Tang Shen did not sleep the entire night. At midnight, a heavy rainstorm fell, and he could hear the raindrops striking the duckweed outside the window until dawn.

The next day, Qin Si, the Governor-General of Liuzhou, was summoned back to the capital.

Three years ago, Qin Si, who was then serving as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was punished for mismanaging the Revenue And Expenditure Department and was exiled to Liuzhou, where he served as a fifth-rank Governor-General. Though Liuzhou was not as prosperous as Jiangnan, it was still a land rich in resources and populated by many. During Qin Si’s tenure, Liuzhou enjoyed favorable weather and good governance. With the blessings of time, place, and the support of the people, he was finally recalled to Shengjing.

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That very day, Zhao Fu met with Qin Si in Chuigong Hall.

Qin Si was now thirty-six years old. When he left the capital three years ago, he had not yet grown a beard, but now he sported a neatly groomed beard, and there was a newfound sense of world weariness in his eyes. He did not waste words upon seeing Zhao Fu, instead immediately reporting on his governance in Liuzhou and describing the local customs and conditions.

Zhao Fu listened with great interest. When he noticed the beard on Qin Si’s chin, he remarked, “Qin Yude, so even you have grown old!”

Everyone knew that Qin Si was someone who refused to acknowledge aging. He had always considered himself in his prime, and in an era where many officials took pride in growing beards, he had never done so in over thirty years. If anyone asked him why, he would even use Wang Zhen as an excuse: “Look at Minister Wang—he has never grown a beard, and yet he remains as elegant and refined as ever, like a heavenly immortal.”

However, ever since Wang Zhen sent him a letter two months ago hinting at his potential recall to Shengjing, Qin Si had deliberately started growing his beard.

Now, upon hearing Zhao Fu’s words, Qin Si’s eyes welled up with emotion. He hesitated for a moment before finally bowing and saying, “Your Majesty, I am already thirty-six.”

Zhao Fu gave him a meaningful glance and said, “A man has only so many sets of three years in his life. It is unfortunate that soon, we will not have the chance to see each other once again.”

Qin Si was startled. He wondered if he had spoken out of turn or if his subtle attempt at evoking sympathy had been detected by the emperor. A chill ran down his spine as he bitterly regretted his cleverness backfiring.

Fortunately, as soon as he left the palace, he received an imperial edict: Qin Si was promoted from Governor-General of Liuzhou to Accountant General of the Silver Pull Division, a third-rank position. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he accepted the decree. Before long, many old acquaintances came to his residence to congratulate him on his promotion.

Though he was soon to depart for Youzhou, Qin Si took the time to entertain these officials and solidify his connections.

Two days later, when he finally had some free time, he specially ordered a box of pastries from Caiqi Villa and visited the Minister of Revenue’s residence to call upon Wang Zhen.

Qin Si presented the pastry box.

Wang Zhen glanced at it. “Pastries from Caiqi Villa?”

Qin Si replied, “This lower official has always been fond of their pastries. Three years ago, at the Ten-Mile Pavilion outside the capital, daren gifted me a box, and I have never forgotten their exquisite taste. Now that I have returned to the capital, I bought some to relive the memory—and to share with daren.”

Wang Zhen invited Qin Si to stay for a meal, and the two conversed pleasantly.

During their conversation, Qin Si reaffirmed his loyalty to Wang Zhen. After receiving Wang Zhen’s subtle instructions, he left without hesitation, preparing to depart for Youzhou in a few days.

Back in his quarters, Wang Zhen examined the box of pastries and called for his steward. “Send this box to Tang daren.”

The steward nodded but had only taken a few steps before Wang Zhen suddenly called him back. He lifted the light pastry box, opened the first layer, and found an assortment of white sugar longevity cakes, snow cakes, and date cakes. Then he checked the second layer, which contained lotus cakes, crisp-skin lastries, and steamed fruit pastries.

Wang Zhen gazed at the pastries for a moment before lightly tapping on the box. He pried open a hidden compartment beneath the second layer, revealing a priceless calligraphy scroll by the previous dynasty’s scholar sage—The Mirror of Clarity.

The scroll was now imbued with the fragrance of pastries, a scent that might never fade.

Wang Zhen sighed, “What a waste of a masterpiece.”

The steward was equally shocked upon seeing The Mirror of Clarity. He thought to himself: Qin Si truly does not know how to treasure fine things!

Wang Zhen placed the scroll back into the hidden compartment and handed the box to his steward again. “Deliver this to Tang daren.”

The steward was stunned. “Gongzi?” This box contained a priceless calligraphy scroll!

Wang Zhen’s tone was sincere. “Tell him this is a token of my sincerity—he should take his time appreciating it.”

The steward had no choice but to deliver the pastries to Tanhua Residence.

He relayed Wang Zhen’s message exactly as instructed, though he was sorely tempted to inform Tang daren that the box contained a handwritten masterpiece by a revered scholar sage. However, since Wang Zhen had forbidden him from mentioning it, he dared not speak a word. As he left the manor, he glanced back repeatedly, fearing that Tang Shen might overlook the hidden treasure and carelessly discard the box.

Yet at that moment, Tang Shen was filled with turmoil.

Three days ago, in the Minister Residence, Wang Zhen had recited Zhen Wei to him. Even after three days, the elegant and lingering voice still echoed in his ears, leaving him restless and unable to sleep. Over the past few days, he had been deliberately avoiding Wang Zhen, ensuring they would not meet. Fortunately, Tang Shen now worked at the Censorate, and their only common ground was during morning court. Given that Wang Zhen was a second-rank official while Tang Shen was only fourth-rank, avoiding him was not difficult.

Now, receiving a gift from Wang Zhen, Tang Shen immediately felt suspicious—how could he eat these pastries so carelessly?

He didn’t dare touch a single piece!

Pondering Wang Zhen’s intent, Tang Shen carefully removed the pastries from the wooden box and sat in his study, staring at it in deep contemplation. After a while, a thought struck him, and he began inspecting the box for a hidden compartment. Upon doing so…

“…” Tang Shen’s expression turned blank as he silently pulled out The Mirror of Clarity.

Although he was not an expert collector, he understood well enough how invaluable a manuscript by a scholar sage was. Such an item was not meant for private ownership—if discovered, it should be immediately sent to the imperial treasury as a national treasure!

How dare Wang Zhen privately hoard this?!

And even giving it to him?!

This was a hot potato, one that Tang Shen dared not accept.

The next morning, after court adjourned, Tang Shen deliberately waited outside the palace. When he spotted Wang Zhen’s carriage, bearing the insignia of the Minister of Revenue, exiting the outer gates, he immediately stepped forward to block its path.

Wang Zhen lifted the curtain in surprise. Seeing that it was Tang Shen, he smiled slightly. “Little Junior Brother, have you finally dared to see me?”

Tang Shen: “…”

What do you mean by ‘dared’? When have I ever not dared?

Tang Shen solemnly presented a gift box with both hands. “Yesterday, I wrote a piece of calligraphy and wished to present it to the esteemed Minister of Revenue for critique.”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow. “A gift for the Minister of Revenue?”

Tang Shen: “…Yes?”

Wang Zhen’s face immediately darkened. With righteous indignation, he scolded, “In broad daylight, beneath the very palace gates, you dare to offer me a bribe? Tang Shen, are you not an official of the Censorate? Is this the so-called ‘clear mirror hides filth’ scenario? Are you attempting to bribe me?”

Tang Shen was utterly dumbfounded.

Wang Zhen extended his hand. “Get in.”

Too bewildered, Tang Shen climbed into the carriage on autopilot. Once inside, Wang Zhen took his hand, opened the wooden box, and gazed at the same The Mirror of Clarity. With a sigh, he said, “A gift given to you—why must you return it?”

Tang Shen tried to withdraw his hand, but Wang Zhen’s cool palm remained pressed against his own. Despite the lingering heat of September, this hand, like its owner, carried a trace of crisp, unyielding chill. For some inexplicable reason, Tang Shen wanted to warm it up. He couldn’t bring himself to shake it off, nor let Wang Zhen feel disappointment or coldness.

His heart wavered. After a long moment, he spoke hoarsely, “This is too valuable—I dare not accept it.”

Wang Zhen saw his internal struggle clearly. “If you were to give it to the Minister of Revenue, that would be bribing a superior. But if you give it to your senior brother, then there’s no issue.”

Tang Shen immediately replied, “I’m giving it to my senior brother.”

Wang Zhen tightened his grip on Tang Shen’s hand and laughed heartily. “Then I won’t accept it. But thank you for the kind gesture, little Junior Brother.”

Tang Shen: “!!!”

Wang Zifeng, you can play like this?!

Tang Shen felt utterly outmatched. He had no way to counter Wang Zhen! At that moment, he truly wanted to fling Wang Zhen’s hand away and let him go back to wherever he came from, but Wang Zhen’s fingers intertwined with his, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along his palm. The movements were gentle, yet they ignited a burning heat where their skin met. It was as if Tang Shen’s heart was placed over an open flame, scorching and unbearable. He struggled to hold onto his restraint, yet he couldn’t bear to push Wang Zhen away—he was afraid of seeing that look of disappointment again.

