Meng Cheng stepped into the Cining Palace.
　　He was dressed in a red dragon-patterned suit, and had long since removed his heavy crown, wearing only a gentleman's crown. He looked radiant, and even when he heard that Dong Lingjiu had not yet stood up, he sat down without being arrogant or impatient, and waited in a straight posture.
　　Meng Cheng did not wait too long before Dong Lingjiu came out to see him.
　　Before the two met, she had sent someone to send Zheng Yuheng all the way to the Imperial Hospital, where she was under strict care and avoided the nearest palace road, so that the two would never meet on the road.
　　Meng Cheng stood up to greet his mother, stepped forward to help his mother sit down, and said to her: "This case is over."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him and waited for the next words.
　　"Although my son's imperial edict was issued, it did not specify the specific execution date, so the officials thought there was a chance to turn things around and argued for so long. However, after Mr. Li's letter of apology appeared, the Purple Guards followed the letter of apology and indeed found many unknown lands and houses, all of which were registered under the name of Mr. Li's distant relatives. The amount was unimaginable."
　　The little emperor called Li Zhuo, and still habitually called him Mr. Li.
　　"My son went to court today and put this matter on the imperial desk. Those censors and scholars who were always eloquent became dumb, and no one dared to defend themselves." Meng Cheng's face was written with the words "asking for praise". Dong
　　Lingjiu drank a sip of tea and said, "A few days ago, you were still entangled in the life and death of Li Zhuo."
　　Meng Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses.
　　In this process, Mr. Li's meaning to him seemed to have evolved from a living person and a mentor who was very good to him to a symbol that needed to be judged. In the complicated laws and disputes among officials, he unconsciously weakened his meaning as a person, and only his crime was waiting to be judged.
　　Meng Cheng was silent for a moment, and found that it seemed difficult to be a wise king-an absolutely fair supreme judge and maintain his own character.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Why were you happy just now?"
　　Meng Cheng murmured blankly: "Son..."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him and said, "You are happy to curb corruption, not to slap the faces of those censors and scholars. Sometimes, your grief, sadness, resentment, anger, are not important, but you have to get used to these emotions appearing at the same time and endure them."
　　Meng Cheng replied hesitantly: "Son understands."
　　"You don't understand." Dong Lingjiu sighed and said gently, "But there will always be a day when you understand, sit down."
　　So Meng Cheng sat opposite her.
　　When the two discussed politics again, Meng Cheng was not as excited as before. He seemed to become a little calmer. These growths would be accompanied by more doubts, and would constantly appear in the life of a new emperor.
　　...
　　Zheng Yuheng sat in silence for a day.
　　He was not idle. The work of compiling medical books was still long. The old volumes left by the teacher were vast, and there were damaged and blurred parts in them, which needed to be carefully filled.
　　It was just that in the intervals of busyness, Zheng Yuheng would think of the morning incident again. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. He just took half a step out of the Cining Palace and began to regret it quickly -
　　he didn't have the capital to lose his temper. He just relied on the love of the queen. Besides, even if he was used as a substitute, what would it matter? That was the Queen Mother. If he didn't do it, people who wanted to do this could line up from the Cining Palace to outside the imperial city.
　　Just staying in such a small place like the Imperial Hospital, Zheng Yuheng already felt the envy and jealousy of the people around him.
　　He was distracted, and he was compiling very slowly, and he almost marked the side effects of a medicine wrong. After lunch, he slowly packed up the pages of the book, considering when to go to the palace.
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little unsure. He was so disrespectful today. He wondered if the queen would be angry with him? Would she be nice to him in the future?
　　But he finally went back to the Imperial Hospital, and finally the people who had been waiting for a long time did not come back in vain.
　　Zheng Yuheng packed up his medical box and just stepped out of the door of the Imperial Hospital, he saw a luxurious and exquisite carriage parked outside. Outside, there were tall guards of the princess's mansion. When she saw him coming out, Princess Zhaoyang immediately lifted the curtain and waved to him actively: "Doctor Zheng!"
　　Zheng Yuheng had just been entangled with her mother on the couch. It was okay to see Meng Cheng, he could still hypnotize himself. But when he saw Meng Zhaiyue, the uncontrollable guilt and shame came like a tide.
