The so-called greedy and ruthless by nature, they form factions like jackals to oppress.

Unbeknownst to Tang Shen, Yu Chaosheng had already assigned him a political faction—dubbed the Tang Party. It had to be said that Yu Chaosheng’s instincts were incredibly sharp, no less than those of his mentor, Xu Bi.

On the surface, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze’s appointments to the Silver Pull Division seemed unrelated to Tang Shen. They were formally under the jurisdiction of the Silver Pull Division’s Capital Department, and their direct superior should have been Qin Si.

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But simply because these two shared an unusual connection with Tang Shen, Yu Chaosheng immediately sensed that the emperor had sent them to Youzhou not as subordinates to Qin Si, but as personnel specifically placed to support Tang Shen.

At this very moment, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze were stationed in Youzhou. While handling their official duties—managing silver notes and overseeing the military silver exchange banks across thirty-six provinces—they were also secretly liaising with spies embedded in the Liao State.

Monitoring the Liao State was no small matter.

Upon their arrival in Youzhou, they immediately received intelligence from Qiao Jiu: the Emperor of Liao had suffered a stroke, and the Second Prince had seized the opportunity to make his move.

Although Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze were of equal official rank, it was Wang Xiao who held real decision-making power. Without hesitation, he ordered Qiao Jiu to take advantage of the chaos and further infiltrate the Second Prince’s faction through their insider, Xiao Zhen, to gather more intelligence.

For the next month, a steady stream of intelligence reports arrived from the Liao State.

Routine information was handled directly by Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze, but anything of critical importance was discreetly sent to Shengjing for Tang Shen and Su Wenyun to assess.

Thus, time flew by, and before one knew it, a month had passed.

On the seventh day of the tenth month, the 31st year of Kaiping, it was Emperor Zhao Fu’s grand birthday. In previous years, he had always held lavish celebrations, with officials from all thirty-six provinces sending gifts months in advance.

But this year was different.

Suddenly, Zhao Fu had become devoted to Buddhist fasting and scripture. At the beginning of the ninth month, he issued an edict, the “Imperial Reflection Decree”, declaring:

“For thirty-one years since my ascension, I have sought not glory, only to be without fault. Yet, the Yellow River floods year after year, leaving the people along its banks destitute. The lost lands remain unrestored—how can a nation be secure? As the Son of Heaven, the true dragon incarnate, how can I rest peacefully at night?”

“…Therefore, I decree that this year’s birthday shall not be extravagantly celebrated. Instead, let all regions practice frugality, for that shall bring me true joy.”

Zhao Fu was always an enigma, his actions unpredictable. His abrupt refusal to celebrate left the Ministry of Rites—who had been preparing for over six months—completely dumbfounded.

Still, this was of little concern. Who would remember that the day before the emperor’s birthday was Wang Zhen’s own birthday?

Yet, this time, even Zhao Fu remembered.

In Chuigong Hall, he smiled and said, “Zi Feng, you’ll be thirty next year, won’t you? I recall today is your birthday.”

Lately, Zhao Fu had taken a peculiar interest in discussing people’s ages.

Most emperors, as they aged, avoided talk of mortality. Even common elders disliked such conversations. But Zhao Fu was different—the more he immersed himself in Taoist teachings, the more he relished discussing age.

Young officials like Tang Shen, who had just come of age, were spared. But Wang Zhen, Su Wenyun, Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji, Right Prime Minister Wang Quan—all the high-ranking ministers—had all been singled out by Zhao Fu for his observations on their advancing years.

Wang Zhen calmly replied, “Yes, Your Majesty, today is my birthday.”

Zhao Fu pondered for a moment before declaring, “A birthday must be properly celebrated.”

Even before Wang Zhen finished his duties at the Ministry of Revenue, imperial gifts had already begun arriving at his residence.

However, after receiving the decree back at the Minister Residence, Wang Zhen promptly left for Fu Wei’s manor, where Tang Shen and Fu Wei had already prepared a private banquet in his honor.

The three of them—teacher and students—raised their cups under the moonlight. Wine cups clinked, the cool evening breeze rustled, and the scene felt like a painting, ethereal and serene.

For the past few years, Fu Wei had been painstakingly compiling a scholarly collection, and by the previous month, it was finally nearing completion.

