In the stillness of the deep night, Cui Xiao anxiously lowered his head and softly finished speaking. He waited for a long time but saw no reaction from Tang Shen. Cautiously, he raised his eyes, only to see Tang Jingze’s sharp, discerning gaze under the flickering candlelight, his expression as cold as jade. Cui Xiao’s heart jumped. Despite being much older than Tang Shen, he felt an inexplicable pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Tang Shen sneered, “So, Cui daren, you’ve come tonight to ask me to bend the law for personal interest?”

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Cui Xiao immediately replied, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Tang Shen’s eyes widened, and he scolded sternly, “Wouldn’t dare? Then why are you here tonight? As you said, I did meet Liang Bowen, the renowned scholar, a few times and received some of his guidance. But what of it? Liang daren has been dead for years. What does his matter have to do with me? Do you even know my current position?”

Having been worn down by his personal troubles for days and exhausted from his long journey from Jinling to Shengjing, Cui Xiao—who held a humble rank—had little knowledge of current political shifts. He looked at Tang Shen with growing unease until he heard Tang Shen coldly declare, “I am now a Censorate official at the Imperial Censorate!”

Cui Xiao was struck as if by lightning, standing there frozen in shock.

The Imperial Censorate, overseeing all officials, was akin to a sword hanging over the heads of court ministers. By coming to Tang Shen with his crime, Cui Xiao had essentially delivered himself into the jaws of a lion. Desperate, he raised his voice, “Tang daren, I was once acquainted with Liang daren and even helped him with official matters. You can’t do this!”

Tang Shen cast him a cold glance, silencing Cui Xiao with a chill. He called for Yao San, instructing him to have Cui Xiao taken to the Court of Judicial Review. Though Cui Xiao, as a cavalry officer, attempted to resist, he was too worn down by recent events to offer much of a fight. Strong and well-trained, Yao San subdued him with ease.

Eyes reddened, Cui Xiao cried out, “Tang daren, you’re burning bridges after crossing them!”

Tang Shen turned to Yao San and ordered, “Take him to the Court of Judicial Review.” After a brief pause, he added, “I will accompany you.”

That night, Tang Shen personally escorted Cui Xiao to the Court of Judicial Review.

The officials on duty at the Court  of  Judicial  Review promptly came to greet Tang Shen upon hearing of the situation. After locking Cui Xiao up, Tang Shen sternly instructed them, “This man is a criminal under the jurisdiction of the Censorate. From this moment on, ensure he is strictly guarded. Unless I personally come to question him, no one is to see him. This is a grave matter. Can you handle it?”

The Court of Judicial Review official quickly responded, “This lower official will follow your orders.”

Tang Shen gave Cui Xiao, who now wore an expression of utter terror, one last glance before turning and leaving.

Back home, Tang Shen turned to Yao San and said, “Take my official token and head south to Jinling Prefecture at dawn. I need you to investigate something for me.”

Still processing the night’s events, Yao San was momentarily stunned. Curiosity piqued, he asked, “What would you have me look into, little boss?”

Tang Shen explained, “The prisoner in the Court of Judicial Review is Cui Xiao, a cavalry officer from Jinling Prefecture. I want you to investigate what crime he has committed. Find out the truth and report back to me promptly.”

“Yes.” Yao San turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Yao San stopped and looked back at Tang Shen.

Tang Shen considered for a moment before adding, “I have no acquaintances among the officials in Jinling Prefecture, so simply presenting my token may not be enough. If you encounter difficulties, go to the Wang clan in Langya and seek their assistance. But remember, only resort to that as a last measure.”

Yao San nodded solemnly. “Understood, little boss. Rest assured.”

With Yao San dispatched to Jinling and Cui Xiao locked in the dungeon, Tang Shen finally felt some relief.

Cui Xiao’s sudden arrival was too coincidental. Liang Song had passed away five years ago, and no one had mentioned him to Tang Shen since. Cui Xiao’s abrupt appearance forced Tang Shen to remain on guard. He wasn’t sure if Cui Xiao was truly a cavalry officer from Jinling Prefecture or how much he knew about Tang Shen’s past with Liang Song.

Liang Song had once been Tang Shen’s mentor, a fact that was no secret—Zhao Fu was well aware of it, though he had never mentioned it. However, Tang Shen had since distanced himself from Liang Song by becoming a disciple of Fu Wei, thus severing ties with his former teacher. Thirty-one years ago, Liang Song had been associated with the Songqing Party, a group Zhao Fu despised. But despite this, Zhao Fu had not persecuted every member of the faction. Liang Song and the former Grand Secretary Yang had remained in office until their suicides five years ago.

Zhao Fu’s desire for a good reputation prevented him from launching a full-scale purge. He had only targeted the faction’s leader, Zhong Taisheng, while dealing carefully with others, such as “exiling” Liang Song to Gusu, far from the center of power, to live out his later years in peace.

Tang Shen’s decision to dissociate from Liang Song and his youth at the time he became his pupil spared him from any repercussions. Yet the sudden emergence of Cui Xiao left Tang Shen cold with fear.

Before long, Yao San set off for Jinling Prefecture.

Meanwhile, Tang Shen visited Wang Zhen’s residence, bringing a box of mooncakes as a gift. With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, he used the pretext of delivering the gift to spend the entire day at the Minister Residence. He accompanied Wang Zhen in various leisure activities—feeding birds, appreciating flowers, grinding ink while Wang Zhen wrote, and listening as Wang Zhen played the zither.

After finishing a piece, Wang Zhen stilled the vibrating strings with his hands and turned to Tang Shen. In a soft voice, he asked, “Why does little Junior Brother have such refined taste today, listening to me play the zither?”

Tang Shen replied, “I’ve always enjoyed listening to your music, Senior Brother. You mustn’t misunderstand me. That piece you just played was elegant and enduring; it enchanted me completely.”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Is that so? Then you must truly be a kindred spirit. If so, do you know the name of the piece I just played?”

Tang Shen was momentarily startled but quickly recalled that Wang Zhen had lingered over an ancient melody in a zither score four hours earlier. He answered with confidence, “The lyrics go: ‘Soft are the rush leaves, bright are the apricot blossoms; a painted boat drifts gently. Twin mandarin ducks bathe at the green bank, and the sound of rowing songs fills the air. The spring water is calm, the spring weather half rain and half sunshine. Fair maidens accompany each other at the southern shore, glancing tenderly…’ Senior Brother played ‘The Crane Ascends to the Sky.’ Did I get it right?”

Having an excellent memory, Tang Shen recited the lyrics with such certainty that it seemed as if he genuinely understood the music.

Wang Zhen gave him a meaningful look. “Correct. You truly understand this piece?”

Tang Shen replied confidently, “I even recited the lyrics. How could I not know?”

Wang Zhen smiled faintly. “Very well, then. I suppose you do.”

During dinner, Tang Shen brought up Gusu Prefecture, saying, “I haven’t returned to Gusu in two years. I find myself missing home. Senior Brother, do you miss the Wang clan in Langya or Jinling Prefecture? You’ve been away for quite some time; surely you’d find things have changed upon your return.”

Wang Zhen paused momentarily before responding, studying Tang Shen’s face as if searching for a clue. But as he wasn’t a mind reader, he could only laugh and say, “I visited Jinling Prefecture during the last New Year. Perhaps next year, we can return to Jiangnan together for the celebrations?”

Tang Shen smiled warmly. “That would be wonderful. I visited the Wang clan in Langya once years ago. Its vast estate and rich heritage left an indelible impression on me.”

After dinner, Tang Shen took his leave, and the two agreed to reunite at the Minister Residence for moon-viewing during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Upon leaving the manor, Tang Shen’s expression turned serious, and he concluded, “Wang Zifeng knows nothing about Cui Xiao’s matter!”

Since Jinling Prefecture was the Wang clan’s ancestral home and essentially Wang Zhen’s territory, if Cui Xiao truly had ulterior motives, the Wang clan would have been aware and informed Wang Zhen. However, Wang Zhen’s ignorance suggested that Cui Xiao had genuinely come to seek help for personal troubles, rather than harboring any ill intent.

Though Tang Shen felt more certain, he still kept Cui Xiao imprisoned and waited for Yao San’s return.

On August 12th, before Yao San could return from Jinling, the Empress Dowager’s memorial feast took precedence.

Ten days prior to the Empress Dowager’s memorial, Zhao Fu tasked his three sons with preparing the banquet. It was their first major assignment, and the fact that it was given to all three simultaneously was significant. Each prince spared no effort to ensure success. Though the task wasn’t difficult, they divided responsibilities meticulously and handled everything flawlessly.

However, an interesting incident occurred during this period, which Wang Zhen later recounted to Tang Shen while casually feeding his pet bird.

It was said that the day after the three princes accepted their assignment, the Second Prince Zhao Shang went to Qinzheng Hall to meet with Meng Lang, the Minister of Rites.

Meng Lang was startled to see such an esteemed guest.

Zhao Shang explained his purpose directly: “Last year, it was you, Minister Meng, who managed the arrangements for Grandmother Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet. Now that I have taken on this task, I feel inadequate and inexperienced. I fear offending some taboos or overlooking important traditions. I lack deep knowledge of the rites and only understand a fraction of their meaning, so I have come to seek your guidance.”

Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief. “So that’s the matter. As the Minister of Rites, it is my duty to assist Your Highness.”

In truth, Zhao Shang had already handled everything properly and didn’t need Meng Lang’s assistance. Nevertheless, by making this visit, he demonstrated humility and tact, which helped strengthen his relationship with the minister. He had worked with Meng Lang before during the negotiations with the Liao envoy last year, but now, by being the only prince to proactively seek Meng Lang’s counsel, he drew closer to him.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhen scattered bird feed for his pet oriole, his voice calm and clear: “Little Junior Brother, what do you think of the Second Prince now?”

Tang Shen was stunned. “It seems I underestimated him.”

Wang Zhen reached out and lightly tapped Tang Shen’s forehead, prompting him to touch the spot in confusion.

Wang Zhen said, “All people have private ambitions. Acting out of self-interest always involves some ulterior motive. Meng Lang is no exception, and neither is Zhao Shang.”

Tang Shen asked curiously, “Does Senior Brother also have private ambitions?”

Wang Zhen paused, then smiled serenely. “Naturally.”

Tang Shen grew more curious. “What is your ambition, Senior Brother?”

Wang Zhen replied with a faint smile, “There is an old saying: ‘At thirty, a man stands firm.’ Next year, I will turn thirty.”

Tang Shen was baffled. “…?” What?

Wang Zhen merely smiled and said no more.

The phrase “At thirty, a man stands firm” traditionally implies that a man should first establish a family and then build a career. Wang Zhen felt a deep sense of regret about this. Though he had dedicated twenty years to his studies, honoring heaven and his sovereign, he realized he had neglected the teachings of his ancestors by pursuing a career before starting a family. Wang Zhen, being a man who adhered strictly to propriety, knew he had to correct this deviation, and it wasn’t too late to do so.

On August 12, the day of the Empress Dowager’s memorial, Zhao Fu donned a ceremonial robe and led the court officials to Dingguo Temple to offer prayers and sacrifices for the Empress Dowager.

As Court Gentleman Consultant, Tang Shen stood near the front of the officials, while those ranked fourth and below knelt in rows behind him, forming a dense mass of black-robed figures. During the ceremony, even Zhao Fu had to kneel. Clad in a heavy, elaborate ceremonial garment, Zhao Fu took measured steps toward the altar. Upon gazing at the Empress Dowager’s memorial tablet, he was overcome with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes as he knelt and prayed for her blessing.

When the Son of Heaven knelt, all officials bowed their heads in obeisance.

Hundreds of people filled the grand temple, yet it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

At that moment, a soft chanting voice rose, resonating like a divine hymn from the Western Pure Land. The sound silenced the birds and insects alike. The man’s voice, reciting sutras with each turn of his sandalwood prayer beads, was solemn and serene, offering prayers for the Empress Dowager. When he finished reciting the entire Sutra of the Fundamental Vows of Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, Zhao Fu rose from his prayer mat, and the officials finally lifted their heads.

Tang Shen fixed his gaze on the figure and finally saw him clearly.

On the altar, the Chief Astronomer knelt to the emperor’s left, while a monk stood on his right. The monk had a round face, benevolent brows, and kind eyes, exuding a serene and ethereal aura that immediately calmed anyone who looked at him.

Tang Shen stared in a daze, and a name suddenly flashed in his mind.

This was the renowned monk, Master Shanting.

After the prayers at Dingguo Temple concluded, the officials followed the emperor back to the palace to attend the memorial banquet.

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As the crowd left the temple, a figure dressed in a Taoist robe stealthily approached the carriage of a second-rank official. Li Xiaoren had been waiting for a long time, and when he finally saw Wang Zhen, his eyes lit up. He hurried over and called out, “Wang daren!”

Wang Zhen turned, saw that it was Li Xiaoren, and responded with a gentle smile, his refined features exuding warmth. “Ah, it’s Li daren.”

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Tang Shen frowned. “Do you know something, Senior Brother?”

Given the current trust between them, Wang Zhen wouldn’t hide anything from Tang Shen, and Tang Shen would ask directly whenever he faced a problem. Unlike before, when he used to tread carefully and test the waters, now he simply spoke his mind. After some thought, he said, “His Majesty has three sons—the Second Prince, the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Prince. Last year, when the envoy from Liao visited the capital, the Second Prince Zhao Shang was tasked with hosting him. I had the fortune of meeting him several times.”

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Wang Zhen raised a brow. “Oh? So, you know the Second Prince?”

“Not exactly. We’ve only met a few times,” Tang Shen replied. After a brief pause, he added, “During the reception, the Second Prince personally handled everything. Despite the arrogance and hostility of the Liao envoy, he remained calm and, together with Minister Meng, managed to resolve the crises.”

The princes of the Song Dynasty traditionally did not participate in court affairs, so officials rarely had the opportunity to interact with them directly. In his four years as an official, Tang Shen had only met one prince—Zhao Shang. He didn’t have a particularly good impression of him, but he acknowledged that the prince was pragmatic, neither arrogant nor impatient. Still, he lacked brilliance—neither excelling nor failing.

In truth, all three of Zhao Fu’s sons were fairly mediocre. If they possessed any outstanding abilities, even if Zhao Fu deliberately overlooked them, they wouldn’t remain so unknown in court.

Tang Shen asked again, “Senior Brother, do you know something?”

Wang Zhen smiled faintly. “I know nothing for certain. The matter of naming an heir has always been taboo among emperors. Do you think His Majesty would discuss such a thing with me?”

Tang Shen agreed. No matter how much favor Wang Zifeng enjoyed, it wouldn’t go that far. “Then what’s Senior Brother’s take on this matter?”

Wang Zhen replied with his usual composure, “What’s your opinion, little Junior Brother?”

Wang Zhen always had a way of turning the question back on Tang Shen, seeking his perspective instead. Tang Shen rubbed the bird feed between his fingers, mimicking Wang Zhen’s earlier gesture as he poured all of it into the feeder. Dusting off his hands, he said nonchalantly, “If you have something to say, just say it plainly, Senior Brother. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve always been loyalists to His Majesty. This empire still belongs to His Majesty, and whoever the crown prince may be is none of our concern.”

Wang Zhen arched a brow in amusement. “I didn’t expect you to have such a broad outlook. Is that truly your heartfelt view?”

“Of course,” Tang Shen affirmed.

Wang Zhen suddenly chuckled, a deep meaning hidden behind his smile. “So, you’re a loyalist at heart, little Junior Brother…”

Tang Shen felt a sudden unease. He wasn’t sure what Wang Zhen meant by that—did he doubt his loyalty? While Tang Shen had entered the capital to uncover the truth behind the palace coup thirty-one years ago and restore the reputation of the scholars who perished, he genuinely considered himself a loyalist and had earned Zhao Fu’s trust.

Looking into Wang Zhen’s clear eyes, Tang Shen tried to speak. “Senior Brother…”

Wang Zhen interrupted with a smile. “I recently acquired a painting by Mi Fu. Would you like to see it?”

“Huh?”

Without waiting for a reply, Wang Zhen took Tang Shen’s hand and led him into the study. Tang Shen followed, momentarily caught off guard. By the time he collected himself, he instinctively glanced at their clasped hands. Wang Zhen’s hand was slightly cool, a refreshing contrast to the sweltering summer heat. When they entered the room, Wang Zhen naturally let go, leaving Tang Shen a little embarrassed. He looked up at Wang Zhen.

“You don’t like Mi Fu’s paintings?” Wang Zhen asked.

Tang Shen, still feeling the lingering coolness in his fingers, quickly said, “No, where’s the painting? Let me see.”

Wang Zhen chuckled softly, and they began admiring the artwork together.

After dinner, Wang Zhen walked Tang Shen to the gate. In the dark of night, Wang Zifeng held a bright lantern, escorting Tang Shen out. As they parted, Tang Shen asked, “Was Senior Brother’s words today prompted by something you noticed?”

The lantern’s light illuminated Wang Zhen’s chin, and Tang Shen noticed the fragrance pouch tied to his waist—a gift from four years ago. In the quiet night, with only the sound of the wind, Wang Zhen’s calm voice drifted over. “Little Junior Brother, I’m no god.”

“Ah?”

“Everything is just speculation. As long as you remain true to yourself, nothing will be too difficult.”

Tang Shen left the residence in confusion.

Once home, he pondered Wang Zhen’s words carefully. He concluded: Perhaps Wang Zifeng really doesn’t have concrete information. He might only suspect that Zhao Fu is preparing to take action regarding the succession. 

Reflecting on Wang Zhen’s advice to remain true to himself, Tang Shen sighed wryly to himself, “Remain true to myself? My loyalty is to Zhao Fu alone. I even said this myself to Wang Zifeng this afternoon!”

After thinking for a long time in his study, Tang Shen believed he understood Wang Zhen’s intentions and also formed his own opinion based on his interactions with Zhao Fu in recent days.

Pushing the matter aside, he raised his right hand and stared at it. His fingers twitched slightly, and something felt amiss. He clenched his hand into a fist. A moment later, he summoned Yao San and asked about the recent business at Xixia Tower.