Just as Tang Shen reached his limit, torn between anxiety and agony, the driver suddenly called out, “Daren, we’ve arrived at the Censorate.”

Wang Zhen’s fingers stilled for a brief moment before resuming their caress as if he hadn’t heard.

Tang Shen, however, felt an immense wave of relief. He yanked his hand away and practically fled from the carriage. Turning back, he bowed hastily to Wang Zhen. “This lower official takes his leave.” Then, without waiting for a response, he strode off in large steps.

Wang Zhen chuckled to himself, a hint of self-mockery in his tone. “Am I a frightening monster?” He shook his head, sighing, “To the Ministry of Revenue.”

At noon, while Tang Shen was lost in thought at the Censorate, a government worker arrived with a wooden box.

Tang Shen: “…”

Forget it. No point in returning it. If you’re so eager to give me money, I might as well take it!

As the Court Gentleman Consultant and Right Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Division, Tang Shen naturally had to manage the division’s affairs. He submitted a memorial, and soon, Zhao Fu issued an imperial decree summoning Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao back to the capital, appointing them as Senior Administrators of the Silver Pull Division under Tang Shen’s jurisdiction.

Zhao Fu’s decree was like a timely rain after a drought, filling Tang Shen with deep gratitude. He was now even more convinced of Wang Zhen’s words—he should trust this emperor. Even if Zhao Fu indulged in pills and immortality cultivation, he still ruled more wisely than most emperors.

Because he saw through the workings of this court!

Before long, Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao were set to return to the capital. Meanwhile, in Nanjing, Xijin Prefecture of the Liao State, a tea merchant named Qiao Jiu was carrying a bundle of gifts to pay a visit to Xiao Zhen, the Left Minister of Xijin Prefecture.

Upon seeing Qiao Jiu, Xiao Zhen initially maintained a cold expression. But as soon as he laid eyes on the gifts, his demeanor brightened with a broad smile.

After having the servants collect the gifts, Xiao Zhen dismissed everyone, leaving only Qiao Jiu behind.

With a sneer, Xiao Zhen said, “So Yelü Qin and Yelü Shege truly see us as mere chess pieces, to be used at will! Do you know what happened in the Great Tent today?”

Qiao Jiu was startled. “What happened?”

Xiao Zhen, “Didn’t the assassin confess that the mastermind was the Grand Preceptor Yelü Yin? Until now, Yelü Qin had remained silent on the matter, and I truly believed the Second Prince intended to let it slide. But then, yesterday, His Majesty suddenly suffered a stroke. This morning, just as he regained consciousness, the Second Prince immediately reported the incident.”

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Xiao Zhen had long been aware of Qiao Jiu’s true identity. In fact, he had already been bribed by Su Wenyun. With his weaknesses in Su Wenyun’s grasp, and having been tempted with benefits, Xiao Zhen had no choice but to comply. Moreover, he harbored resentment toward Yelü Shege and Yelü Qin, so he was more than happy to play the role of a treacherous official.

Qiao Jiu pondered deeply. Upon returning home, he immediately penned a letter and sent it to Youzhou.

The letter contained only one line:

‘As the snipe and clam struggle, why not be the fisherman?’

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After a long silence, Tang Shen, his body stiff, spoke, “It’s really nothing major. Last month, the cavalry officer of Jinling Prefecture, Cui Xiao, came to Shengjing looking for me, asking for a small favor. I didn’t know exactly what happened, so I sent someone to Jinling to investigate.”

Wang Zhen paused for a moment and asked, “Why did he seek you out?”

Tang Shen answered, “I have some past connections with Cui Xiao.”

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“What kind of connections?”

Tang Shen opened his mouth, trying hard to defend himself, but every explanation seemed feeble.

After a while, Tang Shen suddenly asked, “Then how did Senior Brother know that I sent someone to Jinling?” He changed the subject, turning the focus toward Wang Zhen.

Hearing this, Wang Zhen gave Tang Shen a peculiar look. Perhaps even Tang Shen himself didn’t realize that three years ago, he would never have spoken to Wang Zifeng in such a tone. But now, he did—calmly and righteously, without feeling any guilt.

Wang Zhen explained, “Because my servant happened to return to Jinling for some errands and ran into Yao San on the street.”

Tang Shen hadn’t expected such a coincidence; he had assumed…

“You thought I was deliberately monitoring you?”

Tang Shen abruptly looked up, his face filled with surprise.

Wang Zhen, surprisingly, didn’t get angry. It seemed he had long passed the point of being upset—he simply let out a quiet laugh.

Tang Shen’s doubt and distrust had long been clear to Wang Zhen. Yet now, even though he had voiced those thoughts openly, Tang Shen still actually assumed Wang Zhen had someone watch him.

“You think I’m keeping an eye on you?”

Wang Zhen smiled faintly, letting out a soft “Oh” before delivering a series of piercing questions, “Cavalry officer Cui Xiao of Jinling Prefecture? How did you two meet? When and where, and under what circumstances? He’s an officer in Jinling, and you grew up in Gusu, having visited Jinling only a handful of times. Even if he knew me, he shouldn’t have known you, Tang Shen—Tang Jingze. Yet, he came all the way to Shengjing to ask for your help. What gives him the confidence that you would assist him…”

“Senior Brother!”

Tang Shen’s eyes trembled as he clenched his teeth, staring wide-eyed at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen fell silent.

Tang Shen’s trembling pupils reflected a desperate plea. He was silently saying, Senior Brother, please don’t push me anymore…

Wang Zifeng, please stop pressing me!

All the pressing and questioning dissipated in that single glance.

Wang Zhen quietly gazed at the young man before him. After a long while, he gently asked, “Why won’t you tell me?”

Hearing these words, Tang Shen suddenly exhaled in relief.

Knowing Wang Zifeng as well as he did, Tang Shen realized that Wang Zifeng must have given up and wouldn’t force him to tell the truth anymore.

Wang Zhen was a man like the bright moon in the sky or the gentle breeze through the woods—the only true gentleman Tang Shen had ever met. Tang Shen had always known that his senior brother would never have a falling out with others or reveal his emotions to others. Tonight’s Wang Zifeng was already different from usual; he had shown too much. The intense emotions, like raging flames, were suppressed beneath his calm exterior, and Tang Shen was terrified. He feared that Wang Zifeng might actually corner him into a dead end.

But Wang Zhen wouldn’t.

Perhaps it was arrogance borne of being cherished, or perhaps it was a sense of reliance. Regardless, Tang Shen was confident Wang Zifeng wouldn’t.

Yet in the next moment, Wang Zhen tightened his grip on Tang Shen’s hand. His slender fingers pressed so tightly on Tang Shen’s wrist that it hurt. Startled, Tang Shen instinctively looked up, only to see Wang Zhen’s refined and elegant face adorned with a gentle smile. In a soft, soothing tone, Wang Zhen said, “No matter how well one hides it, nothing in Jinling Prefecture escapes the Wang Clan of Langya.”

Tang Shen’s eyes widened in shock.

Wang Zhen continued, “If it were anywhere else, perhaps it wouldn’t matter, but in Jinling Prefecture, every matter—great or small—can be known by the Wang Clan of Langya with just a little effort. Have you ever wondered why five years ago, Liang Bowen went to Jinling time and again? Who was he seeking assistance from? Why would a mere sixth-rank cavalry officer dare to come to you for help?”

“I didn’t…”

Wang Zhen cut him off, “If Liang Bowen truly needed help, he had countless people to turn to! Leaving aside distant possibilities, the then Governor of Jinling was a close friend of his. Moreover, if he wanted to understand His Majesty’s intentions, why ask local officials? He should have asked high-ranking officials in the capital! Fu Wei, Fu Xiru was one of the four great scholars of the realm and had long been a close acquaintance of Liang Bowen. If Liang Bowen needed help, why didn’t he approach Fu Xiru? Even if Fu Xiru didn’t know, Fu Xiru’s student, Wang Zhen, Wang Zifeng was from the prestigious Wang Clan of Langya, serving as Minister of Revenue and highly trusted by the emperor. If anyone could uncover the truth, Wang Zifeng was certainly among them. If Liang Bowen had truly sought out our teacher, how could I refuse to assist him? But he didn’t.”

After a pause, Wang Zhen let out a long, drawn-out sigh—a sigh filled with endless melancholy. “Because he didn’t want to implicate anyone who might be involved.”

“You want to know why Zhong Taisheng, who had lived so long in prison, suddenly had to die?”

Tang Shen’s heart skipped a beat. That had been a question plaguing him for years!

Wang Zhen saw through his thoughts instantly and chuckled softly. “Because of a meteor star.”

Tang Shen asked in astonishment, “A meteor star?”

“In the 24th year of Kaiping, on the fourth day of the eighth month, a star as large as a peach fell from Zigong, passing through Taiwei, above the Emperor’s Star, and over the southeast, crossing the Twenty-Two Stars of the Heavenly Market Enclosure.” Wang Zhen recounted, “At that time, His Majesty was at the Immortal Ascension Platform practicing Taoist breathing exercises. Several of the ever-burning lamps extinguished, prompting him to summon the head of the Astronomical Bureau for an audience.”