But time had left its mark. Five years had passed since Tang Shen first met the great scholar Fu Xiru, and now, even more streaks of silver adorned the old man’s temples.

Fu Wei sighed, “Time spares no one. Look at all this white hair—I could still hide it last year, but now it’s sprouting like bamboo shoots after the rain. Ah, I’m old now. Seeing you two still in your prime brings tears to my eyes. Wen Shu, fetch me a handkerchief.”

Wen Shu, the page boy who now followed Fu Wei everywhere, grumbled under his breath, “You didn’t even shed a tear.” But still, he obediently produced a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over.

Fu Wei dramatically dabbed at his nonexistent tears before glancing at his two students.

Tang Shen chuckled helplessly. “Why do you suddenly speak like this, Sir? To me, you are as vigorous as ever—there is no sign of old age in you.”

Fu Wei scoffed, “So His Majesty can tell people they’re old every day, but I can’t?”

Tang Shen finally understood—Fu Wei had clearly been summoned one too many times by Zhao Fu, only to hear, “Ah, my dear minister, you’re getting old.” It seemed he was now venting his frustration on his students. Tang Shen was even more exasperated now.

Recently, Zhao Fu had been summoning officials to inquire about issues regarding their ages—a matter that Tang Shen was well aware of. However, since Tang Shen was simply too young, Zhao Fu never called for him. Even Su Wenyun had been summoned several times. Among the emperor’s closest confidants, only Tang Shen had yet to experience this “privilege.” Sometimes, he even wondered if Zhao Fu had forgotten about him—only for the emperor to summon him out of the blue, making a few caring inquiries, instantly dispelling that illusion.

Since Tang Shen had not yet enjoyed this dubious honor, Fu Wei saw fit to personally bestow it upon him.

As the conversation turned to literary matters, Fu Wei mentioned a newly written poem that had been circulating in literary circles.

“This poem was written by a military officer—a mere battalion commander, no less. But this officer is said to be completely illiterate.” Fu Wei gave them a knowing look. “Jing Ze, do you know what this is about?”

Before Tang Shen could respond, Fu Wei eagerly revealed the answer with a mischievous smile. “Turns out, he recently married a renowned young lady of scholarly talents in the local area.”

Tang Shen played along, feigning surprise. “Is that so?”

Fu Wei laughed. “This so-called ‘commander’ has been producing masterpiece after masterpiece. Coincidentally, I have his latest work in my collection. Now, where did I put it…”

Turning to his page boy, he asked, “Boy, where did you place that poetry book?”

Wen Shu blinked innocently. “Sir, all matters of book storage are handled by Fu Qin. How would I know?”

Fu Wei sighed. “Such a mouthy child. Go find the book.” Then, he turned to Tang Shen. “Go with him, help him look.”

Tang Shen hesitated for a moment, glanced at his teacher, then nodded. “Alright.”

As Tang Shen and Wen Shu left for the study, the flower hall grew quiet.

Just now, while Tang Shen and Fu Wei were chatting, Wang Zhen sat beside them, drinking and listening to their conversation. He smiled faintly, not feeling the need to chime in, as if simply listening was enough.

Now that Tang Shen had gone to look for the book, Fu Wei waved his chopsticks in front of his prized student. Wang Zhen lifted his eyes and looked at his teacher.

“Sir, you deliberately sent Jing Ze away—what is the matter?”

Fu Wei tapped his chopsticks against the table and said gruffly, “I didn’t send him away. Don’t make things up.”

Wang Zhen smiled knowingly. “You really think Jing Ze doesn’t know?”

Fu Wei sighed, “Enough, enough. You’ve all grown up, spread your wings. There’s nothing this teacher can do anymore.” After the playful remark, his expression suddenly became serious. He put down his chopsticks and looked at his student.

Twenty-four years ago, Fu Wei had traveled to Jiangnan and passed through Jinling.

At the time, he was already one of the four most renowned scholars in the land. When he arrived in Jinling, the Wang clan of Langya sent him an invitation, welcoming the great scholar into their estate with a grand banquet.

