The North Korean official with a goatee was about to speak. Jin Xueyuan lowered her head and did not look at the crowd. She said: "I just fell asleep. Sorry for waiting."
With that said, Jin Xueyuan stepped off the carriage on a small wooden stool.
It was just that Jin Xueyuan almost fell down with a soft kick.
Fortunately, Jin Xueyuan's personal maid quickly supported her with quick hands and eyes, but the maid only felt that the princess's body was hot, and her pretty face, which had avoided the eyes of everyone, was actually covered with a drunken redness and tiny beads of sweat.
"Princess, are you okay?" the maid asked nervously.
"No, it's okay."
As soon as Jin Xueyuan opened his mouth, the maid who grew up with Jin Xueyuan felt something was wrong.
This voice was so soft and soft... As a woman, she felt a little unbearable after hearing it.
"Go back first."
Jin Xueyuan also noticed that her condition had not yet recovered, so she said something in a low voice and hurriedly took the maid into the post house.
The other North Korean officials looked at each other, suppressed their doubts, and went back.
The carriage stopped in place for a moment, and then Li Chen slowly got up and planned to go out.
Just as he raised his hand to lift the door curtain, he heard a man's voice coming from outside without any warning.
"Zhou Ping'an, the servant of the Joseon Dynasty, meets His Royal Highness Prince Huang of the Qin Dynasty."
This man's voice without warning made Li Chen stunned for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a terrifying murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
When facing Jin Xueyuan, he said it was simple and relaxed, but in fact he was not really crazy. He knew very well what kind of storm would be caused once the incident between him and Jin Xueyuan spread.
Zhao Xuanji alone would cling to this excuse and at least charge him with the crime of being a prince.
If one operation is not done well, it will directly affect the direction of the relationship between the Qin Dynasty and Joseon Dynasty.
So Jin Xueyuan said that paper cannot contain fire, but Li Chen wants the fire to burn through the paper at least after he ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor. Before that, the cover must not be lifted.
The silence of the carriage did not allow Zhou Pingan to leave easily.
He still bent over, folded his palms in front of his head, and maintained a saluting posture.
After a long time, Li Chen's voice came from the carriage.
"How did you know it was me?"
Zhou Ping'an remained motionless and replied: "Guess."
"you guessed right."
Li Chen said calmly: "But where do you have the confidence to believe that I will not become angry and kill you to keep the secret?"
There was a trace of nervousness in Zhou Ping An's voice, and he said: "Ping An, I am not sure."
"Ah."
Li Chen chuckled lightly and opened the door curtain generously. He stood on the carriage and looked at Zhou Ping'an who was bowing under the snow, and said: "Since I'm not sure, I still want to do such a risky thing. I want to find another way."
Are you trying to be mysterious, or are you just plain brainless?"
Zhou Pingan replied: "Ping An's mouth is the strictest."
Shaking his head, Li Chen said: "That's wrong, only the mouth of a dead person can be harsh."
"To kill Ping An is just a matter of flipping a finger for Your Highness, but if Ping An is left behind, it will be of great benefit to Your Highness. Your Highness is one of the best among people, and will surely reach the top in the future. You should also know that the role of a living person is not that of a dead person.
