Chapter 51: He is the Imperial Prince

he Imperial Decree clearly states that all military and state affairs must be handled by this palace. Seeing this palace is like seeing the Emperor himself. You, a mere eunuch in charge of calligraphy...Chapter 51: He Is the Imperial Prince

Even Su Jinpa, who looked down on everyone and considered herself superior to all the talented men in the world, couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She finally understood why he could kill the son of the Minister of Justice as easily as killing a dog, and why he had never taken those powerful figures from the capital, including Zhao Tailai, seriously.

For he is the most honored young master of the Great Qin Empire.

His identity, indeed, could accomplish it.

Just then, Su Jinping suddenly remembered her casually mentioned, deliberately harsh "criteria" for choosing a partner when she was teasing Li Chen.

To have a face like Pan An, wealth rivaling nations, power surpassing millions, and most importantly, to share my interests and possess unparalleled talent.

In terms of appearance, Li Chen was by no means inferior to anyone, let alone being the Crown Prince. His bearing and demeanor were something that even ordinary princes and nobles couldn't cultivate—it was the aura of the most distinguished status in the world.

Treasures rivaling a nation's wealth, and power over millions, all seemed rightfully his before him in his status as the Crown Prince.

The most incredible thing is this copy of "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" in my hand. Such talent, who else can compare

Su Jinpa never expected that the deliberately difficult conditions she had set would be perfectly met by Li Chen.

"Jinpa, who is he after all" Zhao Tailai asked gruffly.

Su Jinpa subconsciously tightened the piece of Xuan paper in her hand that proved Li Chen's identity and said, "Since he refuses to speak, I can't announce it. Besides, please be more respectful, Zhao Gongzi. Between us, please use honorifics."

Zhao Tailei's face darkened. He felt that since Li Chen appeared, the already distant relationship between him and Su Jinpa had become even colder.

This made him furious.

For years, he had been treating Su Jinpa with utmost care, afraid of displeasing the goddess. He even spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to build Tengwang Pavilion just to win her smile. But now, the treatment he received was worse than that of someone who had just appeared out of nowhere!

After Su Jin finished speaking, he said calmly, "I'm a little tired. I'll go back to rest first. See you all next time."

After speaking, Su Jin vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint scent behind.

Some people couldn't help but walk up to Zhao Tailai. They looked at the young corpse hanging outside with fear and said, "Young Master Zhao, what should we do now"

Zhao Taile's teeth gritted, his anger and ferocity finally boiling over. He grabbed a teacup and smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces. "How am I supposed to know what to do!" he roared. "Get out! All of you! I, Zhao Taile, swear I will not rest until this revenge is served!"

When Zhao Tailai was venting his anger madly, Li Chen had already returned to the East Palace.

“Your Highness, I just received word that the North Camp of the Imperial Guard, controlled by Liu Bin in the suburbs north of the capital, suddenly closed its main gate. All soldiers are armed with swords and weapons. According to the information from our spies, Liu Bin must have lost patience and is planning to transport that batch of treasury silver out.”

Upon hearing Sanbao's report, Li Chen opened his eyes and said, "Go summon Su Zhen Ting and Su Ping Bei, father and son."

Half an hour later, Su Zhen'ting and his son, Su Pingbei, arrived at the East Palace.

Upon their reunion, Li Chen donned the crimson embroidered dragon robe of a prince, while Su Zhen Ting wore his long-unused general armor. As for Su Ping Bei, with his low military rank as merely a minor commander, he seemed rather shabby in comparison.

"I, Su Zhen-ting, pay my respects to the Crown Prince. Long live the Crown Prince, thousand years of life, ten thousand years of life."Chapter 601: Mystery