Fu Wei himself was born into an aristocratic family, but his lineage had dwindled over generations. Though their household had declined, the prestige of their name still carried weight in Northern Zhili—though it was nothing compared to the Wang clan of Langya. As the pillar of his family, he was delighted by the invitation and prepared carefully before attending.

Jiangnan’s noble estates were picturesque, with winding bridges, flowing water, and exquisite gardens.

After the banquet, Fu Wei was escorted through the gardens to admire the scenery. As he chatted with his guide, he spotted a finely dressed young boy, adorned in gold and jade, standing quietly in the garden, gazing intently at a flower.

Fu Wei observed for a long time. However long he watched, the boy watched the flower just as long.

Curious, Fu Wei asked, “What are you looking at?”

The boy lifted his head and glanced at him before turning to his uncle beside him. Then, with impeccable manners, he bowed and replied, “I am looking at a flower.”

Fu Wei smiled. “Why do you stare at a flower for so long?”

The boy answered, “At first, I only looked at it for a moment. But then I noticed the guest was looking at me. I look at the flower, the guest looks at me—perhaps it is like admiring a painting. How could I disturb your enjoyment? But, dear guest, what are you looking at?”

As he spoke, the boy raised his dark, clear eyes and gazed at Fu Wei with curiosity.

Fu Wei was instantly impressed. Learning that this boy was Wang Zhen, the legitimate son of the Langya Wang family, he became determined to take him as a student. The Wang clan was initially hesitant, so Fu Wei extended his stay in Jinling. In the end, it was Wang Zhen himself who agreed, and he formally became a student of Fu Xiru.

Wang Zhen had once said, “I see flowers as paintings, and my teacher sees me as a painting. Perhaps this is what my second uncle always called fate.”

And so, Wang Zhen became Fu Wei’s student.

“How time flies—it has been twenty-four years.” Fu Wei sighed. “Ah, why am I bringing up these old stories?”

Wang Zhen lifted his gaze to his teacher.

Of course, he still remembered what happened when he was five years old. After all, his eidetic memory was famous. Back then, he had been hailed as a child prodigy, but looking back now, some of his behavior seemed rather eccentric. He had never enjoyed reminiscing about the past—like the time he had written a thousand characters in a single day while practicing calligraphy, only to collapse from exhaustion. When he woke up, his face was covered in ink. It had been utterly undignified.

Wang Zhen kindly reminded him, “Little Junior Brother will be back soon.”

Fu Wei’s expression froze. After a moment, he looked at Wang Zhen, his tone solemn and deeply concerned. “A few days ago, Jing Ze sent me a painting. The artwork was exquisite, but it made me uneasy. Zi Feng… what exactly does your junior brother want to do?”

Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned. A suspicion formed in his mind. “What painting?”

Fu Wei hesitated before saying, “Just a painting of flowers and birds—hundreds of birds singing, a sea of blooming flowers. Amidst the birds, a phoenix soars in the sky. Among the flowers, a peony stands proudly above the rest. The painting is well done—it’s the work of Lin Jiude, the reclusive painter from Shu. I haven’t seen him in over a decade, and his skills have improved tremendously.”

Wang Zhen’s brows furrowed.

Fu Wei knew he had understood his meaning. “A painting of a hundred birds and flowers—it seems ordinary. But during the late emperor’s reign, there was another painting just like this… That one was painted by the former crown prince.”

Fu Wei sighed. “Back then, I was the crown prince’s calligraphy and painting tutor. I guided him briefly—we had a teacher-student bond.”

For years, Fu Wei had remained in seclusion, avoiding political struggles and hiding his sharp edges.

But over a decade ago, he had been the Right Prime Minister, a powerful figure at the heart of the imperial court.

Most people wouldn’t understand the underlying intent in Tang Shen’s actions, but Fu Wei saw it clearly. He let out a long sigh. “I thought he wouldn’t do anything for Liang Bowen. Or that after so many years, there was no longer any point. But who would have thought… he still remembers. How foolish! How naive!”

Though he scolded him, Fu Wei’s expression was one of admiration. Stroking his beard, he mused, “But your little junior brother’s actions are exceedingly dangerous. Do you know what he’s planning? Does he truly intend to overturn Zhong Taisheng’s case?”

“I don’t know,” Wang Zhen replied.

Fu Wei was taken aback. After a long silence, he blurted out, “You don’t know?!”

