Jiang Fan's heart moved: "I'm asking something that I shouldn't ask. Does the Holy Envoy of the Supervisor of the Country have to obey orders and walk in the world?"

Emperor Ping narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "That's not the case. Since you are walking in the world, you can't rely too much on Taiyue, but more on the power you have established. This is also a test for Taiyue. As for the Holy Envoy of Supervising the Country,

It is necessary to directly report state affairs to Taiyue. This process does not require joining the WTO."

"Oh..." Jiang Fan seemed to understand, but was a little troubled: "After hearing what the emperor said, it feels very difficult to do..."

Ping Huang said: "Because of Lord Qin?"

Jiang Fan said distressedly: "That's right, I am on someone else's land after all."

Ping Huang said: "There is no simple and noble way to live in the world. This is what you have to face. It only depends on your inner choice."

Jiang Fan was shocked, there was something in his words.

"How about..." He hesitated, "Is it okay if I don't want to be the Holy Envoy to oversee the country?"

Pinghuang said: "If you don't do the main temple of Taiyue, it will be difficult for the King of Zhenxi to do it."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "But you just said that they might not agree."

"It's two different things if they don't agree and if you don't take the initiative."

Jiang Fan frowned, as if he didn't understand.

Emperor Ping did not explain, but said: "You kid, don't you like real power?"

Jiang Fan's brows slowly widened: "I am a lazy man, but I know that if you want to live a lazy life, you must be a good person..."

Emperor Ping chuckled: "If you can think like this, you are quite sensible."

Jiang Fan said: "I dare to ask your Majesty, does this King of Zhenxi really have no real power at all..."

Emperor Ping drank a glass of wine, his eyes a little deep: "It has been nine hundred years since the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the name... may not be the real power..."

Everything seemed to be said very clearly, but it seemed as if nothing was said.

Jiang Fan seemed too embarrassed to ask, after all, he looked like an idiot.

Emperor Ping looked at him: "There are rumors that there is something... subtle between you and Mr. Qin?"

The word subtle is used very subtly.

Jiang Fan hurriedly said: "It's all rumors among the people. You know, Mr. Qin is a thoughtful person. There are some things... I won't tell you, but you will understand..."

Haha, since you don’t explain anything clearly, I can also do Tai Chi.

Emperor Ping laughed and actually stopped asking questions seriously.

"Tomorrow, Your Majesty, I will go to Longjiao Peak. As for you, you should pay a visit to the prince. This is etiquette."

Jiang Fan hurriedly said: "Young man, I obey."

Emperor Ping waved his hand gently: "It's not the will. The prince is seriously ill and rarely sees outsiders. You, this boy, have some fresh ideas. I hope you can make him more cheerful."

Jiang Fan said: "Then, young man, prepare some delicious food for His Highness the Crown Prince? What do you like about His Highness? Can you please give me some advice?"

Pinghuang said: "Ask me what you are doing, use your mind, guess what he likes, and just go. But don't deal with things like you are sending me away."

Jiang Fan smiled awkwardly: "Didn't you bump into it?"

Emperor Ping picked up the wine jug and poured it down. It seemed empty. Then he stood up and said, "The wine is gone and the night is deep. Let's go."

Jiang Fan stood up and held his hands in his hands: "Young man, please retire and thank your Majesty for your support."

Emperor Ping didn't look at him and said in a calm voice: "Different times have different thoughts... Boy, just figure it out for yourself."

"Yes, Jiang Fan resigned..."

Jiang Fan left, and the room suddenly fell into silence. Emperor Ping picked up the empty wine flask and poured out another glass of wine.

Picking up the wine glass, Pinghuang was slightly lost in thought.

Zhong Houde and Huangfu Zhaoye showed up at some unknown time: "Your Majesty...it's late at night."

Emperor Ping did not drink the glass of wine and slowly put it down.

"My dear friends, how are the people outside doing?"