Tang Shen held his breath as memories of an entry he once saw in the emperor’s Daily Records four years ago flashed through his mind.

“In the 24th year of Kaiping, on the fourth day of the eighth month, a star as large as a peach fell in the southeast. That night, Li Xiaoren, Chief Astronomer, entered the palace to meet the emperor.”

What followed after that was…

Wang Zhen continued, “Three days later, Su Wenyun, the Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, entered the palace for an audience. His Majesty issued a general amnesty, proclaiming benevolence to all.”

Tang Shen asked in astonishment, “This has something to do with Su Wenyun?”

Wang Zhen gave him a deep look. “I’ve told you before, the things His Majesty desires but cannot openly do must still be done by someone. A golden dragon wields a blade by night, casting it down, and where the blade lands, blood flows freely. The golden dragon merely casts the blade—its sharp edge cleaves gold and jade. But what does that have to do with the dragon itself?”

Tang Shen was shaken to his core. With just a few words, Wang Zhen had solved the mystery that had puzzled him for years.

A fire seemed to ignite within Tang Shen, burning so fiercely it threatened to consume him. His throat was dry, and every breath he exhaled was fraught with unrest.

Tang Shen exclaimed, “It’s that simple?!”

Wang Zhen replied calmly, “Yes, it’s that simple.”

Once enlightened, Tang Shen quickly grasped the key. He understood. “Simply because of a meteor star, the emperor deemed it an ominous sign and decided to end Zhong Taisheng’s life?!” He couldn’t comprehend it—how could someone’s life hinge on something as trivial as a meteor?

But Wang Zhen posed a counter-question, “You should be asking why it took 24 years for the emperor to finally take Zhong Taisheng’s life.”

Tang Shen was rendered speechless.

Wang Zhen said no more.

After a long silence, Tang Shen murmured, “Because he is a wise ruler.”

Zhong Taisheng, the foremost of the four great scholars, was highly revered. The emperor, merciful in sparing his life, thus won the loyalty of scholars throughout the land.

“Now you know the truth of what happened back then and the matter Liang Bowen painstakingly investigated for half a year,” Wang Zhen paused before asking, “Little Junior Brother, what more do you wish to learn?”

Tang Shen stared at Wang Zhen, torn by inner conflict. He opened his mouth several times to speak but closed it just as quickly. His hesitation and struggle didn’t escape Wang Zhen’s notice. Though Wang Zhen maintained a calm expression, his grip on the fan handle tightened.

In his moment of utter turmoil, Tang Shen suddenly recalled Wang Zhen’s earlier remark.

Why didn’t Liang Bowen seek help from old friends?

Because he didn’t want to implicate anyone he cared about.

What do I truly wish to know? What do I still hope to accomplish?

I have questions I want answered. I have actions I want to take!

Tang Shen, “Senior Brother, please don’t press me anymore.”

Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned.

Tang Shen gazed intently into his eyes, repeating with resolve, “Senior Brother, please don’t press me anymore.” Though his voice was firm, his eyes brimmed with pleading and hope, as if he were tearfully entreating in a coquettish manner. He looked so fragile, like a dream that could shatter with the slightest touch.

Wang Zhen felt his heart melt.

The Records of the Grand Historian says: “Greed can cloud one’s judgment.”

Wang Zifeng suddenly realized that what he was feeling now could only be described as desire clouding reason!

His gaze unconsciously drifted downward, landing on Tang Shen’s lips. Tang Shen, unaware of the intensity of Wang Zhen’s stare, was about to speak again when Wang Zhen suddenly raised a hand, covering Tang Shen’s eyes.

Plunged into darkness, Tang Shen’s senses sharpened. He could hear nothing but the sound of their mingled breaths.

“Senior Brother?” Tang Shen called nervously, unsure of Wang Zhen’s intent but he could feel the burning gaze. He did not dare pull at Wang Zhen’s hand.

Wang Zhen’s gaze remained locked on those soft lips. He leaned closer, almost pressing his own against them—then stopped. Instead, he kissed the back of his own hand, which was still covering Tang Shen’s eyes.

In that instant, Tang Shen froze, his body tense. Warm breaths filtered through Wang Zhen’s fingers, brushing lightly against his eyelids. Then he heard Wang Zhen’s soft voice, laced with gentle amusement.

“Alright, I won’t press you.”

Tang Shen forgot how to breathe.

Wang Zhen’s voice turned melodic as he began reciting from Zhen Wei, his tone clear and soothing like water over stones.

“Zhen and Wei, flowing wide and clear; men and women, holding orchids fair…”

“Gifting each other peonies…”

As Tang Shen left the Minister Residence, he didn’t dare look back. He knew Wang Zhen must be standing there, holding a lantern, silently watching him depart.

When he returned to Tanhua Residence, Tang Shen wiped his face. The teary-eyed, pleading and coquettish expression he had worn moments ago vanished instantly. He knew how to deal with Wang Zifeng. Even if he couldn’t outwit the man, he could at least ensure his safe retreat.

Tang Shen swiftly gathered ink and paper, intending to record everything he had learned tonight. But as he picked up the brush, his fingers trembled, and he couldn’t bring himself to write the first word.

He gripped his right wrist tightly, steadying his hand.

After a long pause, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

In the darkness, he could still feel Wang Zhen’s intense gaze, though he couldn’t see it. That kiss, though it had landed on Wang Zhen’s own hand, seemed to have burned itself into Tang Shen’s heart.

“Wang Zifeng…” he whispered the name aloud, startling himself.

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When he looked down, he saw that the sheet of paper before him was covered in countless repetitions of the same three characters:

‘Wang Zifeng.’

Tang Shen slumped back into his chair, speechless.

AN: Neighbor Wang: So adorable. I won’t press you anymore—after all, there’s nothing I want to know that I can’t find out.

Little Tang Lang: I won’t be able to sleep tonight… QAQ

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Tang Shen arrived at the Ministry of Justice and went directly to the official on duty that night.

The official was a Court Registrar, a sixth-rank official. Upon seeing Tang Shen, he immediately greeted him and called for a subordinate to fetch the prisoner, Cui Xiao, the cavalry officer from Jinling who had been imprisoned a few days prior. The subordinate quickly went to the prison but returned shortly, reporting, “Daren, Cui Xiao committed suicide in the cell a few days ago by ramming into the wall.”

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The Court Registrar was momentarily stunned. “Now that you mention it, I do recall—it was indeed Cui Xiao who died the other day.” Turning to Tang Shen, he added apologetically, “Daren, you’ve come at an unfortunate time. Cui Xiao is already dead. You may not know, but though prisoner suicides in the Ministry of Justice’s cells are not frequent, they do happen. Many of these officials lived lives of luxury outside, and once thrown into prison, they cannot endure the suffering, so occasionally, some choose to end their lives.”

Though waves of shock surged in Tang Shen’s heart, he remained outwardly calm. He responded indifferently, “I see. Since Cui Xiao is already dead, there’s no need for me to concern myself with him further. No need to see me out, Zhao daren. I shall take my leave.”

“Very well.”

The Court Registrar personally escorted Tang Shen to the gate of the Ministry of Justice. Once inside the sedan and after the curtains were lowered, Tang Shen pursed his lips, his fingers trembling slightly.

Cui Xiao was dead.

Cui Xiao was actually dead!

Ten days ago, Tang Shen had personally sent him to the Ministry of Justice’s prison. Yet, in less than half a month, he had perished in the cell. While it was possible that some officials committed suicide because they couldn’t bear the hardships of imprisonment, how could this coincidence be so convenient?

Tang Shen had always known that the mouths of the dead are the most reliable. Many people knew that Tang Shen had once been a student of Liang Song, possibly even Emperor Zhao Fu himself. However, how much Cui Xiao knew was something Tang Shen couldn’t control. Not trusting Cui Xiao, he had sent him to the prison to eliminate him from the equation. He had indeed considered secretly killing Cui Xiao, but there were two obstacles: first, his influence in the Ministry of Justice was limited, making it difficult to arrange; second, he hadn’t been willing to take that step himself.

Cui Xiao’s corruption case had already been tried by the Court of Judicial Review and returned to the Ministry of Justice for sentencing.

His crime wasn’t punishable by death.

And yet now, he was dead.

Under the cover of night, a dark sedan slowly passed through the main street and headed toward the eastern part of the city. When the carriage reached Sufang Bridge, a low voice issued from within, “To the residence of the Minister of Revenue.”

The sedan bearers paused briefly before replying, “Yes, daren.”

Fortunately, the Minister Residence wasn’t far and was along the way. The bearers changed course and proceeded toward the manor. However, after traveling less than half a mile, Tang Shen lifted the sedan curtain again and said, “Go to Guanzhi House on Qianmen Street instead.”

The bearers could only alter their course once more.

After emerging from Guanzhi House, Tang Shen finally directed them to the Minister Residence.