Yao San was bewildered at being called in the middle of the night to discuss business, but he dutifully answered. As he was about to leave, Tang Shen said, “Brother Yao, I recently learned how to read palms. Stretch out your hand, and I’ll take a look.”

Surprised, Yao San asked, “Since when did you learn this, little boss?” Without much thought, he extended his right hand.

Tang Shen took his hand, examined it carefully, and made up some nonsense about “forthcoming marriage, long life, and wealth.” Then, without warning, he gently tugged Yao San’s hand before letting go. Yao San noticed nothing strange about it and left after bowing.

Once Yao San was gone, Tang Shen looked at his palm and frowned. “Why does it feel… a little disgusting?”

Yao San would never know that he had been innocently dragged into a bizarre test, only to be met with an inexplicable “disgusting” evaluation from Tang Shen. This was truly such wrongful treatment.

When Wang Zhen had grabbed Tang Shen’s hand earlier, it was an unintentional gesture. Yet Tang Shen couldn’t forget it. An odd thought crept into his mind, but he quickly shook his head to dispel such nonsense.

By August, the late Empress Dowager’s death anniversary approached.

Though she had recently passed away, Zhao Fu’s grief lingered. This time, he wanted to commemorate her with a grand ceremony instead of a simple observance. Normally, such an event would be handled by the Minister of Rites, Meng Lang. However, in early August, Zhao Fu summoned his three sons to the palace.

It was rare for all three princes to be summoned together, and even more unusual that they were called to Chuigong Hall.

Perplexed, they entered the hall, where Zhao Fu addressed them. “In half a month, it will be your grandmother’s death anniversary. She cherished you greatly during her life. You may recall that during last year’s family feast, she personally prepared a bowl of soup…” Zhao Fu’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke. Closing his eyes to gather himself, he continued after a pause, “This year, I entrust this important task to you. Can you manage it well?”

The three princes were taken aback but dared not refuse. “We will not disappoint you, Imperial Father.”

Zhao Fu waved his hand dismissively. “You may go.”

Now, it seemed as though the three princes each had their own plans as they left the Chuigong Hall together. After they had gone, Zhao Fu stared at the teacup on the table for a long time before softly saying, “Since I was a child, during family banquets, the Empress Dowager would always wash her hands and personally prepare soup. When I was young, her rank as a consort was low, so she had to prepare many soups. Later on, she only needed to cook for a few people. I liked to eat her cooking, and so did Zhao Qiong. The late emperor appreciated the Empress Dowager’s virtuousness, and in this matter, she always handled things thoroughly and kindly.”

As these words fell, no one dared to respond. Even the two chamberlains responsible for noting imperial activities lowered their heads, not daring to breathe loudly.

Zhao Fu’s gaze became distant as he continued, “The late empress was of noble birth, dignified and magnanimous—qualities beyond the reach of ordinary people. If the Empress Dowager hadn’t had a reputation for virtue, I’m afraid the late emperor wouldn’t have paid her much attention.” After a long silence, Zhao Fu murmured, “So it turns out that both Zhao Qiong and I resemble the Empress Dowager, while Zhao Xuan resembles the Empress. He truly takes after her…”

In the next moment, Zhao Fu suddenly swept the teacup off the table, and it shattered with a violent crash.

Ji Fu, startled, flinched and hurried forward. “Your Majesty, are your hands hurt? This servant will call the imperial physician right away. Someone, come! Who poured this tea? How could it be so hot that His Majesty couldn’t hold it steadily?” He then glanced at a young eunuch, Xie Bao, whom he had taken as his godson.

Xie Bao caught Ji Fu’s gaze, and though his heart raced, he quickly understood his godfather’s intent. He immediately knelt and cried out, “It was this servant who poured the tea. This servant is at fault. Please, Your Majesty, punish me!”

Zhao Fu hadn’t actually been burned. He lifted his head and glanced indifferently at the kneeling Xie Bao before casually saying, “Give him five strokes.”

Xie Bao grimaced inwardly but was dragged out by the guards and given a harsh five strokes.

That night, Ji Fu visited the imperial hospital to get some high-quality wound ointment for his godson. Xie Bao lay on the bed, unable to move. When he tried to get up and bow, Ji Fu held him down, smiling, “Do you resent your godfather? This was all for your own good. Ordinary people aren’t allowed to witness His Majesty’s loss of composure. Today, by covering for His Majesty and taking five strokes, you’ve secured yourself future benefits.”

Though Xie Bao’s backside burned painfully, and he was full of grievances, he forced a smile. “I understand, godfather did it for my own good.”

Ji Fu placed the medicine by the bedside and reminded him, “Don’t try to guess His Majesty’s thoughts. His Majesty is a rare enlightened ruler. Your little schemes may evade my eyes, but they can’t escape His Majesty’s. By the way, did you hear anything today in Chuigong Hall?”

Xie Bao’s eyes darted around before he replied, “No, your gofson didn’t hear a thing.”

Ji Fu chuckled.

The news of the emperor’s grand preparations for the Empress Dowager’s memorial soon spread throughout the court. Within a day, word also got out that Zhao Fu had assigned the task to the three princes, causing widespread shock.

Some keen officials speculated, “Could this be an indication that His Majesty intends for the three princes to begin participating in state affairs?”

By now, Tang Shen had left Qinzheng Hall. When he heard the news, he couldn’t help but recall the conversations he had once had with Wang Zhen.

Tang Shen chuckled, “You said you’re not a god? If this isn’t godly divination, what is?”

As the Empress Dowager’s memorial drew near, the three princes became busy with preparations.

In mid-August, Tang Shen returned to the Tanhua Residence, where Yao San reported that a guest had been waiting for him all afternoon.

“A guest?” Tang Shen was surprised and asked Yao San to bring the person in.

The visitor was a middle-aged man dressed in a short tunic. Upon seeing Tang Shen, he appeared momentarily stunned, seemingly not expecting that the now well-known Tang Jingze would be so handsome. He had known Tang Shen was young, but being young was one thing—being so good-looking was another. After a brief hesitation, the man cupped his hands in salute and said, “This humble servant, Cui Xiao, a cavalry officer from Jinling Prefecture, greets Tang daren.”

Tang Shen replied, “A cavalry officer from Jinling Prefecture? So it’s Cui daren. What brings you all the way from Jinling to Shengjing? Is there something urgent?”

Though Tang Shen had been to Jinling Prefecture many times, he had never met this officer.

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Cui Xiao hesitated, appearing conflicted. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, “Six years ago, I had the honor of meeting Governor Liang of Gusu several times and helped him with some matters. Back then, I heard that Tang daren was one of Governor Liang’s students.”

Tang Shen widened his eyes in shock.

With a bitter smile, Cui Xiao continued, “To be honest, I’m in some trouble—something personal that I can no longer conceal. I have no choice but to seek your help. I beg you, Tang daren, in honor of an old acquaintance, to save my life. I will serve you faithfully in the future, even if it means becoming your horse or ox.”

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“The vast desert scenery… I haven’t seen it in years. Jing Ze, tell me more about it.”

Tang Shen respectfully recounted his journey to Youzhou, vividly describing the majestic landscapes he had encountered along the way.

Zhao Fu listened with great interest, then turned to Ji Fu. “Have you ever seen such sights?”

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Ji Fu pulled a pained expression and replied, “This servant entered the palace at a young age and has been serving Your Majesty ever since. It’s been over fifty years, yet I’ve never left Shengjing.”

Zhao Fu looked surprised. “You’ve never been outside Shengjing City?”

Ji Fu nodded with a forced smile.

“Then next time I go to the summer palace, I’ll bring you along.”

Ji Fu was so moved that he knelt down, thanking Zhao Fu profusely for the favor.

Turning back to Tang Shen, Zhao Fu asked, “How was the food in Youzhou? Did you manage to get used to it?”

Tang Shen replied, “Although it may not be as refined as Shengjing’s cuisine, it has its own unique flavors.”

Zhao Fu smiled. “Did you find anything particularly delicious?”

Tang Shen hesitated, then thoughtfully said, “Indeed, there were several delicacies rarely seen in Shengjing. Many dishes are region-specific, such as cucumbers grown only in the northwest and the distinctive lamb dishes of the region. I was fortunate enough to see a plump lamb once. Its meat was tender, and when roasted slowly over a fire, it was incredibly delicious.”

Zhao Fu gave Tang Shen a long, measured look before laughing heartily. He turned to Ji Fu and said, “Look at our dear Tang daren. If you told someone he was an official, who would believe it? He sounds more like a seasoned gourmet! Jing Ze, you’ve only just come of age, yet after a trip to Youzhou, all you can talk about is food. Did you manage to complete your mission properly?”

Tang Shen immediately bowed. “I dare not disappoint Your Majesty’s expectations.” He then proceeded to report on the Silver Pull Division matters he had overseen.

When he finished, Zhao Fu said, “Jing Ze, you truly are one of my most trusted ministers.”

