Chapter 630: Stinky Tofu 2 (1/2)

He Changdi didn’t dare to tarry in front of the emperor. After his experience in his past life, He Sanlang understood how the emperor was as a ruler.

He was clear with his rewards and punishments and ruled over the country with a fair hand. He could be deemed a wise ruler. He had a secret spy corps under his control which would seek out underground information for him and listened to his orders alone.

The identities of the emperor’s spies were a mystery and any information about the corps was hidden deeply. Even the crown prince had no clue about what the secret spy corps did.

Sometimes, He Changdi suspected that the emperor knew about almost every secret in his lands, but he simply kept quiet about his knowledge.

His knowledge might pertain to the the major politics going on in the background with his courtiers, or be as minor as the battles between legitimate and illegitimate children in the rear courts of his nobles’ estates.

Thus, it was best to speak truthfully with as many details as possible in front of the emperor. If one tried to boast or exaggerate, they would likely die in mysterious ways one day.

He Changdi picked out some incidents to speak of from his experience in the north. They were all little stories which didn’t focus on any person in particular.

He couldn’t tell what the emperor was thinking from his expression.

The emperor suddenly tugged on the reins of his mount. He held his soft riding whip aloft and set it down against the flank of his horse, which immediately responded by breaking into an all-out gallop.

The guards and courtiers surrounding the emperor immediately urged their own steeds to follow.

For some reason, the emperor seemed to be in the mood for a fast ride. His horse sped on faster and faster, until only his guards and the few courtiers with better horsemanship like He Changdi could keep up.

The party had dwindled down to only ten in number.

He Lin reminded the emperor with worry, “Your Majesty, perhaps it would be better to wait here for now, the princes and princesses have yet to catch up.”

There were only ten people here with the emperor right now. If any assassins were lying in wait, they likely wouldn’t be able to escape with their lives intact.

The Chengping Emperor’s gaze was wandering over their surroundings, with no indication that he had heard He Lin’s words.

He finally pulled at the reins and slowed his horse down.

The emperor cast a sideways glance at He Changdi, who had maintained the same distance from him all this time, with a new glint of satisfaction in his eye.

The ones remaining here were all the emperor’s trusted subordinates and guards. He wouldn’t have to worry about anything he said now spreading elsewhere.

As if realising the emperor’s intentions, a chill sprang up in He Changdi’s heart. Even after living an entire lifetime before, he couldn’t help but be nervous at this time.

The emperor had urged his steed into a gallop on purpose earlier. He had likely been counting on He Changdi being able to keep up, and had been intending to lure He Changdi into this situation.

He Sanlang held on to his reins with one hand, his eyes cast downwards and his mind on full alert.

Suddenly, the emperor spoke, “When did you get married?”

The strange question made He Changdi freeze up for an instant, but he quickly replied, “The end of August last year.”

“We heard the Empress Dowager mention this before, in the sense that your marriage with Jinyi was personally decreed by her. It was something that your grandmother entered the palace to request.”