Wang Zhen met his gaze and countered, “Why does Sir assume that I must know what my little junior brother intends to do?”

Fu Wei paced a few steps before turning back, still skeptical. “How could you not know?”

You, Wang Zifeng, not knowing?

With thay petty possessiveness, could you really allow your junior brother to act without your knowledge?

Wang Zhen raised his wine cup and downed it in one gulp. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the usual restraint in his demeanor had faded, replaced by a sharp brilliance, as if mingling with the heady intoxication—dazzling like the radiant moon. He laughed openly, without pretense.

“Why should I know?”

Fu Wei was caught off guard. “Eh?”

“I only need to know that whatever he wants to do, I will support him. I will clear the obstacles in his path, remove the worries behind him. Isn’t that enough?”

Fu Wei was stunned, then collapsed onto his seat. “So this is how you truly feel about your junior brother!”

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Wang Zhen chuckled softly.

Fu Wei’s questioning today wasn’t just about the painting. He had also been testing Wang Zhen’s feelings toward Tang Shen. And Wang Zhen knew it.

So why not go along with it?

Besides…

What did it matter if he said it out loud?

After a long silence, Wang Zhen let out a heartfelt sigh.

“Today, I’ve really had too much to drink!”

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Three days later, Tang Shen’s old classmates, Mei Shengze and second-place scholar Wang Xiao, returned to the capital together.

Four years ago, the three had passed the imperial examination together with great glory. Now, each had their own role and responsibilities, yet their paths had diverged. When they reunited, they all felt a sense of nostalgia. Over the past four years, Tang Shen had risen rapidly in rank, while Wang Xiao, after two years of obscurity, earned the emperor’s recognition for his contributions to the construction of the Ningzhou official road. Only Mei Shengze had struggled in his career after being implicated in the Revenue And Expenditure Department controversy two years ago.

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Upon seeing Mei Shengze, Tang Shen barely recognized him at first glance.

After a long silence, he said with concern, “Brother Sheng Ze, how have your temples turned gray!”

Mei Shengze looked at Tang Shen and revealed a wry smile. “You wouldn’t understand the taste of it, Jing Ze!”

When Mei Shengze was exiled to a remote post, he had initially found ways to find joy in hardship. Back in the Imperial College, he had excelled in poetry and painting, so he composed a few melancholic poems about his banishment, unexpectedly gaining some literary fame. However, within a year, his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind only their newborn son.

The following year, his son also succumbed to illness. Unable to bear the grief, Mei Shengze fell seriously ill and nearly passed away himself.

Thus, though he was only twenty-seven, his temples had already turned gray, making him look as aged as an old man.

The three reunited at Xixia Tower for a heartfelt gathering. Later, Tang Shen invited them to his residence. Inside his study, he asked, “Brother Sheng Ze, Brother Dai Yue, do you know why His Majesty has appointed you both as Senior Administrators of the Silver Pull Division in Youzhou?”

Hearing this, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze exchanged a glance, understanding Tang Shen’s implication. “Is Jing Ze saying there’s more to it?”

Tang Shen smiled and slowly explained.

Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze had only a vague understanding of the Silver Pull Division. They had suspected it might be connected to the Revenue And Expenditure Department’s downfall two years ago. However, they never expected that the emperor’s true intention in sending them to Youzhou was not merely to take up office, but to take on the critical mission of gathering military intelligence on the Liao army.

Both men were shocked into silence.

Then, a surge of ambition ignited in their hearts. Mei Shengze’s eyes gleamed. “To think that Jing Ze has undertaken such a great endeavor, and I, Mei Shengze, can now be part of it. Jing Ze—no, Tang daren—this lower official swears to not fail your trust and will ensure victory!”

Wang Xiao also cupped his hands. “This lower official will follow daren’s orders!”

Shortly after, the two set off for Youzhou.

Before them, Qin Si had already been dispatched to Youzhou as the Silver Pull Division’s Accountant General. Though he held the same rank as Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze, he was actually in a different role—he served directly under Wang Zhen. Qin Si carried with him a decree personally issued by Zhao Fu and Wang Zhen’s official seal, arriving in Youzhou with confidence.

Upon taking office, he wasted no time in making drastic changes, shaking up the entire northwest.