This was high praise. Tang Shen quickly adopted a humble yet delighted demeanor, offering the proper pleasantries. Ji Fu also cast him a few thoughtful glances. As someone close to Zhao Fu, Ji Fu had some insight into Tang Shen’s recent mission. It wasn’t merely about supervising the Silver Pull Division, though the exact purpose eluded him.

In the past, Zhao Fu had favored Tang Shen, but primarily as a useful tool, not as a true confidant. Compared to trusted figures like Wang Zifeng and Su Feiran, Tang Shen was far less significant. But from now on, that might change.

Ji Fu thought to himself: I should build better ties with Tang daren. After all, they’re all serving the emperor. The imperial court is unpredictable, and no one can stand alone. Wang Zifeng is clever, and since Tang Shen is his junior, he’s probably just as shrewd. He’ll be easy to get along with.

After asking a few more questions, Zhao Fu dismissed Tang Shen, allowing him to return to Qinzheng Hall.

Once Tang Shen left, Zhao Fu suddenly mused aloud, “How old was he when I first met him?”

It was an odd remark, and none of the attending eunuchs or officials knew how to respond, except for Ji Fu, who understood that when Zhao Fu made such statements without specifying a listener, he expected Ji Fu to answer.

Bowing slightly, Ji Fu replied with a quiet laugh, “It was five years ago, Your Majesty. Tang daren seemed to be about fifteen at the time.”

Zhao Fu thought for a moment. “Was it during that lecture at the imperial college?”

“Indeed, it was when Your Majesty gave a lecture at Biyong Hall.”

Zhao Fu said thoughtfully, “Look at him now. He seems to have changed a lot.” Without waiting for Ji Fu’s response this time, Zhao Fu continued as if talking to himself, “He’s grown taller, and he no longer has that sharp, youthful edge.” Suddenly, Zhao Fu burst into laughter, confusing Ji Fu, who dared not comment. After laughing for a while, such that wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes Zhao Fu said, “Look at him now—he’s becoming more and more like Wang Zifeng!”

Ji Fu was startled and inwardly he thought: How are they alike?

Still, he smiled and echoed, “Indeed, as soon as Your Majesty pointed it out, this servant noticed the resemblance.”

When Tang Shen returned to Qinzheng Hall, he first went to see Xu Bi, his direct superior. Xu Bi immediately invited him to sit and even offered him a bowl of sour plum soup.

Xu Bi remarked, “Shengjing is not like Youzhou. By June, the heat is oppressive. Are you adjusting well?”

Tang Shen cautiously replied, “I’ve been back for several days and have already adapted.”

Xu Bi continued, “Did you meet Xian Zhi on your way back? How is he doing?”

Xian Zhi was the courtesy name of Yu Chaosheng.

Tang Shen responded, “I met Yu daren once. He appeared to be in good spirits and has grown accustomed to Youzhou’s climate.”

Xu Bi nodded in acknowledgment. As Tang Shen was preparing to leave, Xu Bi added, “Since you’ve just returned from Youzhou, why not review the memorials from that region for now? You should find them easier to handle.”

Tang Shen bowed respectfully. “Understood.”

Xu Bi smiled faintly. “There probably won’t be many more memorials for you to read in the future.”

Tang Shen looked up sharply, only to see Xu Bi sipping his sour plum soup with a gentle expression, making it difficult to discern his true thoughts. Left without any other choice, Tang Shen took his leave.

As Xu Bi had hinted, three days later, an imperial edict was issued, appointing Tang Shen as Right Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Bureau, with the honorary title of Court Gentleman Consultant, a fourth-rank position.

This announcement surprised many but was not entirely unexpected. Tang Shen, only twenty years old, had risen from top scholar at sixteen to a fourth-rank official in just four years—a rare feat. During Emperor Kaiping’s reign, only Wang Zifeng had risen faster. Even Su Wenyun had taken until age twenty to reach fourth-rank as a Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and another four years to attain third-rank.

Tang Shen’s successful handling of Silver Pull Division affairs had earned him this promotion. While the honorary title of Court Gentleman Consultant was nominal, it implied he might soon be promoted again.

Due to Tang Shen’s youth, Zhao Fu had refrained from granting him a third-rank position outright. Alongside Tang Shen’s appointment, another edict was issued to Youzhou, appointing Yu Chaosheng, the Right Vice Minister of Personnel, to also take on Left Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Division.

This arrangement was intriguing. Both were now Deputy Imperial Censors, yet Yu Chaosheng was a third-rank official, while Tang Shen remained fourth-rank. Zhao Fu’s move subtly indicated that although Tang Shen was nominally lower in rank, he held imperial favor comparable to that of a third-rank official and was essentially a third-rank official in all but name.

Unlike Yu Chaosheng, who retained his position in the Ministry of Personnel while concurrently overseeing the Silver Pull Division, Tang Shen’s new role meant he would no longer serve as an Attendant Secretary, thus relinquishing his duties in Qinzheng Hall, as Xu Bi had suggested. Though he no longer had a seat in Qinzheng Hall, he now wielded real authority.

Whether this was a promotion or a demotion depended entirely on Zhao Fu’s intentions.

Tang Shen received the edict with mixed emotions, reflecting on how Zhao Fu, despite showing signs of weariness, remained the same Emperor Kaiping who had governed the Song Dynasty with an iron grip for thirty-one years.

As the Right Deputy Imperial Censor, Tang Shen was expected to be stationed in Youzhou. However, with the additional honorary title, he soon joined the Censorate in the capital, working alongside other Deputy Imperial Censors And Imperial Censor-in-Chief.

Tang Shen and Yu Chaosheng’s promotions did not attract much attention. Instead, many noticed that Wang Zhen’s authority had been subtly diminished by their appointments.

In the court, the Wang faction had grown too powerful, naturally attracting rivals. Some celebrated this development in secret, feeling vindicated. Others, puzzled by the move, sent letters home seeking their mentors’ opinions.

When Xu Bi received Yu Chaosheng’s letter, he smiled and shook his head. Dipping his brush in ink, he wrote a brief reply and sent it back to Youzhou.

Upon reading the letter, Yu Chaosheng felt as if a veil had been lifted. Sitting alone late at night, he pondered the letter’s contents for a long time before burning it. Watching the curling, blackened paper, Yu Chaosheng recalled how, twelve years earlier, he had placed second in the imperial examinations at the age of twenty-five. That should have been his moment of glory, yet a young Wang Zifeng, seven years his junior, had stolen the spotlight, leaving him forgotten in the shadows. He, as the second place scholar, was even less remembered than the previous year’s jinshi!

Yu Chaosheng harbored no resentment. Over the years, he had carefully observed what made Wang Zifeng so favored by Zhao Fu. 

Now, it seemed he had finally glimpsed a part of the truth.

The Langya Wang clan and Right Prime Minister Wang Quan—these were all external forces. Most people observing the world could only foresee a month or two, at most half a year. But Wang Zifeng had planted the seed of Tang Jingze as a chess piece four years ago.

Yu Chaosheng sighed deeply, “What a brilliant move, advancing by retreating! Others thought your power was divided, yet two years ago, when Zhao Jing tried to divide your authority, he ended up being demoted to Qinzhou, while your influence grew stronger. Now, Tang Jingze, who shares the same mentor as you and has deep brotherly ties with you—this time, are you planning to strike at me or at my mentor?”

Though far from the imperial capital, Yu Chaosheng could only glean fragments of the situation in Shengjing. Yet even with such limited information, he could see part of the picture.

Recently, Wang Zhen had acquired a pet yellow oriole, which he grew fond of, keeping it outside his study and playing with it daily. When Tang Shen came to see him, Wang Zhen was feeding the bird, holding a handful of seeds in his palm and carefully offering them to the little creature. Tang Shen watched for a while before Wang Zhen asked, “Would you like to give it a try, little Junior Brother?”

Tang Shen replied, “Sure.”

Wang Zhen divided the seeds and poured half into Tang Shen’s hand.

“Why did you suddenly take an interest in playing with birds, Senior Brother?”

“The one I truly wish to play with is far out of reach, so I can only amuse myself with this bird to quench my thirst in disguise.”

Tang Shen froze for a moment, puzzled by the odd remark.

“Are you talking about… me?”

Wang Zhen appeared genuinely surprised. “Why would you think that?” He poured the remaining seeds into the bird’s feeder, patted the residue off his hands, and said sincerely, “What made little Junior Brother misunderstand?”

Tang Shen studied Wang Zhen’s earnest expression, feeling uncertain but eventually convincing himself he was overthinking. 

After all, he was a living person, and this was just a bird—how could they be the same? Besides, if Wang Zifeng wanted to tease him, it wouldn’t be that easy—Tang Shen might just turn the tables and make fun of him instead!

Wang Zhen, noticing the changing expressions on Tang Shen’s face, smiled leisurely and said with satisfaction, “Today’s amusement has left me thoroughly pleased.”

Tang Shen was left utterly bewildered.

Wang Zhen continued, “You came at the right time. This morning, from Jinling Prefecture a batch of fine silverfish was sent over, and I had the kitchen prepare them. Consider this meal my way of hosting little Junior Brother and thanking little Junior Brother for your support.”

Tang Shen asked in surprise, “Support? What do you mean, Senior Brother?”

“Why did you come here?”