Zhong Houde said: "I am restless, but there are experts around Jiang Fan, so there is no need to worry too much."

"Master...is he the one who opened the gate of Taiyue Mountain?"

Zhong Houde said: "More than these two people, but no less than these two people."

Emperor Ping narrowed his eyes: "This guy is in deep water."

Huangfu Zhaoye said: "This shows that he is not restless. Doesn't your Majesty like this in him?"

Emperor Ping smiled faintly: "King Xiaoyao... may not be happy..."

Zhong Houde said: "Your Majesty, how about watching tonight?"

Emperor Ping thought for a moment, and there was a trace of deep confusion on his calm face.

"The more we look at it, the more we look like it, and the more we look at it, the less we look like it."

Zhong Houde was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean by your Majesty's words?"

Ping Huang said: "As we approach each other, their appearance is very similar. However, there is no trace of imperial power in their bodies, and their physical qualifications are completely different in comparison."

Zhong Houde walked slowly along the path: "I remember that he once practiced so that he should have the imperial dragon energy in his body."

Ping Huang said: "Not at all, even a little bit cannot escape my feeling. But this is one of them. The other is that he is distant in his heart and extremely wary. He seems to be quite strange to me. This feeling of strangeness cannot be ignored.

Like a fake."

Huangfu Zhaoye frowned: "Everyone's bloodline has some subtle reactions, let alone the royal dragon's bloodline. This strange feeling cannot be explained."

Ping Huang said: "Third, I have tried many methods and found nothing. I suddenly called him a naughty boy, and he reacted like an ordinary person. When he talked about the poems he wrote when he was young, he seemed to know nothing about it. When he called me, it was not the same as before.

It’s a title. And looking at his behavior, it doesn’t look like him. It should be noted that even though people will grow up, their personality and habits are difficult to change.”

Huangfu Zhaoye frowned: "According to this, this son is not what you are looking for."

Emperor Ping was silent for a moment: "We will discuss it after the prince has seen it."

Huangfu Zhaoye said: "The prince doesn't know about this yet, do you want to inform him in advance?"

Emperor Ping shook his head: "It's only when it comes out of the blue that you can see the truth."

Zhong Houde said: "I dare to ask your majesty, if the prince denies the same, then it shows that he is not the same person, how should he be treated..."

Huangfu Zhaoye said slowly: "Even if you deny it, the similarity is too great and it will inevitably be taken advantage of by people with malicious intentions. Your Majesty has to guard against it."

At this moment, Emperor Ping didn't have the look of a kind and gentle old man on his face. The power of the emperor gradually filled the air: "Use it when it's time, discard it if it's useless, and get rid of it when it's harmful."

The two looked at each other with awe in their hearts: "My lord, I obey your order."

At this moment, Jiang Fan was soaking in the bathtub, and the layer of cold sweat on his body finally gradually subsided.

Lying quietly in the hot water, Jiang Fan closed his eyes and meditated.

The Emperor Ping tonight was very different from the rumors. He meant every word and seemed to be testing something. However, if he hadn't been special, he might not have been able to detect it.

However, there are some things that are Jiang Fan's unique secrets. They are hidden deep in his bones and he never dares to mention them. It took him who knows how many years to get to know them. Even the empress doesn't know about them, and Jiang Fan doesn't dare to mention them.

Think, if she knew, if the world knew, what direction would everything take.

Emperor Ping...isn't easy to get along with.

An old voice came from the darkness: "There were at least three groups of people spying just now."

Jiang Fan hummed: "No need to do anything, they are just watching."

"What are you looking at... This time, I think your kid is very weird..."

Jiang Fan stirred up the water: "I'm watching a show, watching a big show..."

After a long time, Jiang Fan slowly stood up from the bucket, and the steaming water slid down his long hair and shoulders. The mist gradually dissipated, and a crooked vermilion mark suddenly appeared on the spine of his back.
Chapter completed!