Effective immediately, all military pay for the three northwestern armies would be issued only in silver notes rather than actual silver.

This decree caused an uproar. The entire military was thrown into panic. General Li Jingde was so furious that he stormed into the Silver Pull Division, captured Qin Si, and tied him up. Qin Si, helpless against this brute of a general, could only take out the emperor’s decree and Wang Zhen’s seal. “General Li, are you rebelling?”

Upon seeing these two items, Li Jingde’s eyelids twitched. He closed his eyes, turned his head away, and pretended not to see them. With a snort, he said, “Rebelling? Qin Si, don’t you dare slander me! Explain first—why are my soldiers not getting paid anymore? In the past, you people replaced real silver with those paper contracts, and I let it slide because we could still use them for food and weapons.” In fact, because the contracts could only be exchanged for essentials, corruption within the army had lessened, which had actually pleased him. “But now, you’re not even giving us a salary? Who would still be willing to fight for me?”

Qin Si’s eyes blazed with anger. “I cannot get through to you!”

Li Jingde smirked. “Oh, got a little temper now, huh? Are you implying I’m too dumb to understand?”

Qin Si rolled his eyes. So you finally figured it out.

Just as Li Jingde was about to lose his temper again, a soldier rushed in from outside. Li Jingde was initially impatient, but upon seeing the leader of the group, he swallowed nervously and said, “Old Cheng, why are you here?”

General Cheng sighed. “If you hadn’t stormed into the Silver Pull Division, would the Grand Marshal have sent me to arrest you? Release Qin Si now and come with me to face the Marshal.”

At the mention of the Grand Marshal, Li Jingde had no choice but to surrender.

Once they left, Qin Si exploded in fury. “Bandits! Thugs! These scoundrels don’t deserve to be officials!”

He smashed everything in the room in vexation. However, if Wang Zhen had been there, he would not have gotten angry. Instead, he would have thought deeply about what had just transpired. For instance, Li Jingde had led private troops to seize him—yet somehow, General Cheng had arrived from the northwest army camp almost immediately.

There was clearly something suspicious about this.

Outside, Li Jingde was still grumbling. “Old Cheng, I know it was just an act, but did you really have to humiliate me in front of all those civil officials? Couldn’t you have said you were ‘inviting’ me instead of ‘arresting’ me?”

Cheng Fei rolled his eyes. “If I hadn’t scolded you in front of Qin Si, do you think he wouldn’t retaliate later? Don’t you know how petty these civil officials are? The Grand Marshal told you to stir up some trouble to express the army’s dissatisfaction, but he didn’t tell you to actually kidnap Qin Si! Do you really want to rebel?”

Li Jingde scratched his thick beard, his face slightly flushed. “Hai. I just couldn’t stand that guy Qin Si. I can’t tie up Wang Zifeng, but I can at least tie up his subordinate.”

Cheng Fei sighed. “Do whatever you want, but don’t mess up the bigger plan. The Grand Marshal specifically instructed us to support the Silver Pull Division in implementing the silver notes. Your job today was just to show our discontent so that the soldiers wouldn’t lose faith. Once they see the benefits, they’ll come around.”

Li Jingde sighed. “I just want to know—what’s so great about these silver notes anyway?”

As expected, at first, the soldiers were furious about receiving paper instead of real silver. However, once news spread that General Li Jingde had stormed the Silver Pull Division in protest, their frustration eased somewhat.

Half a month later, the division began setting up military silver exchange banks in all 36 provinces of the empire.

Only then did the soldiers realize the true value of the system.

How many warriors return from battle? A single letter home is worth more than gold.

Though Song and Liao had signed a peace treaty, small skirmishes never ceased. Just last year, the Liao army besieged Youzhou for two months, costing the lives of thousands of soldiers!

Most soldiers were far from home, and their wages were often kept on their person, as sending silver taels back was difficult. Letters and money could only be sent home once a month via military couriers—but even then, there was no guarantee they would arrive.

If a soldier died in battle, his wealth meant nothing.

With the new system, they could deposit their silver notes at the local bureau, specify a recipient and location, and their families could withdraw the money at any military silver exchange bank.