Tang Shen felt a bit embarrassed. “I’ve been promoted, but it meant taking some of your authority.”

“How coincidental. That’s precisely what I wanted to talk about. Last month, I went to the Immortal Ascension Platform, and His Majesty said a few things that cleared up years of confusion for me.”

“What confusion?”

“Throughout history, no emperor has avoided the taxing and delicate issue of naming an heir. Yet His Majesty has never shown any concern for this matter.”

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Tang Shen was stunned. He hadn’t expected Wang Zhen to bring up this subject. After a moment’s thought, he asked, “There aren’t many princes—only three. Do you think His Majesty already has someone in mind?”

Wang Zhen pressed his finger to his lips and smiled slightly. “Shh, heavenly secrets must not be revealed.”

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Yu Chaosheng came to Youzhou to take over Tang Shen’s duties, while Wang Zhen came to oversee the handover between them. Now that the transition was complete, Wang Zhen and Tang Shen set off for Shengjing together. Since Tang Shen had been injured, they stayed a few extra days in Youzhou to allow him to recover. Once he felt better, they began their journey.

Due to Tang Shen’s recent injury, they traveled slowly to ensure his comfort. Taking their time, they paused along the way to enjoy the scenery, turning what would have been a five- or six-day trip into a ten-day journey. Upon arriving in Shengjing, Wang Zhen first escorted Tang Shen back to Tanhua Residence. After stepping off the carriage, Tang Shen looked at Wang Zhen helplessly and said, “Senior Brother, isn’t this considered using public resources for personal purposes?”

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Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow in surprise. “What is little Junior Brother talking about?”

Tang Shen explained, “A journey that should have taken five or six days ended up taking twice as long. This must be what they call a government-funded trip.”

Wang Zhen paused, clearly amused. “Government-funded trip? That’s a new term.” With a slight smile, he continued, “In the northwest, it’s nothing but endless yellow sands without a glimpse of the clear sky. As we neared Shengjing, we traveled mostly on rural paths, rarely passing through towns. I didn’t realize little Junior Brother enjoys such desolate travel. Quite a peculiar taste.”

“Ah?”

“Next time, I’ll be sure to indulge you.”

Tang Shen: “…?”

What did you just say?!

With that, the two parted ways.

Back in Shengjing, Tang Shen didn’t immediately return to Qinzheng Hall to resume his duties. His assignment in Youzhou to oversee the Silver Pull Division had taken him away for four months. Now it was June, and Shengjing was unbearably hot. He needed to report to the Ministry of Personnel first, after which he would have to go through several layers of approval before he could return to his original post.

While in Youzhou, Wang Zhen had once told him that Shengjing had changed and that Tang Shen should “change his attire” and not behave as he did in the past. However, after spending a few days in the city, Tang Shen noticed no significant difference. Shengjing was still as bustling and prosperous as ever. The Qianmen Street starting from the Grand Canal was crowded with people. Tang Shen even took some time to secretly visit the Baibao Pavilion, treating it as an incognito inspection. The shop’s business had stabilized, attracting thousands of Shengjing residents daily. Tang Huang had also launched a new custom-order service.

Since last year, Baibao Pavilion had begun selling glass mirrors. These mirrors provided a clear reflection and were more affordable than silver mirrors, quickly becoming a favorite among the aristocracy in Shengjing. However, the glass mirrors were not Baibao Pavilion’s most prestigious product. When Tang Shen first established Baibao Pavilion, he had received an imperial decree from Zhao Fu to replace all the palace windows with glass ones.

Naturally, the emperor did not take advantage of Tang Shen—every copper coin for the project was paid in full. Yet the task had been grueling, taking Baibao Pavilion half a year to complete. Since then, the sparkling glass windows of the imperial palace had become a living advertisement.

Which noble and official could step into the palace and not notice the pristine glass windows?

The windows were so exquisitely crafted that high-ranking officials immediately inquired about them. Before long, officials of the second rank and above, with the exception of the frugal Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji, rushed to Baibao Pavilion to place custom orders. This massive influx of orders kept Tang Huang and Yao San busy for an entire year.

Two days after Tang Shen reported to the Ministry of Personnel, before he could receive a summons to enter the palace, a significant event occurred.

The Censorate’s Supervising Censor, Gao Ming, submitted a memorial listing seventeen accusations against the Chief Astronomer Li Xiaoren, implicating several of Li Xiaoren’s disciples in serious crimes committed in their hometown. During the morning court session, Gao Ming vehemently criticized the misconduct of the accused disciples and called upon the emperor to intervene and bring justice by removing these corrupt individuals.

Li Xiaoren, a fourth-rank official, was present in Zichen Hall at the time. Terrified, his legs nearly gave out. However, as officials in the Song Dynasty were not required to kneel before the emperor, he stood trembling and loudly protested his innocence, claiming he was unaware of his disciples’ actions and would never condone such behavior.

This was not considered a major issue, as Gao Ming’s primary target was Li Xiaoren’s disciples rather than Li Xiaoren himself. Although Gao Ming wished to bring down the sycophantic fake Taoist priest, he had no direct evidence against Li Xiaoren and could only accuse him of failing to discipline his subordinates properly.

Zhao Fu listened quietly as the argument dragged on. Eventually, he coughed lightly, drawing the attention of all present.

“Chief Astronomer, are these allegations true?” asked the emperor calmly on his throne.

Li Xiaoren’s face twitched as he stepped forward. “Your Majesty, I was unaware, but if these allegations are proven true, I will not tolerate such behavior.”

Turning to Gao Ming, Zhao Fu asked, “Minister Gao, you seem confident in your evidence. What do you suggest we do?”

Gao Ming, who had initially hoped Zhao Fu would dismiss Li Xiaoren, noted the emperor’s indifferent tone and realized he was unlikely to act harshly. Reluctantly, he replied, “I defer to Your Majesty’s judgment.”

Zhao Fu waved a hand dismissively. “Let the Court of Judicial Review investigate the matter. Handle it according to the law.”

In the end, Li Xiaoren was merely fined three months’ salary and ordered to reflect on his actions at home. What no one expected was that, the following day, Zhao Fu summoned a monk from Dingguo Temple. This monk, named Shanting, though only in his forties, was reputed to be a highly respected figure and a likely candidate for the next abbot.

Zhao Fu had never believed in Buddhism, only in Taoism. Li Xiaoren had once lit an eternal lamp for him and refined elixirs in his honor. Yet, without warning, Zhao Fu began to embrace Buddhism as well.

Most people devoted themselves to either Buddhism or Taoism, rarely both. But Zhao Fu was different—he believed in both with equal fervor.

Shanting, a renowned monk, was summoned to the imperial palace to offer spiritual guidance to the emperor. Surprisingly, he also assisted in refining elixirs. Normally, monks of the Buddhist order would never engage in Taoist alchemy, but this was the emperor’s will. And when the emperor commanded, even a monk had to comply.

Thus, Shanting and Li Xiaoren worked together, concocting elixirs and teaching Zhao Fu the secrets of immortality.

Though Zhao Fu continued to attend court regularly, his personality became increasingly unpredictable.

One day, Wang Zhen was summoned to Immortal Ascension Platform, where he found Zhao Fu seated amidst three large bronze furnaces, clad not in his imperial robes but in a simple Taoist gown. Flames roared beneath the furnaces, while a gentle breeze stirred the room through the glass windows, casting flickering light on the emperor and making him appear like an ascetic Taoist.

Wang Zhen waited silently until Zhao Fu finished his meditation. However, this time, instead of returning to the inner palace, Zhao Fu personally took a fan and approached one of the furnaces to check on the concoction. He beckoned Wang Zhen over and pointed to a furnace. “Zi Feng, do you know what’s being refined here?”

Wang Zhen’s voice was clear and gentle, “Your Majesty, I do not. I await your enlightenment.”

Zhao Fu smiled faintly. “This is a Nine-Turn Elixir prepared by Shanting. Every day I take one, I feel reinvigorated, as if I’ve grown ten years younger. Would you like to try one?”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Your Majesty, I would be honored.”

Zhao Fu gave him a meaningful look before shaking his head. “Alas, there’s only one pill per day. I cannot spare one for you.” After a pause, he added, “I recall the first time I met you—it was twelve years ago. You stood in Zichen Hall with Yu Chaosheng. I named him bangyan (2nd) and you as the zhuangyuan (1st). It’s hard to believe so much time has passed. In my thirty-one years on the throne, I’ve seen ten top scholars, but you are the only one to whom I granted the title ‘Peerless Zhuangyuan.’ Do you know why?”

Wang Zhen’s fingers twitched slightly, but he maintained his composure. “I do not, Your Majesty.”

“Because,” Zhao Fu said with a faint smile, “seeing talented young people like you makes me feel young again.”

The next day, Zhao Fu summoned Tang Shen. Instead of meeting him at Immortal Ascension Platform, he called him to Chuigong Hall.

Tang Shen, dressed in a new official robe, followed the eunuch into the hall, his head bowed as he pondered Wang Zhen’s cryptic words from the previous night. Just then, a benevolent voice sounded. “Jing Ze, you’ve returned from Youzhou, but you seem much more reserved. Raise your head and greet me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Tang Shen raised his head, only to freeze in shock for a brief moment. However, he quickly composed himself, and no one noticed his lapse.

