In the afternoon, Li Yan sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, leaning against the back of the chair, and seemed to sleep. The palace maids on both sides fanned their fans to drive away the heat and mosquitoes. Because the weather was gloomy and stuffy, the palace maids soon became sweating profusely and their light shirts were soaked.

"Your Majesty..." In a daze, Li Yan heard someone calling him, and his voice was still very familiar. He opened his eyes and saw the person standing beside him. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and almost jumped up from the bamboo chair, "Lieutenant?!"

However, he soon realized that the eunuch in front of him was not Yang Fuguang, lieutenant of the Shence Army, but Yang Fugong, the other party's fellow villager. Although the two had a bit similar faces, they were only two or three points similar.

Li Yan sighed with disappointment in his eyes, but he did not lie back, but reluctantly cheered up: "Can the people who contact King An come back?"

Although he was "impeded" by Li Maozhen in the palace, Li Yan tried every means to send his confidant to Pinglu to contact Li Ye. Now the only governor in the world who has the strength and mind to rescue him is Li Ye, and he only believes in Li Ye.

Yang Fu answered respectfully: "It's not that fast, Your Majesty. Including the journey back and forth, it will take at least half a year before they will come back."

Li Yan actually knew that the people sent out were not coming back so soon. He was just looking at him and was overwhelmed. After sighing, Li Yan lay back on the bamboo chair, picked up the wine pot on the small table beside him, and sent it to his mouth.

Not long after, Li Yan got drunk, and the clothes on his chest were wet. When he fell asleep in a daze with his head tilted, he murmured unconsciously: "Brother Ye, Brother Ye... Why haven't you come to save me?"

Seeing that Li Yan was asleep, Yang Fugong bowed and retreated. He did not stop and went directly to the Secretariat of the Imperial City to report to Li Maozhen, who was stationed here, as usual to Li Yan's situation. Including the conversation between the two, he also said word by word.

Li Maozhen, wearing a royal robe, has more majestic and domineering attitude than before. Although his face is still so white and looks younger than a beautiful girl, it will not make people pay too much attention to it.

After listening to Yang Fugong's report, Li Maozhen waved his hand and signaled the other party to retreat and continue to take care of Li Yan. Yang Fugong didn't say anything, and bowed to it.

As for the people sent to Pinglu, they naturally do not exist. In this palace, even the most ordinary palace maids around Li Yan don’t have the word “imperial destiny” in their minds now, let alone foreign ministers who can enter the palace and conspire with Li Yan.

Li Maozhen left the imperial city and returned to the Qi Palace before staying in the Secretariat for long.

When he walked out of the gate of the imperial city, there were many ceremonial guards in front of him, eight hundred armored soldiers behind him, and dozens of masters were protecting him in close proximity. When he walked onto the streets and in the streets and alleys on both sides, there were so many monks and soldiers who secretly took care of him, he could not count them.

In the imperial city, Li Maozhen handled ordinary court affairs, and in the royal palace, he planned his own secrets of his great cause.

As soon as Li Maozhen entered the conference hall, she had not sat down yet, and her confidant Liu Zhijun followed her.
Chapter completed!