This achievement earned universal praise from the court. Officials congratulated Wang Zhen, who humbly replied with an elegant smile, “It was all Qin daren’s doing.”

After court, Zhao Fu was in high spirits. At noon, he summoned Wang Zhen and asked, “Zi Feng, before I close my eyes, will I see the golden age you once promised me?”

Wang Zhen bowed and, with a teasing tone, asked, “Your Majesty will live for ten thousand years, will you be closing your eyes for a short nap?”

Zhao Fu laughed heartily and said to Ji Fu, “Look at this Wang Zifeng—he understands me so well.”

Implementing a paper currency system within the empire had been Wang Zhen’s long-standing goal. After two years of effort, they had finally taken the first step. Everything was difficult at first, just this tiny step, and it had actually taken two whole years!

Raising his jade tablet in salute, Wang Zhen stood tall in the palace hall. Sunlight streamed through the glazed windows.

Zhao Fu’s laughter sounded for a long time, but looking at Wang Zhen standing in the hall, it gradually faded. He watched Wang Zhen for a moment, then murmured, “Zi Feng, you have been with me for twelve years now.”

Wang Zhen replied, “Your Majesty, I passed the imperial examination at seventeen. Now, I am twenty-nine.”

Zhao Fu sighed. “Yes, twelve years. But let’s not wait until you’re thirty!”

Wang Zhen looked up at the emperor in astonishment. For the first time, he couldn’t quite decipher the true meaning behind Zhao Fu’s words.

After leaving Chuigong Hall, Ji Fu quickly caught up with Wang Zhen, beaming as he said, “Congratulations, Wang xianggong! Congratulations indeed!”

A realization struck Wang Zhen. His heart stirred as he turned to Ji Fu and bowed slightly. “Many thanks, Chief Steward Ji.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that, no need at all.” Ji Fu’s smile deepened, the wrinkles on his face folding further. He glanced around before lowering his voice. “His Majesty is in excellent health, so Wang xianggong need not worry.”

Leaving the palace, Wang Zhen passed by the Censorate in his sedan chair. Suddenly, he recalled something Tang Shen had said to him months ago—“Senior Brother, your path hasn’t been easy.” He couldn’t help but laugh softly, his tone indulgent as he murmured to himself, “I told you long ago, my path has never been difficult. Look, your dear senior brother is about to be promoted again.”

They say human calculations can never outmatch heaven’s will. If the emperor decides you’ll be promoted this year, don’t even think about delaying it to the next.

But since nothing had been officially announced yet, Wang Zhen didn’t head to Qinzheng Hall after leaving the palace, nor did he go to the Ministry of Revenue. Instead, he had his sedan bearers take him to the Astronomical Bureau, where he remained until the late afternoon before departing.

Meanwhile, the Silver Pull Division had handled its affairs impeccably, and as a result, all its officials received imperial rewards. Yu Chaosheng, who had just returned to Shengjing, found himself unexpectedly rewarded as well. Turning to his trusted aides, he remarked with amazement, “Ever since I returned to the capital two years ago, everything has seemed divinely ordained.”

When the Revenue And Expenditure Department fell into scandal, Yu Chaosheng had been safely tucked away in the examination hall, serving as a deputy examiner for the huishi exam, thereby avoiding the disaster altogether. Now, out of nowhere, he had been assigned to the Silver Pull Division. Without lifting a finger, he had found himself swept along by its success, receiving credit and rewards alongside the rest.

One of his confidants flattered, “Daren’s career is simply blessed with good fortune.”

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Yu Chaosheng pondered for a moment. “Not quite. His Majesty sent me to Youzhou as the Left Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Division, first to suppress the growing influence of the Wang faction, preventing it from becoming too dominant. And second, to elevate that Tang Jingze—allowing him as a mere fourth-rank position to be on equal footing with me. Perhaps, I am the one benefiting from his rise. Just last month, His Majesty gave him two subordinates and sent them to Youzhou. That Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao—are they not the rising stars of the Tang Party now?”

AN: Yu Chaosheng: You guys are the Tang Party!

Mei Shengze & Wang Xiao: Tang Party? Oh, you mean the Candy Party? That’s right, we’re the Sweet Party. What’s it to you? Are you the Salty Party?

(TN: the word for ‘candy’ and the surname Tang are homophones)

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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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