Chapter 671

Gao Feng opened his eyes and said somewhat reluctantly.

Gao Yang leaned comfortably on the lounge chair, relaxing his whole body.

"Father, you are wrong. Only with proper rest can you better handle state affairs, and your mind will be clearer."

"Otherwise, if your body is exhausted, it will delay things even more. This is for Da Qian, proper rest, everything... for Da Qian!"

Gao Yang said heavily.

Gao Feng nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Yang'er, what you said is very reasonable. Then... should I rest for a while longer?"

"If Father is really in a hurry, you can also go to the Ministry of Revenue first."

"Good, as you said, press for another half an hour."

The scorching heat gradually disappeared, and the sunlight was no longer so scorching, becoming warm and comfortable.

The golden sunlight passed through the mottled leaves on the willow tree, scattering on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. The lush willow tree stretched its branches, a breeze blew, the leaves swayed, and the four of them leaned on the lounge chairs, comfortably squinting their eyes.

"..."

Imperial Palace.

A quiet hall, darkness shrouded the entire hall, only a few candle flames brought a trace of light. In the center of the hall was a portrait of the Emperor. Looking closely, the brows and eyes were seven parts similar to Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao stood in the middle of the hall, raised her head, looked at this portrait, and a flash of sadness crossed her face.

"Father, you can rest assured in the nine springs. Da Qian is steadily moving upward, no need to worry. Your daughter has obtained a very powerful strategist, his name is Gao Yang!"

"Although this person is somewhat greedy for money and lustful, he is extremely capable. Da Qian, under his vicious schemes, is becoming strong. The things you didn't finish, your daughter will help you finish!"

"Even if I use all means, even if I bear endless infamy..."

Inside the hall, Wu Zhao's self-talking voice sounded, her face full of determination.

But she was not a talkative person, so the entire hall fell into silence most of the time.

After a while, Wu Zhao sighed with emotion.

"Father, after you left, this Imperial Palace was too cold, and your daughter was too lonely..."

"Speaking of which, it's strange. That Gao Yang is clearly a lecher. If someone else looked at your daughter so presumptuously, your daughter would have already skinned him and stuffed him with grass, but when he looks at your daughter, your daughter doesn't get angry at all..."

"Father, why is this?"

Wu Zhao talked to herself; only here could she reveal her inner heart and relax the pressure on her whole body.

At this moment, she was not the high-and-mighty Emperor Wu Zhao, but a little girl who had unloaded all the pressure and was as carefree as before.

Knock, knock!

Outside the hall, a knock on the door sounded. Almost at this instant, Wu Zhao's whole body returned to the coldness of the past, permeating an endless nobility.

"What is it?" Wu Zhao said coldly.

Shangguan Wan'er's voice sounded, "Your Majesty, the Minister of Revenue has entered the palace to seek an audience."

In an instant, Wu Zhao frowned, "Gao Yang?"

"How could he enter the palace?"

But Wu Zhao still stood up and said to the portrait, "Father, your daughter will come to see you again in a while."

Then, Wu Zhao turned and took a step, pushed open the hall door, revealing that majestic face.

"Where is Gao Yang?"

Wu Zhao asked.

"He is waiting for Your Majesty in the Imperial Study."

Soon, Wu Zhao arrived at the Imperial Study.

As soon as she pushed open the door of the Imperial Study, she happened to see Gao Yang picking up a snack from the dragon desk and stuffing it into his mouth.

Wu Zhao's face turned black, and then she stepped directly into the Imperial Study.

"Lord Gao is really treating the Imperial Palace more and more like his own home, eating whatever he wants."

Gao Yang also smiled sheepishly; he didn't expect Wu Zhao to come back so coincidentally.

And she walked without making a sound, which was awkward.

But after all, he was an old hand, and having a thick skin was a must.

"Your subject knows that Your Majesty is an emperor through the ages and has always been informal, so I dared to be casual. Otherwise, even if I had ten more heads, I wouldn't dare!"

Wu Zhao was so angry she laughed; she had finally seen Gao Yang's thick skin.

"Enough, stop flattering me. What do you want with me?"

Gao Yang said honestly, "Your subject wants to do a little business with Your Majesty."