　　He almost turned back.
　　Meng Zhaiyue became anxious when she saw him stop. She called for the guards to pull him over, and said to him while sitting in the car, "Why are you running away again? I heard that you were back, so I hurried here. Um... I have something to ask you."
　　Zheng Yuheng raised his hand to salute, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness."
　　"Oh, no need for formalities, we know each other very well." Meng Zhaiyue spoke to him familiarly. After saying this, she lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Xu Bingbi is serving the queen mother, and you are also serving in the Cining Palace. These days - have you heard what he said? For example, sweetheart, having a good sister or something like that."
　　Zheng Yuheng recalled that Xu Xiang has always been a quiet person, and he rarely goes out except for official business. He is not the kind of person who would talk about his thoughts, so he said, "Bingbi is diligent and taciturn. I have never heard anything about him."
　　Meng Zhaiyue was stunned. She frowned a little unhappily, puffed up her cheeks, and wondered, "How could I not have heard of it? This princess is a hero who saves a beautiful girl... Isn't it that seeing injustice and helping others with a sword is not enough to move people's hearts?"
　　When she said this, Zheng Yuheng remembered it and said silently, "I heard about it, and the queen heard about it too."
　　Meng Zhaiyue nodded first, and then her face froze quickly: "Ah?"
　　Little Doctor Zheng nodded sincerely: "Your Majesty said it."
　　Meng Zhaiyue's hands and feet were cold, and her spine was numb. She asked nervously: "Did the queen mother say anything?"
　　Zheng Yuheng replied: "It seems not."
　　"What do you mean by 'seem'?" Meng Zhaiyue said anxiously, "This is a matter of whether this golden branch and jade leaf of this palace will fall off its leaves or break its branches!"
　　Zheng Yuheng had no choice but to say, "I really don't know."
　　Meng Zhaiyue raised her hand to her lips, bit her finger bones gently, and frowned with worry. After a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind and said, "No, I have to go to the palace to test it out. Doctor Zheng, you go with me. If something happens, you can help me to speak for me."
　　After that, she looked at this "comrade-in-arms" expectantly.
　　Zheng Yuheng thought to himself, what kind of feelings can I talk about? My current situation is not disgusting to the queen, which is a rare blessing.
　　He was about to refuse, but then he thought that if he went to the palace with the princess, even if the queen was unhappy, she would not refuse to see him... The queen mother was used to giving people room for maneuver, so he could apologize to her. However,
　　although Zheng Yuheng agreed, he could not ride in the same carriage with the princess because of the barrier between men and women. He was not a eunuch like Xu Xiang who had been castrated, so Meng Zhaiyue had someone bring him a horse.
　　Zheng Yuheng looked thin, and Meng Zhaiyue thought that his riding skills might not be good, but that was not the case.
　　Doctor Zheng narrowed his sleeves and climbed onto the horse. Although he was a little unfamiliar with it, it was still obvious that he had a solid foundation and was a very good rider.
　　On the way to the palace, Meng Zhaiyue couldn't help but lift the curtain and chat with him: "There are few medical officers who can ride and shoot. I didn't expect you to be able to control this foreign horse. I wanted someone to lead it." Zheng
　　Yuheng said: "The six arts of a gentleman."
　　Meng Zhaiyue was a little surprised and couldn't help but admire: "If you were a civil servant, you could accompany your brother to the spring hunting in the enclosure next year."
　　Zheng Yuheng responded in a low voice and didn't answer.
　　Meng Zhaiyue's carriage passed the Vermillion Bird Gate and drove into the palace road for most of the way. When she reached a place where riding a horse or driving a carriage was not allowed, she pulled up her skirt and got off the car. She took a thin cape handed by the maid and waved her hand: "No need to change the sedan chair, I'll walk over. I will be dizzy from the sedan chair."
　　The attendants all said yes.
　　However, it was just such a coincidence.
　　Meng Zhaiyue had only walked a few steps with Zheng Taiyi when they ran into the imperial carriage head-on. There was no way to avoid this road. The dragon sedan chair appeared far away on the other side of the corner, and there was no one else on the wide palace road.