The steward of the Minister’s household hadn’t expected Tang Shen to visit that night, but since Tang Shen often came to see Wang Zhen, the steward wasn’t surprised. He personally escorted Tang Shen inside, saying, “You’ve come at a good time, Tang gongzi. Gongzi is at home and currently having dinner.” The steward’s gaze lingered briefly on the wooden box Tang Shen was carrying.

Wang Zhen had already been informed of Tang Shen’s arrival by a servant. He put down his chopsticks and waited with a smile.

Noticing the box Tang Shen had brought, Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Little Junior Brother, what’s in the box?”

Tang Shen handed the wooden box to the steward. “Why don’t you take a guess, Senior Brother?” He then instructed the steward, “Please keep this safe for me for now.”

Wang Zhen ordered someone to bring an extra pair of chopsticks for Tang Shen and relayed orders to the kitchen, “Add a dish of West Lake vinegar fish and a plate of vegetable dumplings.” Only then did he turn back to Tang Shen and say, “Since we aren’t opening it now, it’s clearly not food. From what I recall, I never waste effort on aimless guesses or pointless things. Little Junior Brother, if I guess correctly, is there a reward?”

Tang Shen: “…”

You even want a reward for this?

As if hearing Tang Shen’s internal complaint, Wang Zhen chuckled lightly. “Do I seem like someone who can be casually manipulated into making promises or guesses?”

Tang Shen sighed helplessly. “What reward do you want, Senior Brother?”

This time, it was Wang Zhen’s turn to hesitate. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Let’s just leave that reward on hold for now.” He paused, then added, “You’ve carried this item all the way here and only handed it over after sitting down for dinner, so it must be something valuable and fragile.”

Hearing this, the steward became even more cautious in handling the box.

Wang Zhen smiled. “When you visited yesterday, you didn’t mention anything about this. Did you acquire it today?”

Initially, Tang Shen had only intended to respond with a casual remark, but now he became curious to see whether Wang Zhen could actually guess correctly. He put down his chopsticks and decided to play along. “Yes, I got it today.”

Suddenly, Wang Zhen asked, “Is the item inside something you owe me?”

Tang Shen was stunned, contemplating for a while before replying, “Perhaps you could say that, though not entirely.”

Wang Zhen let out a long breath. “You once painted a piece for me, but at the time, you said it wasn’t good enough and promised to make another one if given the chance.”

Tang Shen was astonished.

Wang Zhen lifted his chopsticks and pointed toward a wooden box nearby. An ordinary person might have seemed casual or flippant doing so, but for him, the gesture was effortless and carried an air of quiet elegance. With a slight smile, he asked, “Does this box contain tools for painting?”

Tang Shen gaped in astonishment, blurting out, “Senior Brother, are you a celestial being?”

Wang Zhen teased, “A celestial being? Perhaps not. But I do frequent Guanzhi House. As they say, ‘Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, unparalleled in splendor.’ The supplies from Guanzhi House are the finest in Shengjing. For my little junior brother to go out of his way to buy materials from there to paint for me—I am truly moved beyond words.” He sighed sincerely, “My dear little junior brother treats me so well!”

Tang Shen: “…”

Tang Shen was speechless. After rising and checking the box, he discovered that, sure enough, the words “Guanzhi House” were carved in a discreet corner, barely noticeable unless closely examined. He muttered to himself, Wang Zifeng, you knew it was from Guanzhi House all along, and yet you still bet with me to guess? 

Truly, not a single word from him can be trusted!

After their meal, the two took the box to Wang Zhen’s study. Wang Zhen sighed with slight regret, “Little Junior Brother, if you wanted to paint for me, it would’ve been better to choose daytime. The night is dim, and the flickering candlelight makes it hard to see clearly.”

Tang Shen deliberately quipped, “Don’t worry, Senior Brother. Your beauty is etched in my mind.”

At the words “your beauty,” Wang Zhen’s brow twitched slightly. He gave a silent, amused smile, closing his folding fan to conceal his expression.

Before long, Wang Zhen, dressed in white, leaned against the window while Tang Shen alternated between glancing up and down, diligently painting his portrait.

It was late August, and the cool evening breeze stirred Wang Zhen’s long hair. The moonlight gently cascaded down, and the rich fragrance of flowers filled the courtyard. As Tang Shen glanced up, he caught Wang Zhen’s lowered gaze and faint smile directed at him, making him freeze in place. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—This might truly be beauty like a flower beneath the moon. But Tang Shen had come to the Minister Residence with a hidden agenda, not for idle flirtation, so he pushed the thought aside.

Halfway through the painting, Tang Shen spoke casually, as though making conversation, “It’s been five years since I first met Senior Brother. When I first saw you, you were already the Minister of Revenue. At just twenty-four, you held a second-rank position. I imagine that before I knew you, Senior Brother, your path must have been anything but easy.”

Privately, Wang Zhen thought to himself, it was actually rather easy.

Yet, seeing Tang Shen’s serious demeanor, he played along, “Difficult, indeed. Does little Junior Brother understand why?”

“You were the top scorer in the imperial examination at seventeen and became a fifth-rank Chamberlain in the court. Two years later, you were sent to Jinling as the city’s Defense Commissioner. By the time you returned to Shengjing at twenty-one, you entered Qinzheng Hall as a Senior Councilor and the Left Vice Minister of Justice. At twenty-three, you were promoted to Minister of Revenue.” Tang Shen continued painting while sighing in admiration, “I cannot compare to Senior Brother. I often wonder what you were like as Vice Minister of Justice. The Ministry of Justice, like the Court of Judicial Review, handles investigations and arrests. Was Senior Brother back then the same as you are now?”

As Tang Shen spoke, Wang Zhen’s eyes squinted slightly.

Tang Shen appeared to be merely recounting Wang Zhen’s career, without hidden intent. Wang Zhen lightly twirled his folding fan, remaining silent, watching Tang Shen quietly. After waiting a long while without receiving a response, Tang Shen maintained an outward calm, though inwardly, waves of anxiety surged. He raised his head to see what Wang Zhen was doing, only to find himself locking eyes with his senior brother’s deep, enigmatic gaze, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“…Senior Brother?”

Tang Shen put down his brush, staring at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen stood by the window, smiling at him. “I never thought that little Junior Brother wasn’t painting for me sincerely tonight.” Though he smiled, his tone carried a trace of disappointment and self-mockery.

Panic rose in Tang Shen’s heart. He hurriedly explained, “Please don’t misunderstand, Senior Brother. I truly wanted to paint for you. Look, I even spent a long time practicing before today to fulfill my promise and paint properly for you.” As he spoke, he lifted the painting to show Wang Zhen.

But before he could present it, Wang Zhen sighed softly, his voice as calm and clear as the moonlit night. “Why did you send someone to Jinling?”

Tang Shen froze in place, slowly raising his head to meet Wang Zhen’s gaze.

After a long pause, he put down the painting and said frankly, “Then I’ll ask directly as well—Senior Brother, do you know Cui Xiao?”

“I don’t,” Wang Zhen replied without hesitation.

Tang Shen let out a breath of relief, only for Wang Zhen to add with a lighthearted chuckle, “Why would I need to know him?”

Tang Shen’s eyes widened in shock.

Seeing his junior brother’s expression of alarm and worry, Wang Zhen initially wanted to tease him further but ultimately couldn’t bear to. A tight, stifling ache filled his chest. He knew Tang Shen was still hiding things from him, still unwilling to fully open up, still pretending and concealing, unwilling to place full trust in him. To ask something so simple, Tang Shen had to approach it with layers of misdirection.

But he couldn’t bring himself to be truly angry.

Because he cared too much.

Because he cared, so he felt pain. And because he cared, he could only turn the sharp edge inward, against himself.

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With a soft sigh, Wang Zifeng closed the window and walked over to Tang Shen. Tang Shen stood there, bewildered, unsure of how to react or what to say. A faint clack sounded as Wang Zhen shut his folding fan. He moved his wrist, pressing the tip of the fan against the wall, and with his other hand, gently clasped Tang Shen’s hand holding the brush. His grip was warm and tender. Slowly, he leaned in, his presence overwhelming, cornering Tang Shen against the wall.

His voice remained calm and mellifluous, like a breeze under the moonlight, “So, tell me—why did little Junior Brother send someone to Jinling?”

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Emperor Zhao Fu had reigned for 31 years, yet he had never truly paid attention to his sons. Yet after finally being given the chance to participate in court affairs, it took less than a month before they were sent away from the capital.

This news shocked the court.

The three princes were completely at a loss, unsure of what mistake they had made. They were bewildered and anxious, their composure faltering. Even the high-ranking officials and trusted ministers, those most familiar with the emperor, were equally baffled.

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Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji discussed the matter with his aide, Assistant Minister of the Palace Secretariat Qi Ze, who expressed his confusion. “If His Majesty intended to distance himself from the three princes, he could have simply refrained from giving them any responsibilities before the Empress Dowager’s memorial celebration. Why go to such lengths and cause unnecessary trouble for oneself instead?”