The brightly lit Chuigong Hall revealed Zhao Fu seated on the throne, still wearing his enigmatic smile, but he had aged considerably. His hair now contained numerous strands of gray, and what struck Tang Shen most was the sudden absence of vitality in the emperor’s eyes.

In the past, Zhao Fu had always been full of vitality. He seemed to believe he was still young and never felt the weight of age. That’s why he built three official roads and established the Silver Pull Division. He thought he could still accomplish many things. But all of a sudden, it was as if he had truly aged to match his years.

Tang Shen recalled how Wang Zhen had visited him late at night the previous day, specifically to tell him that Zhao Fu had become both easier and harder to deal with. At the time, Tang Shen didn’t quite understand what Wang Zhen meant. Faced with such life-or-death matters of serving the emperor, Wang Zhen wouldn’t normally speak in riddles. Yet when Tang Shen pressed for clarity, Wang Zhen paused before simply saying, “You’ll understand once you see him.”

It was only after meeting Zhao Fu in person that Tang Shen realized what Wang Zhen meant. The feeling was indescribable.

What had changed Zhao Fu?

Tang Shen pondered deeply and could only surmise that it was the Empress Dowager’s death. Her passing had dealt a heavy blow to the emperor, causing him to become somewhat withdrawn.

Seeing Zhao Fu like this filled Tang Shen with mixed emotions, a feeling difficult to put into words.

Zhao Fu asked, “Jing Ze, you went to Youzhou. Did you come across anything interesting?”

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Tang Shen thought for a moment before replying, “I am from Jiangnan and visited the northwest for the first time. I witnessed the grandeur of the desert landscape. Youzhou is unlike the regions of our Great Song; its scenery is vast, magnificent, and open. Such a wonderful place captivated me, and I was reluctant to leave. But since the task was completed, I had no choice but to return.”

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Tang Shen spoke with heartfelt sincerity, his expression earnest.

Wang Zhen gazed at him quietly, his eyes reflecting deep and complex emotions before he suddenly smiled.

Tang Shen’s heart stirred slightly, and he asked, “Senior Brother, why are you smiling?”

Wang Zhen replied, “So, in your heart, how much space does Su daren occupy?”

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Tang Shen didn’t even need to think. “How much space? None at all!” There was no way Su Wenyun could hold any place in his heart—they weren’t even friends.

Wang Zhen sighed and said, “Then it seems I hold no place in your heart either.”

“Ah?”

Wang Zhen explained, “You said Su daren isn’t worth even one ten-thousandth of me in your heart, meaning I’m ten thousand times more important than him. But since Su daren is worth zero, multiplying that by ten thousand still makes zero, doesn’t it?”

Tang Shen: “…”

We get it—you’re good at math. Now, could you please stop talking?

It was already late, so Wang Zhen didn’t linger long. Tang Shen walked him to the door. As they bid each other farewell, Wang Zhen remarked, “Although it’s already June, the lands beyond the Great Wall never see spring, unlike Shengjing. Spring winds don’t pass through Yumen Pass. When you return to Shengjing in a few days, be sure to change your attire. Don’t dress the same as usual.”

Tang Shen froze in surprise. “Senior Brother?”

Wang Zhen simply smiled and said, “No need to see me off.”

Tang Shen stood at the door, watching Wang Zhen leave.

Once back inside, he frowned deeply, thinking for a long while before letting out a helpless sigh. “Clearly, he had something to say but refused to say it directly. Wang Zifeng—four years, and he still can’t just speak plainly!” Yet, Tang Shen understood that there were some matters Wang Zhen either couldn’t express openly or simply enjoyed teasing him about. Seeing Tang Shen’s bewildered expression probably gave Wang Zhen a sense of satisfaction.

Tang Shen couldn’t be entirely blamed for wanting to tease his senior brother back now and then. After all, “the one who flirts first is at fault.” It was always Wang Zifeng who started things, and Tang Shen only ever retaliated occasionally.

“Something has changed in Shengjing? What could be different?”

If he could vaguely infer the meaning behind Wang Zhen’s final words, the earlier evaluation of Su Wenyun left Tang Shen’s expression gradually turning cold. He recalled the information he had gathered over the past few years regarding the former crown prince, Zhong daru, the late emperor, and late empress—particularly that palace coup thirty-one years ago.

Su Wenyun was only twenty-six this year, so he couldn’t have been involved in the coup three decades ago. However, Wang Zhen had described Su Wenyun as ruthless and unscrupulous. If all the matters Zhao Fu wanted done but couldn’t handle personally were entrusted to Su Wenyun, then…

“Was his senior brother hinting at something? Thirty-one years ago had nothing to do with Su Wenyun, but what about five years ago, when Zhong Taisheng died in prison? Was Su Wenyun involved?”

Tang Shen closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. As soon as he did, he seemed to hear a faint, exasperated voice echo in his mind, teasing him with a laugh: “Begone, you!”

He was beginning to forget many of the things Liang Song had once told him, but one message remained clear: Liang Song had repeatedly urged him not to get involved in matters concerning the former crown prince. Liang Song only wished for Tang Shen to live a peaceful life as a wealthy landowner. Even if he himself sacrificed himself for his principles, he never wanted Tang Shen to get entangled in such dangerous affairs.

“But how could I possibly stay out of it?”

The more Tang Shen uncovered about that palace coup, the more fearful he became.

If Liang Song believed Zhong Taisheng had been wronged, then the former crown prince must have been wronged as well. But back then, the crown prince’s faction was at its peak. Zhao Fu alone couldn’t have orchestrated their downfall—there had to be another force at play.

What was the real truth?

It was like a den of dragons and tigers, yet Tang Shen had no choice but to venture in alone.

Meanwhile, back in his room, Wang Zhen didn’t go to bed immediately. He summoned Lin Xu from the Silver Pull Division. Lin Xu bowed respectfully, and Wang Zhen asked, “How many of the people who went to the Liao capital Shangjing in December last year are still there?”

Lin Xu gave a precise number.

Wang Zhen mused, “I never realized until now that the second prince of Liao, Yelü Shege, is a cut sleeve.”

Lin Xu was startled. He instinctively glanced at Wang Zhen, knowing that rumors of Wang Zhen’s preference for men had circulated among officials. He couldn’t help but wonder if Wang Zhen was implying something.

“Minister, this is the first I’ve heard of it. Yelü Shege does have concubines in his household, so the matter is likely complicated.”

“A prince of a nation—even if he is a cut sleeve—should at least conceal it somewhat.” Wang Zhen pondered. “Yelü Shege seems rather interested in Qiao Jiu’s ‘son,’ doesn’t he?”

Lin Xu knew nothing about that.

Wang Zhen chuckled. “We’ll need to meet him anyway. Su daren must have taken precautions. Holding a Left Minister’s weakness may not be enough to secure absolute success. Send word to Su daren in Xijing Prefecture: inform him that Tang daren will return to Shengjing soon. Whether Qiao Jiu’s ‘son’ should show his face or suddenly die—it’s up to him to decide.”

Lin Xu asked, “How should the message be relaid?”

Wang Zhen pondered, “Repeat my words exactly.”

“Understood.”

It took three days for the message to reach Xijing.

By then, Qiao Jiu had gradually gained Xiao Zhen’s trust, and Lu Shen and the others had secured their footing in Xijing Prefecture. After hearing Wang Zhen’s words from the messenger, Su Wenyun’s face darkened. He sneered, “Tang Jingze is leaving, never to return, and Wang Zifeng expects me to clean up his junior brother’s mess? Why doesn’t he just dream a little bigger?”

The messenger merely repeated the original message and didn’t dare respond.

After cursing Wang Zhen for his wishful thinking and Tang Shen for his foolishness, Su Wenyun paused, then mused aloud, “It might not be entirely impossible. Hmph, Wang Zifeng, you’ve played your cards well. But have you considered that if I clean up after Tang Jingze, he’ll owe me a favor?”

Without delay, Su Wenyun summoned Qiao Jiu and instructed him to arrange a banquet through Xiao Zhen, inviting Yelü Qin and Yelü Shege.

In Youzhou City, Tang Shen’s mission had lasted over three months since he arrived in March. Zhao Fu had now sent Yu Chaosheng to take over, and after a few days of handing over duties, Tang Shen was ready to return to Shengjing.

Upon finishing the handover, Yu Chaosheng smiled and said, “Congratulations, Tang daren.”

Feigning surprise, Tang Shen asked, “Thank you, Yu daren, but I don’t understand—what are you congratulating me for?”

Yu Chaosheng stroked his short beard and smiled gently. “When you return to Shengjing, you’re bound to receive a great opportunity. Since I won’t be accompanying you, I thought I’d offer my congratulations in advance.”

Tang Shen responded with a look of pleasant surprise.

Later, when meeting privately with Wang Zhen, Tang Shen asked, “Senior Brother, did His Majesty send Yu Chaosheng because of me?”

Wang Zhen raised a brow. “Oh?”