　　The princess was very excited. Seeing that her brother seemed to be coming out of the Cining Palace, she immediately wanted to go forward, but the little doctor Zheng beside her did not move his feet. His whole body seemed to be fixed there, and he exuded a very strange and resentful aura.
　　She asked, "What's wrong?"
　　Zheng Yuheng touched the white scarf on his neck, his throat choked, and said, "...I am afraid to see your majesty."
　　"He has a good temper, what's there to be afraid of." The princess said as a matter of course.
　　As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon chariot really stopped in front of him. Meng Cheng, dressed in bright and gorgeous clothes, got off the chariot. He looked at Zheng Yuheng with a sharp gaze, then turned to look at the imperial sister, pointed at him mercilessly and said, "How can you get close to him? Do you know who he is?"
　　Meng Zhaiyue was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion, "Who is he? This is the royal physician of my mother."
　　"This person has a bad temper," Meng Cheng felt that he was right. "I just rewarded him yesterday, and today he missed the opportunity to check my mother's pulse. Such an arrogant person is not suitable to accompany my mother."
　　Zheng Yuheng endured and endured, and did not argue with him. If Meng Cheng had not come early in the morning to ruin the queen's mood, he would not have left the Cining Palace.
　　He took a breath and bowed, saying, "The Queen Mother and His Majesty are discussing politics, and I dare not disturb them. I am a little late."
　　Meng Cheng saw that he was humble and docile, and was covered up by Zheng Yuheng's appearance. When he was wondering if he was thinking too much, he suddenly saw the red marks on his fingers.
　　His instincts suddenly jumped, and his heart was panicked. He turned around and looked at Zheng Yuheng, waving his hand.
　　Seeing this signal, the people who accompanied the dragon chariot and the people who accompanied the princess all stepped back to let the master have a quiet place to talk.
　　After these people retreated twenty steps away, Meng Cheng approached him and said coldly: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking."
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes did not tremble.
　　Compared with the powerful Queen Mother, the new emperor's momentum was not enough to scare him, so Zheng Yuheng could only warn himself to be tolerant.
　　As soon as he warned himself, he heard Meng Cheng say: "If you dare to insult my mother, I will kill you sooner or later."
　　Zheng Yuheng pursed his lips, and did not immediately plead guilty, but just lowered his head.
　　But his spine was straight, like a pine tree that could not be bent, and there was even a hint of the fierceness of preferring to die in glory rather than live in disgrace.
　　Meng Cheng could see this temperament, and the princess could naturally see it too. Meng Zhaiyue's heart trembled, something bad was going to happen, so she quickly came forward and squeezed in between the two of them, saying for a while: "Royal brother, what are you talking about? Why can't Yingying understand?"
　　Then she said: "Doctor Zheng, this is the emperor's instruction, why don't you thank him for his teachings?"
　　Meng Cheng's face was uncertain. He had a natural hostility towards Zheng Yuheng that could be called tacit, and he could feel that this Doctor Zheng who hid himself was the same to him. The two of them disliked each other, and could only ease up a little in front of their mother.
　　Meng Zhaiyue looked at this side, and then at the other side. Well, it's okay that the emperor has a stern face, but why is even the "ally" Doctor Zheng, who has a good temper, silent, cold and stubborn.
　　Meng Cheng was even more certain of his thoughts when he saw this, and he spoke out word by word: "Don't think I dare not kill you! Don't think that you can make trouble just because you resemble your father, and don't consider whether you are worthy or not!"
　　Before Zheng Yuheng could say anything, the princess was already stunned, and stammered: "Like - like who? Father? Who told you, Shang Daban?"
　　She ignored state affairs, so naturally she didn't know that several old ministers in the court and the public had already known about this. As the eyes and ears of the emperor, Shang Kai would tell His Majesty everything once he knew about it.
　　Zheng Yuheng finally raised his eyes, but he didn't fawn on the powerful, plead guilty and beg for mercy as Meng Cheng imagined, but he straightened his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, do you think that I am willing to be similar to my predecessors?"