Chapter 447

Chen Yan stroked the wine cup, his gaze sharpened, and he looked at Father Grand Chancellor. His lowered voice was wrapped in the smell of alcohol, but every word was clear: "Grand Chancellor, what do you think of the current Emperor?"

Yuwen Hu turned his fingertips lightly on the handle of the wine pot, his eyes narrowed into two deep slits, and a low murmur rolled from his throat: "The current Emperor?"

The tail sound was dragged very lightly, but it was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing dark undercurrents to ripple in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes, his gaze had faded from the previous gloom, adding a touch of penetrating sharpness, which fell straight on Chen Yan's face, and he asked: "A Yan, what do you want to express?"

"It's just us here, no need to beat around the bush, just speak directly..."

Yuwen Hu understood Chen Yan and knew that with his personality, he would never mention it without reason...

He must have noticed something!

Chen Yan blinked, his gaze swept across the dishes on the table, and fell back to the wine cup in front of him, with a touch of deliberation that was deliberately slowed down: "Your subordinate just feels that although he is young, he is not as simple as he looks on the surface..."

Because the object of discussion was the Emperor, even if it was a puppet emperor without real power, Chen Mouren's wording was still extremely cautious.

Moreover, although the number of contacts was not many, he could always capture a feeling of restraint from Yuwen Yong...

Yuwen Hu hooked a very faint arc at the corners of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and his voice carried a touch of understanding clarity: "I understand what you mean..."

He paused and continued to ask: "A Yan, do you want me to be more careful and guard against him?"

Hearing this, Chen Yan nodded solemnly and said word by word: "Exactly."

Yuwen Hu raised his hand to pick up the wine cup, tapped the rim of the cup with his knuckles, and shook it lightly. The amber-colored wine swirled in the cup.

He tilted his head and took a sip, a determined smile spreading in his eyes, and his tone was full of confidence in controlling the overall situation: "Rest assured, the military and political power in the court, as well as the Forbidden Army in the palace, are all in my hands; what could possibly go wrong?"

When he put down the wine cup, the bottom of the cup touched the desk, making a light sound. He flicked his fingertips lightly on the rim of the cup, and the subject changed slightly, carrying a touch of casual commentary: "And A Yong is much more sensible and gentle than the late Emperor..."

Judging from the performance of the current Emperor since he ascended the throne for more than half a year, it was completely different from the late Emperor Yuwen Yan, even a world of difference.

Yuwen Yong was what one would call well-behaved...

Whether it was political affairs or military affairs, he didn't ask about anything, nor did he secretly cultivate death warriors or do stupid things.

Every day in the palace, besides reading, he was just making babies with the Empress and consorts...

He could be called a perfect puppet!

Hearing this, Chen Yan's brows twisted tightly into a deep mark. He leaned forward, his voice lowered deep and urgent, carrying unhideable worry: "Grand Chancellor, you can know a person's face but not their heart!"

"Those are all things that can be faked..."

It is precisely because of this that it makes people feel even more wary!

Those gentleness, knowing when to advance or retreat, and obedience are all things that can be faked.

Now that Father Grand Chancellor holds great power, if he doesn't hide his sharpness, does he want to openly oppose him and follow in Yuwen Yan's footsteps?

Chen Mouren himself is a master of acting, so he can better understand the terror of such people...

Once they make a move, it's aimed at being fatal!

Yuwen Hu was unhurried. He picked up a chopstick of roasted lamb and sent it into his mouth, chewing slowly, then picked up the wine cup and took a sip of wine, but his gaze always fell on Chen Yan's face.

After swallowing the meat in his mouth, he put down his chopsticks, tapped his fingertips lightly on the desk, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes. He examined his beloved son with great interest and asked: "A Yan, why do I feel that your hostility toward A Yong is so great?"

He paused, looking at Chen Yan's hand gripping the chopsticks, and a touch of probing added to his tone: "Has he offended you in any way?"

Chen Yan almost blurted out, saying decisively: "Never!"

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to realize that he had been too urgent just now. His fingertips quietly loosened the tightly gripped chopsticks, and he took a deep breath, explaining with a touch of concealment: "Your subordinate just feels that His Majesty's attitude is too submissive, to the point of being extremely abnormal..."

He paused and added: "After all, the late Emperor was a restless master!"

Chen Mouren couldn't just say that the historical timeline was gradually overlapping, right?

Yuwen Yong...

Yuwen Yong...

The terminator of the dragon slayer.

But who would believe such ethereal words?

But he couldn't just watch his good father lose his life, right?

He could only try his best to remind him tactfully...

