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The ten City Lords that were thrown out of the mansion that night were all carried back to the mansion by their servants. Perhaps they were a little tired, but they were also scared. Most of the City Lords had gone back to their own residences to sleep in their beds for a while.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to ask the butler of the house, "Has Prince Zhan announced any policies to benefit the citizens recently?"

The steward quickly retreated to find a complete notice, "Master, you've finally woken up. The civilians who came to the city to receive rewards have lined up at the end of the street, using you to fool them. However, the citizens who came to collect the money have lined up day after day, and are still clamoring. The other nine cities have already given out the rewards, if we don't give them out now, they will go to the Prince Zhan to seek justice."

The butler then handed the notice in his hand to the old city lord. The old city lord had just woken up and was already looking like he had suffered from a serious illness, and his complexion was very bad. He slowly spread open the notice in his hand and read it.

"Introducing people to cultivate, is the reward given out by the city officials? Business was exempt from paying a tax of five years, so was the city government going to rent a shop for them for free for five years? The government pays for the house to be renovated? Consecutive... The whistleblower will be rewarded with two taels, or will the mayor pay a fee? " The Old City Lord muttered under his breath, fiercely holding the notice in his hand. He exerted so much force that the joints of his fingers were faintly turning white. Slowly, the hand holding the notice began to tremble with excitement. "This..." "They're planning to rob everyone …" After saying that, the Old City Lord spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The other nine cities weren't much better off either. When the spring wind blew through the border reform, the ten cities' masters were all bedridden at home. Moreover, they were the type that gradually fell ill every day.

"My lord, our spies have already investigated the unrest in the ten cities. There are traces of evil from the previous dynasty, but there are also likely to be traces of the country A'Qi and the State of Feng. However, the evidence is not very conclusive right now. Judging from their plan and layout, they must have been planning for a long time. They wanted to first cause chaos within the borders, tear open a hole in our Tian Sheng, and then plan a step further. "But I never would have thought that the prince would easily rejuvenate it." Zi Ye quietly walked into the study and happily reported the results of the investigation to Prince Zhan.

At this time, Prince Zhan was looking at a portrait in his hands, but Zi Ye didn't notice, thinking that the Prince was busy handling official matters. When Prince Zhan heard Zi Ye's words, his expression didn't change much, he only replied faintly, "Understood."

Zi Ye originally thought that he had found an important clue, and was very happy, but he didn't expect that the blazing fire in his chest was instantly extinguished by Prince Zhan's cold reply.

Zi Ye couldn't help but move forward to see what the prince was busy with …

When she saw it, she was so shocked that she instantly froze. Slowly, Zi Ye came back to his senses and carefully probed, "Your highness, there's a pot of porridge outside, Your highness, you …" Aren't you busy? "

At this time, Prince Zhan took his brush and added a few strokes to the drawing in his hand, and the drawing immediately became lifelike again, "Busy!". Prince Zhan Qingqing coldly replied to Zi Ye's question, and didn't even raise her head as she continued to draw.

"We are all so busy that we can't even breathe, but Your Highness, you are busy painting the pictures of the Miss Nangong, this is too much." Zi Ye couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"That's right, send this letter to Elder Xiu as soon as possible." With that, the Prince Zhan took out a letter from his side and handed it to Zi Ye.

The corner of Zi Ye's mouth twitched. His highness went out such a long way, but he hadn't said anything about giving the emperor a letter to fix his books, or even the empress dowager's books. He had actually given the Elder Xiu a letter to fix his books, without even thinking about it, he had to do it for the sake of the Miss Nangong. It was fortunate that he was the prince of his own family, otherwise, he would really look down on him.

This morning, news came from the Prince Zhan's secret guard that was monitoring Nangong Waner in Shangjing City. He said that Nangong Waner was sick and was currently at home.

The Prince Zhan heard the news and instantly furrowed his brows. Thinking about how the two were fighting passionately before their departure, Nangong Waner's body was extremely strong and there shouldn't be any problems. It had only been a few days and he was already gravely ill. His heart ached uncontrollably, thinking that once he returned to Shangjing City, he would have to hold her in his arms and take good care of her.

Calm down, Prince Zhan thought again. It must be because of the strict teaching of the Elder Xiu, and what kind of tricks did he come up with, that Nangong Waner would try to resist again. Prince Zhan thought about it carefully and decided to give Elder Xiu a reminder. Thus, he took up the brush and wrote a letter to the Elder Xiu.

Elder Xiu, have you been well?

He returned the letter to the envelope and sealed it. Then, he put it aside. At this moment, Zi Ye happened to have something to report, so he handed the letter to him. Although it was only a few words, Zi Ye, in the depths of her heart, was also quietly jealous of the Elder Xiu.

However, the prince had never thought that a fire would break out in the backyard right after he had left. It was the kind that burned endlessly, growing hotter and hotter.

Two days later, Elder Xiu received a letter from Prince Zhan that was a thousand miles away. Elder Xiu looked at it and asked, "Have you been well?" Knowing that Chu Xiuhan would definitely not come with nothing to do to specially greet him, she made a hand sign and started scrutinizing him.

On the letter, there were a few more lines: "Please take good care of Wan Er, if you are forced anymore, and if you become sick, I will immediately return to my Qingqiu Secret Realm, there will be no more Elder Xiu.

After he finished reading the letter, Elder Xiu felt the blood in his head churning, he almost spat out blood. Then, when Nangong Waner returned to Assistant Minister’s Residence, he was actually sick, how could he blame it on him? The ruler that he was teaching was about to fall to the dust, and now that he taught Nangong Waner, it was as if he was teaching her. He had lived for two thousand years, but he had never experienced such injustice.

Elder Xiu was furious. He got up, packed his things and prepared to return to the Qingqiu Secret Realm. As soon as he stepped out of the bamboo forest study room, something seemed to flash across his mind, "No way, my Qingqiu Secret Realm still needs that stupid kid to return to the manager. Besides, I need to take care of this single seedling on behalf of the old Godly Monarch." Thinking about that, Elder Xiu forcefully swallowed the blood in his chest.

Elder Xiu could only suppress the corners of his eyes, and console himself for a bit, "It's all for the great cause of Qingqiu, all for the great cause of Qingqiu. I offer up Nangong Waner, and I offer up Nangong Waner."

Thinking like this, Elder Xiu decided that he would visit Assistant Minister’s Residence in two days to pay his respects and properly prepare this matter of "offering up".