Ji Wengji, sipping his coarse tea with a furrowed brow, remained deep in thought, unable to discern Zhao Fu’s true intentions.

Qi Ze pressed further, “Ji xianggong, could it be that His Majesty has another motive for this action?”

Placing his tea cup on the table, Ji Wengji let out a long sigh. “In recent years, His Majesty has become increasingly unpredictable. Even I, after all these years, find it harder and harder to see through him.”

Meanwhile, Wang Quan and Wang Zhen were also discussing the emperor’s decision to send the three princes away. Despite their lengthy deliberations, they could not reach any clear conclusion. Wang Zhen, usually composed and elegant, showed rare traces of uncertainty on his face. After much contemplation, he still could not figure out the emperor’s underlying intention.

Unlike random speculation, Wang Zhen based his thoughts on years of experience as a close confidant of the emperor, with access to various channels of information. Yet, this sudden decision left everyone, including him, utterly caught off guard. No one could discern what this ruler of Great Song truly had in mind.

Surprisingly, the Right Prime Minister, Wang Quan, appeared rather calm. “I believe there is some merit to what you previously said, Zi Feng.”

Wang Zhen looked up at Wang Quan.

The spirited Right Prime Minister, savoring a fine cup of Biluochun tea, smiled leisurely and said, “In the 30-odd years since His Majesty ascended the throne, has he ever made a fatal mistake?”

Wang Zhen thought carefully before replying with a faint smile, “Uncle, are you sure you want me to answer that question?”

Wang Quan chuckled awkwardly. “I was merely speaking rhetorically. Must you be so particular about it, Zi Feng?”

Zhao Fu was far from a perfect ruler, let alone a wise one. Much of what he did was driven by personal interest and the pursuit of a lasting legacy. His first 20 years on the throne were fraught with errors that destabilized the court and led to war with the Liao State, leaving the populace in misery. However, in the past decade, Zhao Fu had become increasingly adept at managing the empire, skillfully balancing the factions of the court and fostering a period of relative peace and prosperity for the Song Dynasty.

Wang Zhen responded, “I dare not.”

Wang Quan sighed deeply. “If, in the face of life and death, His Majesty truly experienced enlightenment and underwent a complete transformation, then we have no choice but to adapt and prepare to uphold the court. However, do you really believe he is the kind of man who would change so drastically due to external forces? You may be closer to His Majesty in recent years and understand his thoughts better, but after more than three decades of serving him, I can only conclude, as you once said—trust him, and that’s that!”

Wang Zhen’s heart stirred as he grasped Wang Quan’s intent. He immediately saluted and said, “Thank you for your guidance, Uncle.”

After conversing with Wang Quan for a long time, Wang Zhen returned to his residence in a carriage. Upon arrival, he changed out of his court robes, only to be informed that a Ministry of Justice official, Gao Fengde, had come to visit. This official was one of Wang Zhen’s planted informants within the ministry.

Once seated in the study, Gao Fengde reported, “Daren, I have found the person you were seeking. He is currently imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice’s cells.”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow. “Criminal trials are typically handled by the Court of Judicial Review. Why is this person in the Ministry of Justice’s cells?”

Gao Fengde explained, “That is true, but since this case has already been concluded, the person was transferred to our custody.”

“That quickly?” Wang Zhen paused, then asked, “Did Tang Jingze intervene?”

“Yes.”

With just that single word, Wang Zhen instantly understood the situation. A criminal official who had traveled all the way from Jinling to the capital, whom Tang Shen had specifically sent someone to investigate, ended up swiftly imprisoned, with Tang Shen personally involved in the case. Wang Zhen sighed deeply, reflecting, “He is still too soft-hearted.”

He is young, after all.

Yet, Wang Zhen quickly reconsidered, thinking, if Tang Shen were truly ruthless at such a young age, capable of cutting off loose ends without hesitation, how could he have ever fallen for him?

So be it—he would handle the dirty work himself.

Thus, in Tang Shen’s mind, his noble and virtuous senior brother sat in quiet composure, gently brushing the lid of his tea cup against the tea and calmly stating, “The Ministry of Justice has recently detained numerous criminals, and expenses have been rising. The treasury is not in a good state. After last year’s war with the Liao State, funds have been tight. As one of the six ministries, the Ministry of Justice should share His Majesty’s burden and act in the interest of the people. What do you think, Gao daren?”

Having long been a trusted aide to Wang Zhen, Gao Fengde was no stranger to underhanded dealings. He bowed respectfully and answered earnestly, “This lower official completely agrees.”

That night, a prisoner in the Ministry of Justice’s cells “committed suicide out of guilt” by ramming his head into the wall.

The life of a mere cavalry officer from Jinling was insignificant in the grand scheme of the capital’s affairs. His death was but a drop in the ocean, unworthy of public notice.

As for the three princes, the emperor soon issued a decree assigning each of them official posts. Contrary to expectations, Zhao Fu did not send them to remote regions. Instead, they received promising appointments, with opportunities for advancement if they performed well.

While visiting Wang Zhen’s residence, Tang Shen asked, “Senior Brother, do you understand His Majesty’s true intention behind this move?”

Wang Zhen, serving tea with graceful poise, gently pushed a cup toward Tang Shen and replied serenely, “Weren’t we supposed to admire the calligraphy from yesterday together today? Why bring up court matters again?”

Tang Shen paused, then accepted the tea. “Yes.”

But inwardly, he concluded: So you don’t understand it either, Wang Zifeng!

Though Wang Zhen could not decipher the emperor’s thoughts, he maintained an air of calm and control, as if he had everything firmly in hand. Tang Shen, observing him closely, could find no flaw in his demeanor. He felt a mix of regret and admiration—his senior brother truly was an extraordinary person.

In late August, the three princes were preparing to leave the capital.

Prince Jing’s heir, Zhao Qiong, invited Tang Shen to a banquet at Qianli Tower. When extending the invitation, he subtly hinted that others might join them. Understanding the implication, Tang Shen still decided to attend.

Upon arriving at Qianli Tower, Tang Shen waited with Zhao Qiong until the manager led the second prince, Zhao Shang, into the private room.

Zhao Qiong immediately stood up and turned to Tang Shen. “I did not inform Jing Ze this time. In truth, I also invited His Highness, the Second Prince. You understand, given the current political situation, His Highness cannot meet with officials openly. This is purely a private gathering, not a discussion of court affairs.”

Tang Shen immediately stood up and, together with Zhao Qiong, welcomed Zhao Shang, “This lower official understands the thoughtful intentions of the Prince’s Heir.”

Zhao Shang was led into the room by both men.

Zhao Qiong saluted and said, “Zhao Qiong greets Your Highness.”

Zhao Shang smiled warmly. “We’re all family; there’s no need for such formalities. Today is just a family gathering—no need to call me Your Highness.” After speaking, he turned to Tang Shen and said, “This must be Tang Jingze, Tang daren.”

Tang Shen bowed and responded, “This lower official, Tang Shen, greets Your Highness.”

“I already said there’s no need for formalities. Please, Tang daren, take a seat.” Zhao Shang’s tone was exceedingly gentle. He continued, “I’ve actually crossed paths with Tang daren before. Last year, when the Liao State’s envoys came to the capital, Tang daren was among the officials receiving them. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to speak with you at that time, and now, here we are.”

With such friendly words, Zhao Shang quickly bridged the gap between himself and Tang Shen, and the three sat down together for a meal.

Zhao Shang said, “Yesterday, I received an imperial decree. Starting today, I’ll be heading to Gusu Prefecture to serve as the Prefectural Defense Commissioner.”

Tang Shen’s hand paused mid-action.

Zhao Shang added, “Gusu Prefecture is your hometown, isn’t it, Tang daren?”

“It is.”

“Then I’ll be relying on you for guidance.”

Tang Shen immediately set down his chopsticks, rose, and bowed. “This lower official wouldn’t dare.”

The three conversed happily until nightfall before parting ways.

Tang Shen, however, fully understood Zhao Shang’s intentions. Zhao Qiong wouldn’t have invited him for no reason, let alone gone out of his way to invite Zhao Shang and link them together. This dinner was clearly orchestrated by Zhao Shang, using Zhao Qiong as a pretense, to establish a closer connection with him.

“I initially thought he only wanted to win me over, perhaps even my senior brother through me. But now it seems it’s also related to his new post as Gusu’s Defense Commissioner.”

Nevertheless, as a loyalist of the emperor, Tang Shen remained steadfast. Despite Zhao Shang’s repeated hints throughout the meal, he skillfully dodged each one, pretending not to understand.

Compared to the Second Prince, Tang Shen trusted his senior brother more.

As September arrived, the weather became cooler, and the three princes departed from the capital.

In early autumn, Emperor Zhao Fu was suddenly afflicted by his chronic migraine, rendering him unable to attend court for over ten days. With the princes having just left the capital and the emperor falling ill, rumors spread rapidly, unsettling the court. Fortunately, by mid-September, Zhao Fu recovered enough to resume hearing reports, albeit weakly, from his bed.

