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However, in this situation, Fang Zilan didn't have time to think about it carefully, and immediately told Pei Xiaoze and said, "Mr. Pei was drunk on the Ouyang family's table today. Why did he run to the Prime Minister's Mansion to be crazy?"

"I..." As soon as Pei Xiaoze opened his mouth, he was pinched hard by Fang Zilan in secret and said with a strong sense of angrily: "Today's affairs not only involve the reputation of Lord Pei and Miss Fang Er, but also concern my face. I have a bad temper. If I hear any words in the future, I will cut off the tongues of other people present today and feed the dog."

She said the last sentence very seriously, which scared the housekeeper and the maids and servants so much that they were trembling and hurriedly saluted and said not to dare.

Pei Xiaoze's lips were pursed into a straight line, staring at Fang Zitong tightly, but saw her turning back to the inner courtyard without saying a word.

"Mr. Pei, are you waiting to be invited out by the Prime Minister's Mansion, or go out with me?" Fang Zilan said as she let go of her hand and slowly sorted out her sleeves.

Pei Xiaoze didn't say anything, just said goodbye, and turned around and left.

Fang Zilan glanced around the others in the yard, her eyes were cold, which was obvious warning, which made them dare not act rashly. It was not until she walked out of the mansion that the butler breathed a sigh of relief, and her legs were so weak that she almost staggered over.

"Please stay, Lord Fang." Pei Xiaoze called Fang Zilan, and she stopped and looked at him, "What do Lord Pei want to say to me?"

"I just want to know why Miss Fang Er wants... to..." Pei Xiaoze couldn't say anything, and Fang Zilan said seriously: "If you want to know the answer, you need to answer me a question first."

Pei Xiaoze took a step forward, got closer to Fang Zilan, and said, "Master Fang, may I ask."

"Why did you ask me to explain the official service before I entered the government office?" Fang Zilan asked suddenly. Even Pei Xiaoze couldn't help but be stunned for a while before saying, "At that time, Lord Fang was the Duke of the Northern Kingdom, even after entering the government office, even if he was not my direct boss..."

"Enough, I understand." Fang Zilan suddenly interrupted Pei Xiaoze's words. He didn't understand, so he said, "What is this mean by Lord Fang?"

Fang Zilan calmed her expression, "If Lord Pei wants to know the answer, you might as well ask your good cousin, Duke of the Kingdom of Ng. Ask him what he did, I guess you will know."

"My cousin..." Pei Xiaoze's expression was dim and unclear. Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "If I guess well, if you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion today, your cousin's person will give you the news, right?"

A trace of shock appeared on Pei Xiaoze's face. Fang Zilan ignored him and went straight to the carriage to return home.

After half a day passed, Fang Zilan felt more and more headaches. She didn't know if the sobering soup was useless or because of the troubles of these many farces.

First, Huangfu Xin retired from his marriage with Ouyang Zirou, then Fang Zitong wanted to marry Pei Yuqing, and finally Pei Xiaoze...

Thinking of this, Fang Zilan couldn't help but curse, her eyesight on people was really bad. At the beginning, she thought Pei Xiaoze was a man who could think carefully about women, but she never thought that he was just because of her high position and power.

Speaking of that day at the back door of Pei's mansion, Pei Xiaoze claimed that he had a deep affection with the woman named Lian Niang, but he hid the other person in the room with an injustice. He was in his arms with a soft jade and warm fragrance, but he never thought about Lian Niang at all. Isn't this just selfishness?

This makes sense. Pei Yuqing had long seen through Pei Xiaoze's selfishness in his bones, so he deliberately sent him news, knowing that with his nature, he would definitely come to the prime minister's house to have such a fuss.

The fire has already started. If someone adds firewood, some fans the air, and some urges the fire...

Fang Zilan heard a buzzing sound in her mind, and then there was a chaos left. Her intuition told her that this was like a fire, which would burn more and more, even...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she had to urge the coachman to go back home quickly. After returning home, she went straight to the warmhouse and sat next to the brazier.

After Mo Han heard that Fang Zilan had returned to her house, he came to the warm room to look for her, but saw that she was shrunk into a ball.

"Sister Lan, what's wrong with you?" Mo Han hurried to her side. Just as she was about to reach out to touch her forehead, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him steadily and said, "Mo Han, I think something is going to happen."

A mindless sentence made Mo Han stop his movements and frowned slightly, "What does it mean?"

Fang Zilan talked about what he saw and heard outside today. Mo Han looked a little solemn after hearing this, "Sister Lan, your intuition is good. If I think well, the Duke of the Kingdom of China targets the Fang family with the purpose of suppressing the poor."

"A poor family?" Fang Zilan repeated the word and listened to him continue: "All things are traced to the source. If you can kill them from the source, it is the best way. I remember Sister Lan, you once told me that the new officials in your government office entered the officialdom under the name of a disciple of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Most of the newly promoted poor students in each prefecture and department also came from the Prime Minister's School. It is not an exaggeration to say that they were disciples of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Fang Zilan interrogated: "The reform of the administration emphasizes fairness and is relatively biased towards poor families. The prime minister's prime minister's school is the best source of talent. If this source can be cut off, even if it cannot be completely suppressed, it will make it difficult for poor families to stand out."

"That's the reason." Mo Han nodded slightly, "But as you said, Miss Fang Er is not a good person, especially for being soft but not hard. I think Duke Jing has grasped her weakness."

"Fang Zitong's weakness?" Fang Zilan thought for a while and said, "She has two weaknesses, one is the queen in the palace, and the other is the Fang family. The former will not lose even if she faces the Empress Dowager. The latter..."

She paused, "With the Prime Minister supporting him, who can do anything to the Fang family?"

Mo Han sighed, "The Fang family has the biggest handle. Once it is mastered by others, it is possible to destroy the entire Fang family, let alone control the prime minister."

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and heard him say word by word: "Sister Lan, your true identity is the biggest handle of the Fang family."

Fang Zilan changed her expression. Now she is the highest person on the cusp of the capital. Her two identities - Miss Fang San and Zixiu, the Ghost Sect. No matter which level is exposed, it will be stormy waves, and the Fang family will be surrounded by it...

Mo Han raised his hand to hold her shoulder, "This is just my guess. What's more, even if the Duke of the Kingdom of China really knows that you are Miss Fang San, he will not rashly take this handle as a sword and head straight towards you. Regardless of the distinction between civil and military officials, you will say that your mansion is small and the Duke of China is standing behind the entire Pei family. If he cannot guarantee his escape, then killing you will be of no benefit. But if he turns the sword forward and heads towards the Fang family, it will be very different."

He said, "The Duke of the State uses this handle to deal with the Fang family. I am afraid that if the soldiers are not bloody, they can get what they want."

"But the Prime Minister is not a weak person who is easy to bully. He..." Fang Zilan did not continue, Mo Han looked unbearable, "To put it bluntly, if you can't write two square characters in one stroke, it depends on how the Prime Minister decides."

"No!" Fang Zilan suddenly stood up, "If this matter is really related to me, I..."

Mo Han suddenly spoke and stopped her words, "Sister Lan, what can you do?"

The first impression becomes a stereotype—

Fang Ziqin: Be careful when dealing with people, check when employed people, and be more demanding in exams.

Fang Zilan: I reflect on it...
Chapter completed!