Yuwen Hu looked at Chen Yan, suddenly leaned back against the chair, and laughed heartily: "Hahahaha!"

When the laughter subsided, he raised his hand to wipe the fine lines laughed out at the corners of his eyes, but there was no smile left in his eyes, only bottomless depth, and his tone carried a touch of thought-provoking playfulness: "Can A Yong not be submissive?"

Chen Yan was stunned, baffled by this sudden scene, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by this?"

"He is a smart person..."

Yuwen Hu pursed his lips, the previous calmness instantly faded, and a cold, fierce ferocity spread in his eyes. The jade thumb ring on his finger was turned to make a slight friction sound, and he said with a half-smile: "It's impossible that he couldn't guess why the late Emperor suddenly passed away!"

He paused, the speed of the thumb ring turning slowed down, but the ruthlessness in his eyes was even worse: "It's even more impossible for him to repeat the late Emperor's mistakes..."

"Therefore, submission is a matter of course!"

The last few words were said very lightly, but carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Unless he didn't want his life, otherwise there was only one road to take: pretending to be a grandson...

Chen Yan's pupils shrank slightly, his tense shoulder lines completely slumped, and the worry was replaced by realization. He sighed long: "So you had it all figured out, Grand Chancellor!"

Yuwen Hu hooked a gratified arc at the corners of his mouth, changed into a gentle smile, shook his head, and teased: "Otherwise, did you think that I would be deceived by appearances and be negligent?"

Yuwen Hu had seen all of A Yan's expression changes...

He is a good child, considers things very thoroughly, and is truly thinking for him.

He didn't waste his effort cultivating him, and he didn't waste his kindness to him.

Chen Yan stood up, clasped his hands and bowed, his waist and abdomen bent into a respectful arc, and said in a low voice: "Your subordinate was overthinking!"

Seeing this, Yuwen Hu raised his hand and pressed it lightly on the back of Chen Yan's hand. A flash of imperceptible sharpness crossed his eyes, but his tone remained gentle, though every word hid a sense of total control: "Rest assured, there are countless pairs of eyes in the palace watching him for me!"

Chen Yan bent his waist a bit more, his eyes full of undisguised respect, and said loudly: "Grand Chancellor is sagacious!"

This is the level and vigilance a powerful minister should have...

There is no need for him to worry too much at all.

"Come!"

Yuwen Hu smiled and pulled hard, dragging the bowing Chen Yan to straighten up, and patted his arm lightly: "Drink!"

Chen Yan sat down accordingly, quickly picked up the wine cup on the desk with both hands, tilted the rim of the cup slightly, and smiled: "Your subordinate toasts you!"

After the two clinked glasses, they tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their cups in one gulp.

Chen Yan placed the empty wine cup lightly on the desk, phrased his words slightly, and asked: "I wonder if the Grand Chancellor can promise your subordinate one thing?"

"What matter?"

Yuwen Hu picked up a chopstick of steamed sea bass, his eyes carrying a casual gentleness, and said: "Let me hear it..."

Chen Yan took a deep breath and said solemnly: "You must never be alone in a room with His Majesty!"

He paused and exhorted: "Even if you enter the palace, you must have personal guards with you to protect you at all times..."

Chen Mouren is truly afraid that Father Grand Chancellor will be slapped to death as in history...

If the big tree falls, wouldn't he, the number one hound, be the first target to be liquidated?

He doesn't want to lose his family even more...

Yuwen Hu pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his brows stained with a touch of gratification, and said repeatedly: "Good, good, good, I promise, everything is up to you!"

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "You child is really cautious..."

When the words fell, he also took the opportunity to fill Chen Yan's empty wine cup with wine.

How could Yuwen Hu not know that this child is doing it for his own good?

A little extra caution is never wrong!

"Many thanks, Grand Chancellor!" A heavy stone in Chen Yan's heart fell, and he said in a low voice.

It's not easy to speak clearly about the Wine Announcement...

But as long as Yuwen Yong is not given a chance to make a move, then this future Emperor Wu of Zhou will never be able to turn things around.

Yuwen Hu seemed to remember something, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said: "By the way, although you are no longer Superintendent, you still have to manage the affairs of the Mingjing Si!"

The sharp weapon of the Mingjing Si is still more reassuring in A Yan's hands...

Mingjing Si Supreme Emperor?... Chen Yan's mind inexplicably popped up this term, his eyes lit up, and he clasped his fists and replied: "Obey!"

Calculating it this way, the power has increased instead of decreasing...

"Take some time to see your mother!"

Yuwen Hu exhaled a turbid breath, patted Chen Yan's shoulder lightly, and said: "She hasn't seen you for a long time..."