As Court Gentleman Consultant and Right Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Bureau, Tang Shen presented a memorial to Zhao Fu. After dismissing everyone else, Zhao Fu asked, “How are matters with the Liao State?”

Tang Shen reported everything in detail.

Zhao Fu finally showed a satisfied expression. “Good. Jing Ze always understands my intentions, never giving me cause for worry.”

Tang Shen replied humbly, “It is my duty to serve Your Majesty with utmost loyalty, even unto death.”

Zhao Fu smiled and instructed Ji Fu to bring a tray of imperial pastries, which he bestowed upon Tang Shen. Receiving the delicacies, Tang Shen respectfully left Chuigong Hall.

However, just as he was leaving the palace, he encountered Su Wenyun at the gate. Both stopped in their tracks.

Tang Shen knew that while Zhao Fu had praised his work, he would never rely solely on one person’s account. Su Wenyun’s presence likely meant he was there to report on matters in Youzhou.

With a calm expression, Tang Shen greeted him, “This lower official greets the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works.”

Su Wenyun returned the courtesy, “Tang daren, I trust you’ve been well.”

“Thank you for your concern, my health remains good,” Tang Shen replied politely.

Their conversation, brief and perfunctory, ended quickly, and they each went their own way. Su Wenyun’s gaze lingered momentarily on the imperial pastries in Tang Shen’s hands. After taking two steps, he suddenly paused, and intrigued expression flickering across his strikingly handsome face. Turning back, he called out, “Tang daren.”

Tang Shen stopped and turned to face him.

With a mocking smile, Su Wenyun said, “Tang daren, it seems you’ve come of age this year, haven’t you?”

Tang Shen was puzzled. “Yes.”

“You’ve already come of age?” Su Wenyun exaggerated his surprise, exclaiming, “I didn’t expect that Tang daren, despite being of age, still behaves like a child, needing someone to clean up after his messes. Back in Youzhou, you rebuked me, claiming I had misunderstood certain matters. I almost believed you! But now, it seems you were merely trying to cover things up. The affection between the both of you—well, it’s truly beyond Fei Ran.”

Seeing Tang Shen’s stunned expression, Su Wenyun laughed heartily, clearly pleased, and strode away.

His words hit Tang Shen like a bolt of lightning, leaving him utterly shaken.

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Tang Shen vaguely grasped Su Wenyun’s implication, but he couldn’t understand why he had suddenly started speaking ill of Wang Zifeng again. What did he mean by saying Wang Zhen had “cleaned up after him”? What could he possibly have done that required Wang Zhen to cover for him? If something had indeed happened, why hadn’t Wang Zhen mentioned it, leaving it to Su Wenyun to point it out?

Returning home, Tang Shen brooded deeply, until a sudden realization dawned on him, his eyes widening in shock.

“…Wang Zifeng!”

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On the 15th of August, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, Su Wenyun, returned to the capital to report on his duties.

Tang Shen, no longer serving at Qinzheng Hall, made a special visit to the Court of Judicial Review because of the matter concerning Cui Xiao, the cavalry officer from Jinling. Cui Xiao, being only a minor sixth-rank official, had already been impeached, with the formal accusation arriving from Jinling a few days prior. Normally, such a case would require three months of deliberation, during which Cui Xiao would remain in prison. However, upon Tang Shen’s request, the officials expedited the case, and it was immediately brought to trial.

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Upon leaving the Court of Judicial Review, Tang Shen encountered Su Wenyun.

Seeing Tang Shen, Su Wenyun was visibly surprised. Glancing at the plaque above the entrance to confirm he was indeed at the Court of Judicial Review and not mistakenly at the Censorate, he remarked sarcastically, “I thought I had entered the wrong place and arrived at the Censorate instead. I must congratulate Tang daren on your promotion to Court Gentleman Consultant. It’s been a while since we last met, and you seem to be in high spirits and quite at ease.”

Su Wenyun’s tone dripped with mockery, leaving Tang Shen puzzled as to how he had offended this troublesome figure once again.

Tang Shen saluted respectfully and said, “This lower official greets the esteemed Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works.”

Su Wenyun replied with a smirk, “After enduring the winds and sands of the border, returning to Shengjing feels like a breath of fresh air. Does Tang daren share the same sentiment?”

Tang Shen lifted his head to meet Su Wenyun’s gaze. After a moment’s pause, he responded calmly, “Indeed, I feel the same. I wonder, since my departure, how the bandits that disrupted the peace outside Youzhou have been dealt with.”

Su Wenyun raised an eyebrow, “All matters have been resolved.”

Still polite, Tang Shen said, “Then, I shall take my leave.” With that, he turned and walked away without further ado.

This brief encounter marked their first meeting since both had returned to the capital.

After Tang Shen left, Su Wenyun handled his affairs for a few days before the thought of Tang Shen resurfaced. He summoned an official from the Court of Judicial Review and asked, “Why did Tang Jingze visit a few days ago?”

The official, eager to please, disclosed everything about the case involving Cui Xiao.

Su Wenyun was momentarily stunned. After pondering for a while, he chuckled and said, “A cavalry officer from Jinling? Bring him here for me to see.”

The official wiped the sweat from his forehead and hesitated before responding, “That criminal Cui Xiao has already been transferred to the Ministry of Justice prison.”

Su Wenyun’s brows furrowed deeply. He paced back and forth for a moment before abruptly stopping. Looking out the window at the clear blue sky, he recalled the confrontation he had with Tang Shen two years ago at the Yuzhou prefectural office. With a cold sneer, he turned on his heel and headed for the Ministry of Justice prison. Upon arrival, he summoned an official and ordered Cui Xiao to be brought for questioning. To his shock, the official reported, “Cui Xiao took his own life by ramming his head against the wall a few days ago.”

Su Wenyun was shocked.

By now, he had a clear inkling that Cui Xiao’s presence in the capital might be tied to Tang Shen—or even to the late Liang Song, who had died five years prior. He also knew about Liang Song’s secret attempts to rescue Zhong Taisheng in his travels across various regions. This wasn’t exactly a closely guarded secret. As one of the emperor’s most trusted enforcers, if Su Wenyun had truly wanted to deal with Tang Shen, he could have merely mentioned it to the emperor two years ago, and the latter would have kept Tang Shen under scrutiny. Perhaps it wouldn’t have led to Tang Shen’s downfall, but it certainly wouldn’t have resulted in the emperor placing so much trust in him now.

Back then, Su Wenyun had treated it as a favor to Tang Shen, partly to repay the debt of nearly getting him killed when he had used Tang Shen as bait in Yuzhou. However, with Cui Xiao’s sudden death in prison, Su Wenyun mused, “Could Tang Jingze really be this ruthless?”

Moments later, he came to a realization and scoffed, “Tang Jingze’s influence hasn’t yet extended to the Ministry of Justice; he’s only been in office for a few years. It must have been Wang Zifeng. Oh, Wang Zifeng, what a doting senior brother you are!”

But that’s a story for another time.

At this moment, Tang Shen remained unaware that Cui Xiao would die in the Ministry of Justice prison within a few days.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Tang Shen carried a box of mooncakes to visit Wang Zhen, with whom he had arranged to enjoy the festival and admire the moon at the Minister Residence.

By mid-August, the autumn breeze was cool and refreshing. In the courtyard, Wang Zhen had set up a small table amidst the fragrance of blooming flowers and the serene moonlight. The tranquil setting was enough to lift one’s spirits. The two of them sat in the courtyard, enjoying mooncakes and sipping fruit wine. After tasting the wine, Tang Shen remarked in surprise, “This wine is sweet and fragrant, refreshing yet smooth. It’s rare to come across such fine wine. Does Senior Brother have more of it at home?”

Wang Zhen raised his cup and smiled, “Yes. If Little Junior Brother likes it, take two jars with you when you leave.”

Delighted, Tang Shen responded, “That would be wonderful.”

In his previous life, Tang Shen hadn’t been fond of drinking. In this life, he was forced to drink on occasion, but ancient wines often disappointed him—they were either too weak or too coarse. Only Wang Zifeng seemed to have access to the best wines, so whenever Tang Shen came across wine he enjoyed, he made sure to indulge.

What Tang Shen didn’t know was that, despite its pleasant aroma, the fruit wine packed a potent aftereffect.

As they continued to drink and recite poetry under the moon, Tang Shen began to feel dizzy after finishing two jars. Blinking blearily, he gazed at Wang Zhen and murmured, “I’m seeing two of you, Senior Brother.”

Wang Zhen hadn’t expected Tang Shen to get drunk either. After a moment of surprise and before he could react, he heard Tang Shen suddenly call out in a solemn tone, “Wang Zifeng!”

Wang Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a twinge in his scalp before chuckling in amusement. “You rarely call me by my courtesy name; you always call me Senior Brother. Who would have thought that after getting drunk, you’d finally dare to use it? This is a rare moment—why not call me that a few more times?”

Seeming to understand his words, Tang Shen repeated the name several times in succession.

“Wang Zifeng…”

“Wang Zifeng!”

“Wang Zifeng!”

