"Sir, are we just going to watch?"
The old steward originally wanted Wang Fu to step forward, but he didn't expect this guy to cower and become a turtle.
"It's different times now. It's better to have less trouble than more. We'll talk about it later! It's just setting up a stage, what new tricks can they come up with?"
Since Wang Fu had already said that, even if the old steward was unwilling, he could only suppress his anger for now.
"Is this old guy so cowardly?"
Seeing that the high platform was almost twenty feet high, but there was still no movement from Wang Fu inside, Zong Ying, who was watching the excitement from the tavern outside the long street, was a little puzzled.
"This is a critical moment. How dare that old guy offend Lin Ling Su at this time? Don't look at Lin Ling Su as just a charlatan; this guy is truly incompetent and makes things worse."
Seeing Zong Ying's curious expression, Han Mo said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, what's going on between you and Lin Ling Su? Wang Fu is now the Grand Minister of State. If any news leaks out while he's helping you with this, what will happen to him later?"
After watching the excitement, Zong Ying lowered his voice and asked.
"The heavenly secrets cannot be revealed! Alright, the excitement is over, I'm going home to catch up on sleep!"
As Han Mo spoke, he stretched his back.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, what's the big deal! By the way, the Prince has specifically selected two loyal subordinates from his guards. They are both new faces, and they will accompany you to your post this time!"
Seeing Han Mo about to leave, Zong Ying quickly said.
"Then please thank the Prince on my behalf. There's no need to send them off, just have them wait for me five miles outside the city at Wu Li Po!"
On one hand, Han Mo truly lacked capable personnel around him. On the other hand, he knew that these were also Zhao Zhen's spies placed beside him.
However, at the very least, Han Mo had no disloyalty in assisting Zhao Zhen.
Having these two people around could also reassure Zhao Zhen, so he agreed without hesitation.
"Brother Han, see you in Bianliang!"
"See you in Bianliang!"
Han Mo smiled and left directly.
With so many Taoist priests from the Shenxiao Palace setting up a ritual altar on the street, such a major event naturally attracted a lot of attention.
However, although there were many onlookers, there wasn't a single one who dared to cause trouble.
It wasn't until the evening of the next day that nine high platforms rose from the ground.
Accompanied by hundreds of Taoist priests, Lin Ling Su led the Emperor to the platform in the middle.
"Your Majesty, you only need to sit here for an hour, and all calamities will naturally be dispelled!"
Although the platform was temporarily erected, it was known from the beginning that the middle platform was for the Emperor.
Therefore, its sturdiness was naturally incomparable to other ritual altars.
Even with a dozen guards standing on the platform, which was ten feet square, the central position still seemed very spacious.
"I understand!"
This was Zhao Ji's first time participating in such an event, and he found everything around him to be very novel.
He often visited Bianliang City, but standing so high was truly a first.
Seeing that the Emperor had agreed, Lin Ling Su immediately began his performance.
In fact, there was nothing new; it was all old tricks.
He simply moved all the tricks he usually performed onto the high platform.
First, he performed a set of sword techniques, and then he sat there chanting incantations.
While Lin Ling Su was busy and lively, the Emperor Zhao Ji was extremely bored.
After sitting for a while, he immediately became restless and started looking around.
"Whose residence is this? The gilded and jade-inlaid decorations are quite luxurious, but they are also rather vulgar!"
Zhao Ji, the scholarly and artistic Emperor, was filled with artistic cells.
Although he was just idly chatting, in just a glance, he spotted more than a dozen flaws in the design of this residence.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, that seems to be Prime Minister Wang's mansion!"
"So it's his place, that's not surprising!"
After hearing the eunuch say this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but chuckle. After all that talk, it turned out to be Wang Fu's residence.
It must be said that this style truly suited Wang Fu's personality.
"And that one across the street, whose house is that?"
However, as he was laughing, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right. It was not surprising that the simpleton Wang Fu had decorated his home like this.
But the courtyard across the street was quite interesting. Not only was its scale much larger than Wang Fu's residence, but its layout and scenery were undoubtedly more reasonable, even comparable to Cai Jing's courtyard.
This was Bianliang City, where every inch of land was precious. Such a large residence was almost equivalent to a prince's mansion.
What was even more important was that it was located right next to the mansion of Prime Minister Wang Fu.
"This... this humble one doesn't know..."
The eunuchs around Zhao Ji were all astute people. Seeing the Emperor's expression, they knew they might have caused trouble. At this moment, how could they dare to speak?
"Send someone to investigate whose residence this is. If you can't figure it out, you won't need your heads!"
Zhao Ji's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice.
"Your Majesty..."
The eunuchs around Zhao Ji immediately knelt on the ground. How could this be something they could discuss...
"If you don't speak, drag them all out and beat them to death!"
These people had been serving him for many years. Just by looking at them, he knew that these guys were definitely lying.
"Your Majesty, that... that is Grand Marshal Liang's villa..."
"Grand Marshal Liang?"
Seeing their timid appearance, Zhao Ji had already guessed something. The reason he forced them to tell the truth was simply to confirm it.
Thinking about the past events, and then thinking about how Liang Shicheng had spared no effort in speaking well of Wang Fu to him.
Zhao Ji's expression suddenly began to become increasingly displeased.
However, at this moment, Wang Fu, dressed in brocade, slowly walked out of a side room in Liang Shicheng's villa...
Even hearing the commotion here, he specifically turned his head slowly to look.
Although the distance between them was still more than ten feet, Wang Fu's plump figure, combined with the brocade robe bestowed by the emperor, made it extremely difficult for the Emperor to mistake him...
Zhao Ji had left the palace today. To avoid the attention of the civil officials, he had first gone to the Shenxiao Palace, changed into a Taoist robe there, and then mingled with the crowd of Taoist priests to come here.
The imperial guards accompanying him, apart from the dozen or so personal guards and eunuchs, the rest were all left at the Shenxiao Palace.
It wasn't the first time the Emperor had visited the Shenxiao Palace. He went out about once every ten days to half a month, so even Wang Fu hadn't expected the Emperor to personally come here.
And by sheer bad luck, he happened to emerge from the secret passage at this exact moment...
It could only be said that Han Mo's luck was too good, and Lin Ling Su's choice of location was incredibly cunning...