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Fong Gaoyun realized that Uncle Emperor was indeed serious.
The two cabinet ministers from the Wen Family and the Bai Family handled the situation without even furrowing their brows, collapsing weakly onto the dragon throne.
Fong Yang stood up again and announced the disposition of Fong Gaoyun: "From this day forth, the Emperor is to be placed under house arrest in Qianyang Palace. No one is allowed to visit without my permission. Those who disobey will be punished for treason, and their entire family will be executed."
After dropping this statement, he stepped out of the main hall, maintaining an air of indifference throughout. The ministers felt their backs drenched in sweat, secretly thinking to themselves: This is what happens when one fails to recognize the situation and confronts the Regent head-on.
Fong Gaoyun glanced around in anger, cursing inwardly: The entire court is filled with a bunch of cowards who fear for their lives. They shout about loyalty and righteousness, but when it matters most, they are all just a bunch of timid fools.
At this moment, the Empress Dowager lay quietly in bed at Cian Palace, surrounded by numerous court physicians.
Upon hearing the report: "The Regent has arrived."
The physicians' expressions changed slightly as they turned to respectfully greet him, reporting back to the Empress Dowager: "The Empress Dowager was overly frightened and is still in a state of unease."
Fong Yang responded with a cold "Hmm," and ordered indifferently: "In that case, from this day forth, seal off Cian Palace so that the Empress Dowager can recuperate properly. No one is allowed to disturb her. Only one person from the Imperial Medical Bureau needs to be assigned; there’s no need for so many people to come over. Too many palace attendants will only hinder her recovery. Steward Zhang, leave two people in the Empress Dowager's palace to serve her; you will be responsible for attending to her. The rest should report back to the Inner Court and let the head of the Inner Court reassign their duties. The Queen was also quite frightened last night; Phoenix Palace will be sealed off as well."
After giving his orders, Fong Yang turned and left.
Steward Zhang looked back at the palace attendants and said, "You all heard what the Regent said; go report back to the Inner Court."
Pan Hai, a favored attendant by the Empress Dowager's side, mustered his courage to speak: "Steward Zhang, we have served the Empress Dowager together for so many years; could you possibly..."
"I don't think so."
Steward Zhang interrupted him with a smile, his tone laced with sarcasm. "In the past, when the Empress Dowager favored you, you became arrogant and oppressed countless eunuchs in the Inner Court. That's why I thought it best for Eunuch Pan to enjoy his fortune in the Inner Court. I hope you can come to terms with this; after all, there’s no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome."
Pan Hai realized that retribution had come.
Under the bright sun, Wenling knelt outside the gates of the prince's residence, paying for the Wen Family's overreach and his sister's delusions in the most miserable manner.
Suddenly hearing the sound of hooves made him startle awake, and he anxiously called out: "My lord."
Fong Yang did not stop his pace, and as he passed by Wenling, he casually dropped a command, "Wenling, I have matters to discuss with you. Come in with me."
Wenling finally felt relieved after two long hours of anxiety. Inside Zhaochin Palace, Jiang Xi had just woken up due to the intense battle with Fong Yang last night. The soreness throughout his body made him unable to suppress a low groan.
Han Yue, seeing him awake, quickly secured the curtains to the sides.
Jiang Xi raised his eyes and asked, "What time is it? How long did I sleep?"
Han Yue chuckled and replied, "The princess has slept for a whole day; it's almost the hour of You now."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Jiang Xi pulled the blanket over his face and silently complained: Fong Yang went wild last night, making me sleep so late.
Seeing Han Yue's meaningful smile, he couldn't help but defend himself, "I suspect Fong Yang pressed my sleep point; otherwise, how could I have slept for so long?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fong Yang pushed the door open and said, "I didn't press your sleep point."
Han Yue, being perceptive, took his leave to avoid being a third wheel.
Jiang Xi looked up at him and asked, "When did you come back?"
Fong Yang sat on the edge of the bed and naturally began to massage Jiang Xi's waist and legs. "I came back as soon as I finished my work. Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
Fong Yang was always so considerate that it filled Jiang Xi with happiness. He smiled and shook his head. "It's fine; just a bit sore. A massage from you will make it better."
Fong Yang's demeanor changed completely in front of Jiang Xi; his eyes were filled with tenderness as he said, "If you like it, I can give you a massage every day."
Jiang Xi's face turned red as he thought to himself: A daily massage would mean indulging every night; even the best body can't handle that.
Noticing his bashful expression, Fong Yang guessed what he was thinking and chuckled softly. "No need to worry; I know how to exercise restraint."
Jiang Xi quickly changed the subject. "Let's not talk about that. What's the situation in the palace now?"
Fong Yang said, "The Emperor has temporarily confined himself to the Qianyang Palace, and the Empress Dowager's Cian Palace is also sealed off. We can enjoy a period of peace and comfort."
Jiang Xi sighed upon hearing this and replied, "Actually, ever since I married you, I feel at ease every day. No matter how those people scheme, they can't compare to my husband, so I haven't paid them any mind."
Fong Yang was easily satisfied; as long as Jiang Xi said she felt comfortable being with him, his heart would bloom with joy.
Jiang Xi subtly flattered him before returning to serious matters. "Fong Yang, you asked me this morning who should be the Emperor. I've thought about it and believe King Yun might be a good choice. Although he doesn't have a strong presence, he dares to speak out for justice every time. It's clear he is a person of courage."
Fong Yang shook his head slightly and said, "King Yun is not suitable for the throne. He has never shown interest in the struggle for power and has little interaction with the ministers. The King Yun Manor is also quite weak."
Jiang Xi smiled lightly and replied, "His weakness doesn't matter; we can help him. People are fickle, and no matter who we choose as Emperor now, we can't guarantee the outcome. But King Yun has no close confidants; once he ascends the throne, he will definitely need to rely on you, my husband. That way, you can continue to hold great power. If he can be a good Emperor, you'll support him from behind. If he can't manage it well, you can depose him just as easily."
Fong Yang responded with a thoughtful "Hmm," acknowledging her reasoning.
Jiang Xi chuckled and said, "In fact, the most suitable person to be Emperor is you, my husband. But I know you're not interested in power. Moreover, if you became Emperor, I would be separated from you when I go to Tianqi, and you'd be pressured into marriage by the Ministers' Selection. So after considering everything, for us to live a leisurely life like immortal lovers, King Yun is indeed the best choice."
Fong Yang gazed at the smiling Jiang Xi, momentarily taken aback.
Indeed, no matter how gentle and delicate her exterior appeared, it could not conceal the calm wisdom of an emperor that lay within her.
If she truly set her mind on political strategy, how many in the world could match her insight and intelligence?
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