Gu Yihan seemed absent-mindedly listening to the ministers' reports on their respective official duties.
When the scattered dynasty was approaching, Gu Yihan left General Song Quan.
When the civil and military officials faded away in the Golden Palace, only General Song stayed, Gu Yihan then raised his eyes faintly.
His handsome and profound eyebrows and eyes were quietly looking at Song Quan.
"Song Aiqing, how many years have you been in the officialdom?"
Song Quan did not expect that the emperor would ask questions with this.
He was stunned for a moment and replied, "Your Majesty, it's been fourteen years."
Gu Yihan held his head thoughtfully: "Is that so long? I vaguely remember that your father has only been seven or eight years since his death?"
Song Quan nodded silently: "Yes, my father passed away for seven years."
Gu Yihan raised his head and sighed softly: "Eight years ago, I visited Pingyin County and was assassinated. It was your father who sacrificed his life to protect him, but he ended up suffering from serious illness.
Later, he fell ill on the couch. I went to see him once and saw that he could only lie on the couch. I was afraid that he would not be able to go to the ground again in the second half of my life. I secretly asked him if he had regretted it.
But he told me with tears: He will take care of the king's worries. His life is for me. As a minister, if he cannot share the worries of those who are superior, he will be dereliction of duty."
Song Quan said nothing, not knowing what the emperor intended to mention his late father suddenly.
However, when he remembered his father's life, his eyes were inevitably moist.
Gu Yihan looked at the table silently with his fingertips: "Song Quan, for your father's sake, I have pretended to be confused about your mistakes in the past few years and have let you go several times."
Song Quan was shocked. Although Gu Yihan's tone was neither happy nor angry, it still made him sweat.
He quickly knelt down: "The grace of the emperor is unforgettable."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Gu Yihan's drooping eyebrows.
Unforgettable? It’s so hard to bully his precious daughter?!
Gu Yihan restrained his expression and pretended to lament.
"So now, I have something to hand over to you. If you can't do it well, don't blame me for disregarding the face of the Old General Song."
Song Quan hurriedly kowtowed: "Please give me instructions!"
"A few days ago, I was plagued by nightmare and worried that the princess was troubled by the demon fox. Considering that the monks suggested going to the Tianshan Mountains too far, I thought of a compromise solution for so many days.
I plan to send the princess to the imperial tomb in the suburbs of Beijing, so that she can rest there, and there will be blessings from the ancestors. I believe that with the suppression of the dragon energy, the demon fox will leave on its own soon."
Song Quan was stunned and hesitated.
Sent to the imperial tomb? Then does he still have a chance to succeed?
However, Gu Yihan did not give him a chance to think.
"I hope you will lead your troops and escort the princess forward. To the outside world, I only say that the princess will take care of her health. So, I have only found you whom I can trust to do this. Can you take on this important task?"
Song Quan hesitated and gritted his teeth and said, "I will accept the order! I will definitely live up to the emperor's instructions!"
Agree first!
At least the little princess is in the imperial tomb, and he can do it, which is easier for her to succeed than in the palace!
Gu Yihan pursed his lips quietly.
"Since that's the case, you go back and prepare. Remember not to reveal the truth to others. Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for you at Zhuque Gate. Song Quan, don't mess up the matter this time, it will be bad if I let it down."
Song Quan agreed repeatedly.
After so many days, he thought the emperor was reluctant to send the little princess away.
Unexpectedly, the emperor was still careless!
After Song Quan left, Gu Yihan's eyes became darker.
He leaned against the dragon chaise, his thin lips showed an extremely ironic ridicule.