Encouraged, Tang Shen continued, “During this mission to Liao, while I wouldn’t claim it was perfectly executed, I certainly didn’t make any mistakes. Now that Su daren has gone and almost completed the task, only a few of us know the full details. His Majesty cannot publicize the matter. If he intends to reward me, it’s difficult to do so openly. You once said that under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be promoted to second rank within five years, at most to third rank. But now, it seems His Majesty intends to promote me.”

Wang Zhen smiled elegantly. “Rising four ranks in four years—His Majesty truly has keen eyes, and little Junior Brother is indeed a pillar of the state!”

Tang Shen deadpanned, “I’m being serious.”

Wang Zhen blinked, apparently not expecting Tang Shen to be so blunt. After regaining his composure, he whispered, “You’ve become more dependent on me.”

His voice was so low that only he could hear it. Tang Shen asked, “What did Senior Brother just say?”

“I said your guess is right.” Wang Zhen smiled.

Tang Shen had already suspected he might be promoted upon returning to Shengjing, and now that Wang Zhen had confirmed it, he felt both excited and conflicted. With a trace of guilt, he said, “But in order to promote me, His Majesty sent Yu Chaosheng to divide your power.”

If Tang Shen were promoted, he and Wang Zhen’s faction would naturally grow stronger. To maintain balance in the court, Zhao Fu had dispatched Yu Chaosheng. Since Yu Chaosheng was also involved in Silver Pull Division matters, Zhao Fu would likely reward him similarly upon his return. Moreover, while Tang Shen had come to Youzhou not explicitly for the Silver Pull Division, Yu Chaosheng had.

In a few months, Yu Chaosheng would likely gain insight into the division’s internal affairs, and his mentor Xu Bi would learn of them too.

Tang Shen, rising to third rank at just twenty years old, had set in motion political undercurrents that could not be ignored.

Tang Shen felt guilty that his own matters had involved Wang Zhen, and that it had caused him to be constrained by Yu Chaosheng. Wang Zhen, however, said, “Even without you, His Majesty would have sent someone else. This matter was destined to happen. The Silver Pull Division has never been entirely under my control.”

Tang Shen responded, “But before Yu Chaosheng came, it wasn’t like this. The Silver Pull Division was yours.”

Wang Zhen’s lips moved slightly as he gazed deeply at Tang Shen, remaining silent for a long time. Tang Shen felt uneasy under his gaze and couldn’t help but ask softly, “Senior Brother?”

Wang Zhen’s voice suddenly became stern: “I’ve suddenly been wondering, in little Junior Brother’s heart, what kind of person do you think I am?”

Tang Shen replied, “Huh?”

Wang Zhen didn’t respond. Tang Shen thought deeply for a moment, then gave his answer: “In my eyes, Senior Brother, you are wise and insightful, smooth yet not overly worldly, cautious but not overly rigid. As long as you’re around, I always feel at ease, no matter the difficulty. You’re nine years older than me, but in nine years, I will never be able to match up to you.”

Wang Zhen asked, “Then, why do you think I do the things I do?”

Tang Shen was completely confused and didn’t understand what Wang Zhen was trying to say.

Wang Zhen seemed somewhat disappointed, his gaze lingering on Tang Shen. After a long pause, he said, “You and I are kindred spirits. I see little Junior Brother as the person who understands me best, the one who knows my intentions most. I’ve waited alone for twenty-nine years, and finally, I found someone who truly understands me. Yet you’ve never once thought about why I went to Cizhou three years ago, why I took on the responsibilities of the Silver Pull Division last year. Even on that day in the Xuji Tower, when I said ‘comrades in the same school are called friends; those with the same aspirations are called companions’, what exactly was I trying to say?”

Tang Shen’s heart shook. Wang Zhen’s expression revealed a trace of disappointment, but what struck him more was the sense of hurt and loneliness that came through in his voice.

After saying this, Wang Zhen turned and left.

Tang Shen was deeply shaken. He grabbed Wang Zhen’s sleeve and called out, “Senior Brother, why do you serve as an official?”

Wang Zhen’s steps halted. He turned around and looked steadily at Tang Shen, his eyes filled with hope and expectation.

Tang Shen took a deep breath, looking at Wang Zhen seriously. He spoke each word deliberately: “I know, I’ve always known. Senior Brother, you serve as an official not for fame or fortune, not for overwhelming power. You are not a virtuous official in the traditional sense, nor do you rigidly follow the conventional methods and rules. But you are a true official. So, when I received the memorial regarding the emergence of new currency in Shu, the first person I thought of was you. Because I know, only you would not fear difficulties or obstacles, and would grasp that faint glimmer of light at the end of a dark and long road.”

Wang Zhen stood there, stunned.

Tang Shen tightened his grip on Wang Zhen’s sleeve, and after a long pause, Wang Zhen reached out and took Tang Shen’s hand. He gripped it tightly, pulling it away from his sleeve. But even after pulling it away, he didn’t release Tang Shen’s hand, instead holding it even more firmly.

The two stood silently, gazing at each other. In Tang Shen’s heart, it was as if an answer was about to emerge. He felt as though he understood something, yet at the same time, felt like he understood nothing.

At this moment, Wang Zhen chuckled softly, “I’m not a virtuous official?”

Tang Shen was taken aback.

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Wang Zhen held Tang Shen’s hand with one hand, while his other hand gently rose, hovering near Tang Shen’s forehead. He lightly tapped his forehead. The gesture was incredibly gentle, without any hint of reprimand.

Wang Zhen said, “Little Junior Brother, are you complimenting me, or are you criticizing me?”

Tang Shen instinctively touched the spot on his forehead where Wang Zhen’s finger had tapped. Suddenly, he came to his senses. “Senior Brother, you’ve tricked me again!”

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After the assassin was captured, he immediately confessed that night, implicating Xiao Lü.

Xiao Lü, tortured to near death by Yelü Shege in prison, finally yielded under duress and revealed the mastermind behind the plot. Had this taken place in Shangjing, such brutal interrogation would never have been allowed, especially not by Yelü Shege’s men. This was because, in Shangjing, Grand Preceptor Yelü Ding wielded immense power. Hence, Yelü Shege and Yelü Qin traveled all the way to Xijing, the Southern officials’ stronghold, to handle the matter personally.

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When Xiao Lü named the mastermind, Yelü Shege acted incredulous. He widened his eyes in confusion and muttered repeatedly, “How could it be His Excellency, the Grand Preceptor? How could it be?”

The evidence seized from Xiao Lü’s residence wasn’t entirely fabricated by Yelü Shege’s men. The government officers found several rare treasures unique to Shangjing and, shockingly, a blood-stained garment in the backyard—proof that Xiao Lü was indeed an accomplice of the assassin. However, whether the mastermind was truly Grand Preceptor Yelü Ding was something only Xiao Lü himself could confirm.

Due to his injuries, Yelü Qin didn’t personally interrogate Xiao Lü. After the confession, he skeptically remarked, “Your Highness, by all accounts, Xiao Lü should be an ally of the Third Prince. The evidence found in his home is irrefutable. Yet, his behavior leaves me puzzled. Having navigated the political arena for years, I sense he may not be who we think he is.”

Yelü Shege agreed. “I feel the same. Something’s amiss. However, Commander, someone in Xijing must have aided the assassin. How else could he have hidden in the city for so many days without being discovered?”

A cold expression flashed across Yelü Qin’s face as he pondered. After a moment, he speculated, “Could it be that Xiao Lü isn’t aligned with the Third Prince at all…” He clapped his right hand over the back of his left, lowered his voice, and continued, “…but was framed by the other two princes? They might be trying to sow discord between you and the Third Prince, hoping to profit from your conflict.”

Yelü Shege chuckled coldly. “I considered that possibility as well, and it’s utterly laughable. The saying ‘When the snipe and clam struggle, the fisherman benefits’ implies that the fisherman must have the strength to act, not merely pick up a windfall. It’s not that I look down on my elder brother and fourth brother, but Yelü Zhan’s schemes are transparent, and Yelü Long, though wanting to appear shrewd, lacks any real cunning. Even if they were aided by a brilliant strategist to set this trap, luring me into conflict with Yelü Han, what of it?”

Yelü Qin asked, “Your Highness means?”

Yelü Shege snapped open his folding fan with a flick, gently waving it like a refined gentleman from Jiangnan. Yet, the dark look in his eyes betrayed his demeanor. “I only want to deal with Yelü Han—or rather, the Grand Preceptor behind him. As for the others? Why concern ourselves with them? They’re merely clowns.”

Realizing his intent, Yelü Qin saluted. “Your Highness is wise. I am willing to follow you through fire and water, no matter the cost!”

Confident they had considered everything, neither of them realized that behind the scenes, the forces of the Song Dynasty were also involved.

Meanwhile, at the Left Minister’s residence, Xiao Zhen, already ill from fury about Xiao Lü’s crime. Now, upon hearing that Xiao Lü had implicated him as an accomplice, he was so enraged that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he almost passed out.

Though distant relatives with little connection, there were no other outstanding children in their lineage so when Xiao Lu came to please Xiao Zhen and presented him with generous gifts, Xiao Zhen refused for a few times, then accepted the gifts and even treated Xiao Lu as his confidant. 

