Meng Huan could not help but bite him when he was angry, tiger teeth pointed, biting behind Lin Bozhou’s ear until it turned red. However, Lin Bozhou curved his lips, did not say anything, and seemed to enjoy Meng Huan’s little tantrum in his arms, leaning against the back of the carriage, lazily reclining.

After letting him have fun for a while, Lin Bozhou put his hand around Meng Huan’s buttocks, carried him back to his position to sit down and patted his shoulders. “Listen to Huan Huan’s complaints again when we return to the house.”

For fear that the two people in the carriage would be indecent after rubbing for another while.

Meng Huan also sat down. A few moments later, the carriage stopped, and a voice rang through the curtain. “Your Highness, I heard that Your Highness wants to see this official?”

It was a person from the Court of Censors.

A middle-aged man stood properly, wearing official clothes.

Lin Bozhou lifted the curtain with one hand, and his voice was gentle. “Imperial Censor Wang.”

Imperial Censor Wang approached and walked to the carriage. Lin Bozhou said softly, “The Court of Censors is responsible for correcting the words and deeds of all officials. Recently, the court’s atmosphere is not very good, and war has broken out in Liaodong, so it is necessary to purify the atmosphere to calm the rumors. This is the time for the Court of Censors to do its part. In these few days, expose officials’ crimes to the imperial court, present a memorial to the emperor, and expose the charges of dereliction of duty officials to the court. Do not care about anyone’s sentiment.”

Hearing these words, the imperial censor’s heart shook. As far as those who understood the court’s situation knew, the only things that needed Lin Bozhou to purify were Elder Cui and the Liaodong’s war. Lin Bozhou reminded him that the situation had changed, and it was time to impeach Elder Cui and his accomplices.

The court was about to launch a significant change.

Imperial Censor Wang nodded his head and trembled in fear. “This official understood.”

The curtain was lowered again. Assuming that Imperial Censor Wang had already gone far away, Shan Xing hesitated for a long time beside him, scratching his head, and could not help but speak. “Your Highness?”

“What?”

Shan Xing was apprehensive but had to say, “Now that the foreign enemy is invading, is it better not to start party disputes within the court? We must first secure the interior before fighting against the outsiders. Elder Cui is deeply rooted in the court, so he may not be able to be brought down for the time being, and there is a possibility that his party will recoil. What if it accidentally stirs up the court and adds to the trouble of fighting the foreigners in Liaodong?”

Shan Xing’s worry was not unreasonable.

Only a united court could have the team spirit to control the army perfectly against the enemy and increase the mobilization efficiency to the utmost, so it was better to be as united as possible internally when fighting externally.

“But things have become so urgent that we can’t wait any longer,” said Lin Bozhou. “If Elder Cui is not brought down, he might fight to the death and use Liaodong to revolt against the court. In addition, Mao Chengchang that waste certainly can not guard the Dusi. This prince will soon have to leave the capital to defend outside the Pass. This prince is already in conflict with Cui Renfang. Even if we don’t get rid of him for now, he will think of ways to kill this prince. Once this prince leaves the court, he has much room to move. If the disaster is not removed, it is difficult to keep this prince’s back safe.”

Shan Xing understood his dilemma. “Your Highness has a point.”

“As soon as possible,” said Lin Bozhou. “Liaodong will last at most another half month, and Cui Renfang must be convicted to death in this half month. We must also have people impeach him and scold all his cronies and whoever dares to cause trouble.”

Lin Bozhou’s method had always been swift and decisive. The war in Liaodong happened suddenly and accelerated all the strife. He had to seize the opportunity under all the unpredictable things.

The carriage fell silent.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and wondered what else could have gone wrong. Cui Renfang’s charges were there, and the people who impeached him were there……

What else could be changed?

The only variable was Emperor Xuan He.

Suddenly, Lin Bozhou lifted his eyelids.

The dark light under his eyes became brighter, and his tone was like an unsheathed knife, his words full of killing intent. “Immediately arrest the eldest young master of the Cui family! Catch him alive if you can, and catch him dead if you can’t. Find a place to lock him up or bury him, and don’t allow him to set foot in the imperial palace again.”

If he were killed, His Majesty would certainly be angry.

But he might whisper something in His Majesty’s ear, so he had to be killed.

Lin Bozhou wanted to kill all of them now.

In the imperial court, people could not stand firm without being ruthless.

Shan Xing realized the seriousness of the matter. “Orders received.”

A row of fast horses departed from Lin Bozhou and went straight to the Northern Zhenfu Division in search of Luo Juan. He was Lin Bozhou’s special executioner, and Luo Juan arranged all the tasks of killing people, handling them cleanly and never leaving any trace.

The carriage fell back into silence. Meng Huan’s eyes flickered, his fair and handsome little face tilted up, the deer-like eyes were clear and pure, and the full crimson lips were slightly open, apparently listening to everything and staring at him with rapt attention.

Meng Huan was clean and had no hint of blood on his body.

It was only then that Lin Bozhou remembered.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze fell to Meng Huan’s cheeks.

Generally speaking, when he dealt with murder, he didn’t want to be in front of Meng Huan. His wife was pure and kind; even if a person must die, it was a life, and Meng Huan would have a psychological shock.

He didn’t want a bloodstained murderer sleeping next to Meng Huan, who would wake up from a dream and feel strange seeing his face.

Lin Bozhou brushed his jade-like earlobe. “Scared?”

Meng Huan didn’t say anything but just took Lin Bozhou’s hand.

Meng Huan’s hands were well-built, with long, thin fingers, white and pure like a delicate shallot, soft and fair, with delicate strength, unlike the ones holding swords and weapons with rough and robust palms.

When this pair of white, soft hands held some hideous things, unsteadily stroking and shakily teasing it, the scene would be delightful.

Meng Huan stroked his hand, bringing up an inexplicable itching sensation. He hung his head, the fairness of the section around his ear and neck almost glowed with a faint velvet light, and it extended into his lapel, looking clean and spotless.

He gently pinched Lin Bozhou’s fingers but did not answer the question.

Not knowing what he was thinking, but after a long time, he suddenly made up his mind, came close, and kissed Lin Bozhou’s lips petulantly.

“Husband.”

Obediently and coyly, the deliberate currying for favor was obvious.

Suddenly acting coquettishly, Lin Bozhou was vaguely aware of something and gently pinched his earbud.

“Hmm?”

Meng Huan pecked his lips again, rubbed into his arms, and smiled good-naturedly and sweetly.

“Husband is going to war. Can you take your wife with you?”

“……?” Lin Bozhou’s lips were slightly pursed.

Meng Huan’s almond eyes opened wide, appearing more petulant. “Husband, I love you so much; I can’t live without you.”

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