Wu Chuncheng slowly walked into the imperial study and stopped in front of the desk, "Your Majesty, please call me."
Behind the desk, Ning Tianyuan raised his face and said, "The Queen has successfully given birth to the prince. You are the palace manager, so naturally you are responsible for this celebration."
Wu Chuncheng responded hurriedly, "Yes, I will prepare now!"
Glancing quietly at Ning Tianyuan behind the table, he slowly turned around, raised his right foot, stepped up, put it down, and then raised his left foot...
Ning Tianyuan looked at his steps which were obviously dragging more than usual.
"etc."
When Wu Chuncheng heard this, he immediately turned around and said, "Your Majesty, do you have any other orders?"
Ning Tianyuan didn't answer, he just raised his voice and gave the order.
"Come in!"
The figure flashed, and the general manager of Longhu Camp flew into the room.
"How?" Ning Tianyuan asked.
The camp leader glanced at Wu Chuncheng, who was standing in the room, and said, "Back to the emperor, we have captured more than ten people, but none of them are slaves. The minions are still trying to find them."
Ning Tianyuan didn't make a sound, as if he was deep in thought, but his eyes glanced across Wu Chuncheng's face.
"Ahem!" Wu Chuncheng coughed lightly, "Your Majesty... are you looking for someone?"
Ning Tianyuan raised his face, "Do you have any idea?"
"Slave..." Wu Chuncheng lowered his face and lowered his waist slightly, "Slave, you still don't know who the emperor is looking for?"
An imperceptible smile flashed in Ning Tianyuan's eyes, and then he slightly raised his chin towards the chief of Longhu Camp.
"The person the emperor is looking for is Murong Jinglun, the orphan of the Murong family who was once rumored to be dead. Now, we know that he is missing a left arm and is in the capital." The general camp leader briefly introduced the situation to Wu Chuncheng.
Wu Chuncheng pretended to frown and thought for a while, then raised his face and glanced at Ning Tianyuan.
"Your Majesty, I have a plan, but it's not a good one!"
"Say!" Ning Tianyuan put down the cinnabar pen in his hand, "No matter what you say, I will forgive you this time!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wu Chuncheng picked up his robe and knelt down with tears in his eyes, "When Concubine Yi heard about the death of the fake Murong Jinglun, she reacted so violently. I'm afraid there seems to be some ulterior secret between the two.
, Of course, this is just the slave's speculation. The slave is just saying that if...if there is really something between them, or we can use Concubine Yi as bait to lure him to show up."
"This..." The general camp leader quietly looked at Ning Tianyuan's face, and there was hesitation on his face.
Concubine Yi was the emperor's daughter. Wu Chuncheng's suggestion was alluding to the unclear relationship between Concubine Yi and Murong Jinglun.
Being cuckolded by someone else's man is something that even ordinary men would not accept, not to mention, this is the emperor.
Ning Tianyuan's eyebrows jumped anxiously, but he quickly suppressed the strange color in his eyes.
"Chuncheng, do you really think this plan will work?"
He bit the word "thought" very hard, as if he was not talking, but as if he was going to bite someone into pieces.
Wu Chuncheng bowed his head and knelt on the ground.
My back was covered with sweat.
"Your Majesty, you only need to try it once and you will know!"
Ning Tianyuan's fingers slowly tightened.
"Dragon Tiger Camp!"
These three words already contained suppressed anger.
"Here!" The main camp leader of Longhu Camp also raised the hem of his robe and knelt on the ground.
Both of them have been with the emperor for many years, and naturally they have already felt Ning Tianyuan's thunderous wrath.