Xiao Lü’s accusation wasn’t baseless. 

First, the officers found several precious gifts related to the assassin in his home. Xiao Lü said that one of them was given by Qiao Jiu, a tea merchant from Song, and another one was something Xiao Zhen gave to him casually. When Xiao Lü heard that there were problems with these two things, he hated Xiao Zhen and Qiao Jiu with a passion. He had been tortured to the point of losing his mind and being unable to think. Knowing that he was doomed, he wished to drag everyone else down with him.

Hearing this news, Qiao Jiu hastily sought out Xiao Zhen for help. With no other options, Xiao Zhen donned his official robes and personally visited Yelü Qin’s residence. Astonishingly, Yelü Shege agreed to see him. As soon as they met, Xiao Zhen fell to his knees, crying, “Your Highness, I’ve been wronged! I had no idea Xiao Lü was involved with the assassin. I have always been loyal to His Majesty and Your Highness!”

Yelü Shege, seemingly surprised, responded, “Why such a grand gesture? Please rise and speak.”

Xiao Zhen, trembling, remained kneeling. “Your Highness, I truly knew nothing. Please have mercy!”

Yelü Shege smiled faintly. “It appears that Minister Xiao has already heard about Xiao Lü’s confession. Indeed, he did name you. However, I know well what kind of person you are. Please stand up and speak.”

Relieved yet apprehensive, Xiao Zhen stood and, after an hour of tense conversation, left the residence pale and shaken.

After Xiao Zhen left, Yelü Qin emerged from a side room. “Your Highness, I’ve been feigning illness and avoiding visitors. Thank you for dealing with fools like that on my behalf.”

Yelü Shege chuckled. “Don’t mention it. Though foolish, Xiao Zhen holds a significant position. We can still use him. With this incident, we now have leverage over him—he won’t dare betray us.” After a pause, he asked, “By the way, who is this Qiao Jiu that Xiao Lü implicated?”

Yelü Qin’s expression shifted slightly. “…I have heard of him. Your Highness knows that Xiao Lü has always wanted to please Your Highness. Now it seems that he had evil intentions and was plotting something from the start. We attended a banquet at the Xiao Manor that day. After the banquet, His Highness and Xiao Lü went to appreciate paintings. Xiao Zhen once told me that Qiao Jiu was a tea merchant from Song whom Xiao Lü knew. He was very wealthy and had a beautiful son.”

Yelü Shege paused, then smirked. “Ah, I remember now. So, that’s the Qiao Jiu Xiao Lü mentioned.”

Yelü Qin nodded. “After being spurned by Your Highness, Xiao Lü harbored resentment toward Qiao Jiu. According to his captured shopkeeper’s confession, Xiao Lü despised Qiao Jiu and had long intended to harm him. Knowing he had no chance of survival, he likely implicated Qiao Jiu out of spite.”

Yelü Shege thoughtfully nodded, leaving the room in silence. After a while, he suddenly asked, “Is his son truly that beautiful?”

Yelü Qin, unperturbed by the unusual question, replied casually, “I’ve never seen him. If Your Highness desires, we can fabricate a charge and capture him.”

Yelü Shege frowned slightly. “I am no bandit. I won’t abduct people without reason.”

Yelü Qin immediately corrected himself. “My apologies, Your Highness. I misspoke. Please forgive me.”

Yelü Shege sighed. “These are troubled times. I have no interest in frivolities.”

Meanwhile, upon returning home, Xiao Zhen was met by a waiting Qiao Jiu, who had been anxious for news. Seeing him, Xiao Zhen felt conflicted. After all, he had now been forced onto the Second Prince’s boat, making him an enemy of the Third Prince and Grand Preceptor Yelü Ding, who would never let this slide.

Qiao Jiu lamented, “Daren, this calamity came out of nowhere! I only wanted to do business in Xijing. How did it come to this?”

Xiao Zhen, seeing the shared misfortune, sighed. “The Second Prince saw through Xiao Lü’s lies and didn’t believe him. But we must remain cautious. Though he claims to trust us, who knows when he might change his mind? Life is becoming increasingly difficult.”

After delivering gifts and returning home, Qiao Jiu reported everything to Su Wenyun, who was slightly surprised. “So Yelü Shege just let Xiao Zhen go?”

Hearing Qiao Jiu’s account, Su Wenyun sneered. “Yelü Shege knows how to win people over. He’s done this many times before. But after this, Xiao Zhen will see us as friends as we are in the same boat. Have you learned how Xiao Lü curried favor with Xiao Zhen?” 

Qiao Jiu responded, “Rest assured,  daren.”

Su Wenyun said, “We don’t necessarily have to turn him to our side. We can still get information from him by being his confidant. After this incident, he will never doubt us again. And after he becomes part of the second prince’s party, we can get information from him. How could this not be a blessing in disguise?” He paused and continued, “Earlier, Xiao Lü often asked Tang Jingze to meet the second prince. I always felt that something was wrong. You should check it carefully. Clearly, there may be anomalies.”

Qiao Jiu: “Yes, daren.”

For several days, Qiao Jiu visited Xiao Zhen regularly, bringing generous gifts. Gradually, Xiao Zhen grew close to him. One night, after a few drinks, he revealed a shocking truth. Alarmed, Qiao Jiu immediately reported it to Su Wenyun.

Su Wenyun: “…”

That night, he personally penned a letter and dispatched it urgently to Youzhou City.

The letter, marked as urgent, reached Tang Shen in just a day and a half. Realizing its importance, Tang Shen quickly opened it, only to find two short lines:

“Yelü Shege has a fondness for men.
Tang daren, your foresight is unmatched.”

Tang Shen: “…”

Tang Shen burned the letter in exasperation, thinking, How was I supposed to know he had such tendencies? It wasn’t deliberate. And what’s with calling me ‘unmatched’? Whether or not Yelü Shege prefers men, Xijing remains a dangerous place. You’re already there—what’s the point in worrying about one prince’s personal preferences?

When Tang Shen received the letter, Wang Zhen was beside him and he didn’t hide it from the other either.

Wang Zhen noticed his displeasure and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Tang Shen fell silent for a moment, then pursed his lips, as if tattling, and recounted everything Su Wenyun had said to Wang Zhen.

Feeling aggrieved, Tang Shen added, “Senior Brother, you tell me, that Yelü Shege being a cut sleeve is not something I forced on him. He was born that way. Su Wenyun was originally going to Xijing Prefecture anyway, that has nothing to do with me either—I didn’t compel him to go.” (TN: cut sleeve: A historical euphemism for homosexuality, originating from a tale involving Emperor Ai of Han)

Wang Zhen frowned slightly but said nothing.

Tang Shen called out, “Senior Brother?”

Wang Zhen seemed to snap out of a daze. “How is the situation in Xijing now?”

Dropping the previous topic, Tang Shen began reporting on Xijing Prefecture. “Su Wenyun is indeed quite capable, though it’s a pity he failed to turn Xiao Zhen onto our side. My initial plan was merely to use the captured assassin to frame Xiao Lü and use that as leverage to establish a connection with Xiao Zhen. But the timeframe was too tight, and I didn’t come up with a concrete plan—just an idea. Su daren, however, managed to pull it off entirely.”

Wang Zhen asked, “Do you know why His Majesty favors Su Wenyun?”

Tang Shen’s interest was piqued. “Why?”

He could understand why Zhao Fu favored Li Jingde—Li Jingde was a war hero with no ambitions beyond exterminating the Liao people. As for himself, Tang Shen was aware that Zhao Fu appreciated him because he was low-ranking, had no powerful background, and was adept at flattering in ways that put the emperor at ease. Wang Zhen, however, was trusted because he always aligned perfectly with the emperor’s intentions.

Whether it was something Zhao Fu had done, wanted to do, or hadn’t yet dared to do, Wang Zhen handled it flawlessly. Even if the emperor wasn’t Zhao Fu, as long as it was an emperor, Wang Zhen would always be trusted.

But Su Wenyun?

Wang Zhen glanced at the sky, noticing that dark clouds had shrouded the moon. He pointed outside and said, “Night has fallen. There are always matters the emperor cannot openly handle but still wishes to see done. Su Wenyun is someone without limits—ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving great aims. Such a person is naturally favored and employed by His Majesty.”

Tang Shen asked casually, “To achieve great aims without regard for means—has he done anything particularly ruthless?”

Wang Zhen looked at Tang Shen quietly, then smiled leisurely. “Anything you can imagine that His Majesty might want to do but cannot do openly—Su Wenyun has done it for him.”

Tang Shen felt a jolt in his heart but forced a smile and changed the topic. “Between Su Wenyun and you, Senior Brother, whom does His Majesty trust more?”

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Wang Zhen seemed to fall into deep thought at that question. After pondering for a long time, he countered, “Although it’s said that one shouldn’t speculate on the emperor’s thoughts, it’s just the two of us here, so there’s no harm in discussing it. What do you think, little Junior Brother—who does His Majesty favor more?”

Was there even a need to think about it?

Tang Shen answered without hesitation, “Naturally, I lean towards Senior Brother. No matter whom His Majesty favors, to me, Su Wenyun can’t compare to even one ten-thousandth of you.”

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