."

Wei Xingzhen lowered his head slightly, nodded to the elderly Xue Anshan, and then threw all the fearful, resentful or fearful eyes around him behind him, and walked towards the Xuanmen without looking back.

His after-light glance at the rising sun in the east again and accelerated his steps below.

It should be too late...

When the team was about to leave the Xuanmen, Wei Xingzhen finally caught up with the Empress's imperial chariot.

The female official who had been following Sun Youwei quietly retreated and gave up the position to the right of the empress, and the speed of the imperial chariot was slightly slower.

"Just get here, you don't have to walk with me anymore." Sun Youwei, who was on the imperial chariot, still closed his eyes, but seemed to have noticed Wei Xingzhen approaching, "Today is your happy day, don't let A Yan wait too long."

"Yes." Wei Xingzhen nodded, "Thank you for your understanding."

"Do you want me to send someone to go back with you?" Sun You raised his eyes slightly and looked at the young man nearby with a blank expression. "If the Feng family cares about it, you have an explanation."

"No need, I will leave faster." Wei Xingzhen bowed and bowed, "I respectfully gave it to Your Majesty."

Sun Youwei did not persist and waved his sleeves to signal the palace servants to resume their speed of progress.

Wei Xingzhen stood in the sedan chair where he watched the emperor, and he didn't look back at the end of the road until he saw the team disappearing at the end of the road and walked towards the road on the other side.

Under the towering and solemn palace wall, Wei Xingzhen was the only one walking out alone in the silent square in front of the palace. Many soldiers guarding the palace wall were looking at his back curiously.

Wei Xingzhen's gait was quite famous among the nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is rumored that a few years ago, the young Duke of Zhenguo Di Yang invited three or five friends to go out for a walk during the Qingming Festival. In order to see Wei Xingzhen take a few more steps, he took advantage of the time when everyone got out of the car and rested, cut off all the ropes of the car and secretly let the horse go, so that everyone had to abandon the car and walk back to the city in the end.

Wei Xingzhen is eight feet tall, with a narrow waist and wide shoulders. This posture alone is already quite good, not to mention that he has always been calm in every move - the so-called "Yingying Gong's Mansion steps, Ranran's Mansion" is like this.

However, today Lord Wei walks with wind and is no longer as leisurely as before.

Soon, Wei Xingzhen broke into the closest alley outside the palace. When he was sure that he had completely lost the gaze of the guards of the palace gate, he ran in big strides.

The streets of Luoyang were silent in the early morning. Wei Xingzhen took three or two steps to climb up the low house, jumped between the eaves, and quickly headed towards the southeast along a straight line.

Between jumping and running, he untied his outer robe in a few seconds. Under the mysterious black sacrificial robe, the bright red wedding dress flew with the wind.
Chapter completed!