Hearing him call his name repeatedly, Wang Zhen felt an odd warmth spread through him. He set down his cup and, with a bemused smile, watched Tang Shen’s drunken antics.

“Wang Zifeng.”

“En?”

“Say something.”

“…What do you want to hear?”

Tang Shen thought for a while before replying, “Sing me a song.”

Wang Zhen froze. A song?

With a helpless smile, he said, “I didn’t know I could sing. I can play tunes, though. Would you like to hear something? I’m good at Phoenix Seeking His Mate and Eternal Longing.”

Tang Shen gazed at Wang Zhen steadily before murmuring, “I feel so dizzy. I want to sleep now.”

Wang Zhen frowned, about to say something when Tang Shen abruptly declared, “Ah, I’m asleep!” and collapsed, sound asleep before Wang Zhen could react. After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Zhen couldn’t help but feel amusement and exasperation. He called for his page boy, intending to have Tang Shen carried to bed. When the page boy arrived and began to help Tang Shen up, Wang Zhen suddenly stopped him.

The page boy paused, looking at his young master in confusion.

After a moment’s contemplation, Wang Zhen said, “I’ll carry him.”

Surprised, the page boy helped lift Tang Shen onto Wang Zhen’s back. With Tang Shen’s arms draped loosely around his neck, Wang Zhen rose and carefully carried him toward the guest room. He paused briefly near his own quarters but ultimately chose to head for the guest room, where he laid Tang Shen down to rest.

Tang Shen was thoroughly drunk, utterly unaware of his surroundings.

Wang Zhen stood by the bedside, gazing down at Tang Shen for a long moment before reaching out to pinch his cheek lightly.

“Say ‘Wang Zifeng’ one more time?”

Tang Shen’s only response was the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Wang Zhen chuckled softly and, after a brief moment of indulgence, left the guest room to attend to matters brought to him by the steward. What he didn’t expect was that shortly after his departure, Tang Shen’s eyes fluttered open. Though still groggy, a sudden clarity overtook him.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, the spot where Wang Zhen had pinched him moments ago. Tang Shen’s heart surged like waves, refusing to calm down. The moment he closed his eyes, the image of Wang Zhen holding a cup of wine and looking at him reappeared in his mind. Bathed in moonlight, Wang Zhen no longer seemed like a mere mortal, appearing ethereal and otherworldly. Yet the depth of emotion in those eyes unsettled Tang Shen, leaving him bewildered.

When he first blurted out “Wang Zifeng,” it was purely under the influence of alcohol. The moment the name left his lips, Tang Shen himself was startled. He inexplicably called out “Wang Zifeng” a few more times. Later, when sobriety crept in, he realized he should not have acted so flippantly, potentially offending Wang Zhen. Yet to his surprise, Wang Zhen didn’t seem annoyed but rather appeared to enjoy it.

Thus, things gradually unfolded in that manner.

Tang Shen closed his eyes, and Wang Zhen’s gentle, soothing voice echoed in his ears. Suddenly, Su Wenyun’s words flashed through his mind:

“Because Wang Zifeng has a preference for men.”

Those words exploded in Tang Shen’s mind like thunder.

Back in the Youzhou prefectural office, Su Wenyun had been persuaded that he had misunderstood Wang Zhen. However, a seed of doubt had already been planted in Tang Shen’s heart. That seed had since taken root and grown. Now, as he touched his cheek, the skin beneath his palm burned with an uncontrollable heat, while his heart pounded with a storm of emotions he could not comprehend.

“Wang Zifeng…” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

In that moment, emboldened by the lingering effects of alcohol, Tang Shen let his thoughts run wild. He really was unable to decipher Wang Zifeng’s true nature.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhen entered his study, having changed into a white silk robe after removing the wine-scented clothes he had worn earlier. The new attire lent him a refined air, shedding the bureaucratic mundanity of the court and giving him the appearance of a noble scion. Upon entering the study and seeing the person there, he was neither surprised nor hesitant, merely asking, “What did you find?”

“Gongzi, after several months in Jinling, I have indeed uncovered some matters.”

“Speak.”

This man was the servant Wang Zhen had specially sent to Jinling several months earlier. Jinling, the Wang clan’s stronghold, rarely harbored secrets from Wang Zhen. However, because Liang Song had acted with such discretion five years ago, it had taken considerable effort for Wang Zhen to uncover the truth. Upon hearing the servant’s report, Wang Zhen sat quietly, unmoving, for a long while.

After the servant finished his account, he added, “There is one more thing.”

Wang Zhen remained silent.

The servant glanced up and called out instinctively, “Gongzi?”

Wang Zhen snapped out of his reverie. “En?”

The servant respectfully continued, “A few days ago, just as I was about to leave Jinling, I happened to spot someone on the street—Tang gongzi’s servant, Yao San. I recognized him as having been at Tang gongzi‘s side before, so I kept an eye on him and spent a few days investigating his purpose in Jinling.”

This servant had been with Wang Zhen since childhood, handling matters with such meticulousness that he seldom needed explicit instructions. It was for this reason he had been chosen for this mission.

He reported, “Yao San went to Jinling to investigate a cavalry officer named Cui Xiao. Upon digging further, I discovered that Cui Xiao is notoriously corrupt and appears to have been impeached. He left Jinling half a month ago and headed for Shengjing.”

Wang Zhen’s expression changed slightly. “You’re saying he arrived in Shengjing half a month ago?”

“Yes, gongzi. I verified it using the Wang clan’s connections directly with the Jinling prefectural office.”

Wang Zhen paced the study twice before pausing. “Did Yao San see you?”

“No, gongzi. Besides, Yao San doesn’t know me.”

Wang Zhen let out a long sigh. “I understand. You may go.”

“Yes, gongzi.”

The next morning, Tang Shen pretended to be truly hungover, appearing remorseful as he said to Wang Zhen, “I drank too much last night and don’t remember what happened. When I woke up, I found myself in the guest room. I’ve never been drunk before, so I don’t know how I act after drinking. I hope I didn’t say or do anything inappropriate to offend you, Senior Brother?”

Initially, Wang Zhen hadn’t given the previous night’s events much thought, genuinely believing that Tang Shen had simply gotten drunk. However, hearing Tang Shen’s obviously guilty explanation, Wang Zhen suddenly grew suspicious. He scrutinized Tang Shen carefully for a moment before smiling. “You didn’t.”

Tang Shen let out a breath of relief. “That’s good.”

After Tang Shen left, Wang Zhen summoned a servant and asked about Tang Shen’s behavior that morning. Unfortunately, there was too little information for him to determine whether Tang Shen had been pretending to be drunk.

Wang Zhen didn’t mind, chuckling lightly. “If he was pretending, that would not be bad.”

He then began his investigation into Cui Xiao in Shengjing. Meanwhile, after the morning court session, Zhao Fu summoned the three princes to Chuigong Hall.

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Sunlight streamed through the glazed windows, casting a soft glow, while the scent of ambergris filled the quiet hall. As Zhao Fu flipped through the memorials on his desk, he said, “I have ruled for thirty-one years, yet I have few heirs. Now, only you three remain. In recent days, you’ve handled some court affairs well, and the Empress Dowager’s memorial service was conducted to my satisfaction. Last night, I thought it over: keeping you constantly by my side may not be a good thing. Henceforth, you shall leave Shengjing and handle real affairs on your own!”

The three princes were struck dazed.

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Li Xiaoren sought out Wang Zhen alone, clearly intending to discuss something important.

Wang Zhen grasped his intent and said, “It’s still early. On the way to Dingguo Temple, I noticed a teahouse at the foot of the mountain.”

Li Xiaoren immediately understood. “If Wang daren wishes, shall we rest there together?”

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Wang Zhen smiled. “Very well.”

The two headed to the teahouse.

Nestled beneath Dingguo Temple, the teahouse thrived, benefiting from the temple’s bustling incense offerings. Though situated in a mountain hollow, it attracted many patrons who stopped by on their way to offer incense and prayers. Once inside, they deliberately chose a private room.

As soon as they entered, Li Xiaoren sighed gloomily. “Did Wang daren meet that Master Shanting today?”

Wang Zhen replied, “I’ve seen Master Shanting before at the Immortal Ascension Platform. Does Li daren have something to say?”

Li Xiaoren hesitated, uncertain about Wang Zhen’s attitude toward Shanting. He felt conflicted but knew he had no other options. After a brief hesitation, he began, “To be honest, Wang daren, ever since Shanting entered the palace, he has gained His Majesty’s favor. Every day, he prepares elixirs and recites scriptures for His Majesty. I won’t speak of trivial matters, lest you misunderstand me—I am not one of those scheming ministers bent on eliminating rivals.”

Even as he said this, Li Xiaoren paused, feeling somewhat guilty. Clearing his throat, he continued, “It’s just that something feels off.”

Wang Zhen replied calmly, “Li daren has served His Majesty faithfully for over two decades; your loyalty is well-known in court.”

Though aware that Wang Zhen was being diplomatic, Li Xiaoren still found his words reassuring. He relaxed, confident that Wang Zhen remained an ally. After all, they had known each other for years, while Shanting had only arrived in the capital this year. Even if Wang Zhen intended to side with Shanting, it would take effort and yield little benefit.

Li Xiaoren explained, “Since His Majesty fell gravely ill over a decade ago, he has been pursuing immortality. In the past, he would go to the Immortal Ascension Platform daily to cultivate and absorb spiritual energy, but it never lasted more than two hours. Despite his cultivation, he remained diligent in governance. However, since Shanting’s arrival, His Majesty has been spending six hours a day at the Immortal Ascension Platform!”

Wang Zhen showed a look of surprise.

Seeing his reaction, Li Xiaoren felt satisfied and pressed on, “I’ve tried advising His Majesty not to endanger his health by overindulging in cultivation. The spiritual energy enters through Baihui, passes through Shenting, and exits at Yongquan, forming a cycle. Excessive pursuit can backfire; His Majesty should be cautious. But instead of heeding my advice, he summoned Shanting immediately to recite scriptures.”

“You mean to say…”

Li Xiaoren looked troubled. “I fear that if His Majesty continues pouring so much effort into elixir-making and cultivation, it could harm his health.”

The two parted ways after leaving the teahouse.

Once alone, Li Xiaoren’s expression darkened, revealing his true nature.

“Who knows if Wang Zifeng can come up with a plan to get rid of that wretched monk!”

Li Xiaoren’s disciple had been waiting outside the teahouse for a long time. Seeing his master emerge, the young disciple quickly ran up to hold an umbrella and fan him. Overhearing Li Xiaoren’s complaint, the disciple’s eyes flickered and he asked, “Master, do you think that Wang Zifeng can really help us deal with that baldy?”

“How would I know!”

The young disciple was dumbfounded. “Ah?”

“Ai, I’m merely grasping at straws. These days, I can’t even see His Majesty once in three days, while Shanting remains by his side daily, reciting scriptures at Immortal Ascension Platform. What I told Wang Zifeng earlier came from the heart. If things continue this way, His Majesty’s health will surely suffer. Ai, as for Wang Zifeng… I still can’t fully understand him, but I can only hope he will lend us a hand this time. If he does, I will remember his kindness and repay him in the future.”

Zhao Fu had pursued immortality for over twenty years. Now, he had suddenly turned to a life of vegetarianism and Buddhist devotion. Although the court ministers found it absurd, none dared to question the emperor’s actions. The Censorate seemed oblivious to Shanting’s presence, with not a single censor filing an accusation against him.

In the 31st year of Kaiping, a great upheaval struck the court. The commotion wasn’t due to Zhao Fu’s shift from Taoism to Buddhism but because three princes had entered the court and begun taking on official duties.

Zhao Fu was sixty-seven years old, while his sons were relatively young—the eldest, Prince Zhao Shang, was only thirty-two. No longer children, the three princes had grown into adults. Though Zhao Fu had neglected them for years, his sudden decision to have them participate in court affairs seemed like a significant signal.

Shengjing, at the Right Prime Minister’s residence.

In Shengjing, there was a popular rhyme often recited by children, comparing the two prime ministers of the Song Dynasty: “Rice, oil, and salt fill the Left Prime Minister’s residence, while the Right Prime Minister’s home is a paradise amidst the mortal world.” It referred to Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji’s frugal and upright nature, with his household possessing barely any valuables. In contrast, Right Prime Minister Wang Quan came from a noble lineage and lived in wealth. Though Wang was by no means corrupt, his grand manor, styled after Jiangnan gardens, stood in stark contrast to the Left Prime Minister’s humble abode.

At this moment, Right Prime Minister Wang Quan stood before his study window, gazing at the lotus-filled pond.

The study, named Baqiu Study, bore a plaque inscribed with the Emperor Zhao Fu’s calligraphy. The name came from the “Eight Ways of Seeking Books” by a bibliophile of the previous dynasty, reflecting a scholarly and refined pursuit of knowledge.

Inside the study, six rows of bookshelves lined the room, and the faint scent of ink filled the air.

Staring at the lotus pond in thought, Wang Quan furrowed his brow and sighed. “If a storm is approaching, how can these lotuses protect themselves from being battered and broken?”

“Why the sudden sigh, uncle?”

Turning around, Wang Quan replied, “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the brewing storm on the court’s horizon!”

Standing between the bookshelves, Wang Zhen smiled and said, “All I see is calm. Why prepare for a storm prematurely?”

Wang Quan asked seriously, “Did you hear any news, Zi Feng?”

“None.”

“Then how can you be so composed?”

Wang Quan had held sway over the court for many years, and he had also contended with Ji Wengji for just as long. Yet now, facing Ji Wengji, he could confidently say he understood his opponent well. However, when it came to his nephew, Wang Zhen, there were moments of incomprehension. Somehow, Wang Zhen had grown closer to the emperor than he had. As the saying goes, the inscrutability of the emperor’s heart is difficult to discern! Compared to him and Ji Wengji, Zhao Fu placed greater trust in young officials like Wang Zhen and Su Wenyun.

Wang Zhen said, “That’s because Zi Feng has always trusted in only one thing.”

Wang Quan, intrigued, asked, “Oh? And what is that?”

Wang Zhen raised a hand, pointing skyward, and smiled. “I trust him.”

Wang Quan’s eyes dilated. After a long silence, he said, “There was once Li Xiaoren, and now there’s Shanting. After the Empress Dowager’s passing, you’ve witnessed His Majesty’s transformation.” His voice suddenly trailed off, and an expression of astonishment crossed his face. Then, abruptly, he smiled wryly and shook his head. “You truly are His Majesty’s close confidant. When it comes to deciphering imperial intent, I can no longer match you.”

Wang Zhen responded calmly, “I’m merely guessing.”

Wang Quan waved dismissively and laughed heartily. “Enough of such matters. A meal has already been prepared for us, full of the Gusu cuisine you love. By the way, when will you bring Tang Jingze to visit us?”

Wang Zhen smiled helplessly. “It’s still too early for that!”

Wang Quan teased, “The longer you wait, the more things might change!”

While Wang Zhen dined on delicacies at the Right Prime Minister’s residence, Tang Shen was home alone, having just taken a bite of his meal when Yao San suddenly returned. Tang Shen immediately put down his chopsticks and went to the study with Yao San, ignoring his hunger to hear the report.

“Little boss, I’ve looked into it. That Cui Xiao is indeed a Jinling Prefecture cavalry officer.”

Tang Shen asked, “Are you certain it’s him?”

Yao San nodded emphatically. “Absolutely certain. I even spent some silver to treat a clerk from the Jinling Prefecture office to drinks at a restaurant. I claimed to have a distant relative serving as a cavalry officer there. When I described Cui Xiao’s appearance, the clerk immediately recognized him and said, ‘Isn’t that Cui daren?’”

Over the years, Yao San had traveled far and wide with Tang Shen, handling matters more reliably each time, and Tang Shen trusted him greatly.

Tang Shen nodded. “Did you find out what crime he committed?”

Yao San smiled wryly. “Given that Cui Xiao has traveled all the way to Shengjing to seek you out, it’s clear the matter hasn’t caused a huge stir yet, so I couldn’t find any solid information. However, I did learn that Cui Xiao is notoriously corrupt, a first-class swindler. As long as you give him money, he’ll do anything without hesitation. So if he’s in trouble, it’s probably related to money.”

Tang Shen suddenly understood. He had a hunch about Cui Xiao’s purpose in seeking him out and how Cui Xiao had initially crossed paths with Liang Song five years ago.

Five years ago, Liang Song had suddenly received word that Zhong Taisheng, who had been imprisoned in the imperial dungeons for over twenty years, had fallen gravely ill and was unlikely to survive without immediate treatment. Far away in Gusu, Liang Song had no way of knowing what was happening in Shengjing. All he could do was make repeated trips to Jinling to gather information and seek ways to save Zhong Taisheng’s life.

Liang Song, one of the four great scholars of the realm, couldn’t act openly in this matter. He had to proceed discreetly. Thus, instead of approaching high-ranking officials and powerful figures he knew, he privately sought out information, eventually bribing Cui Xiao for insider news—something entirely plausible.

Tang Shen had not been involved in the matter back then. His only involvement came when Liang Song’s nephew, Xu Hui, sought his help in investigating a Taoist priest who had returned to Gusu for a family visit. Only Xu Hui knew about this, and Tang Shen had long since sent the Tang’s Logistics staff who had gathered the information out of Gusu. Their current whereabouts were unknown.

It was unclear how Cui Xiao had learned of Tang Shen’s connection to Liang Song, but without solid evidence, mere words wouldn’t be enough to shake Tang Shen’s current position.

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Feeling reassured, Tang Shen smiled. “If it’s about corruption, then it’s nothing serious—he was probably reported for a bribe he couldn’t cover up, and now it’s reached Shengjing, where he can’t suppress it.”

After a moment of thought, he added, “This is an easy matter, but why should I help Cui Xiao?”

Tang Shen said indifferently, “Let him stay in the Court of Judicial Review for a while longer!”

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