I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 434 - 190: Battle Post! (Please Subscribe)

The so-called accompanying the monarch is akin to accompanying a tiger.

This saying, whether it applies to Prime Minister Xie or Duke Han Song, is considered an "ultimate truth."

Yet, having accompanied the monarch for several decades, each has developed their own way of dealing with it, strictly adhering to the roles they play in front of Emperor Wei.

Like Prime Minister Xie.

Since he entered the court as an official, he has always been portrayed as cunning and outspoken, and such is the impression that Emperor Wei has of him.

Whereas Han Song, despite his scholarly and beardless appearance, actually speaks very little in front of Emperor Wei. freēnovelkiss.com

But when he must speak, he generally goes along with what Emperor Wei says.

Just as before.

"It’s so late, aren’t you in a hurry to go back and accompany your daughter?" Xie Jing asked in a tone of an old friend:

"She and Chen Yi just came back to Capital City, she must be missing you."

Han Song did not turn his head to look at him, his gaze still fixed on the bustling Vermilion Bird Street, as if he could see the noise and lights below.

"Does Prime Minister Xie care a lot about Chen Yi?"

"Not me, it’s Dong An who cares about him," Xie Jing, feeling the cold, tucked his hands into his sleeves and said:

"Of course, I am also grateful to him for saving Dong An in the Southern Barbarian Secret Realm."

"Prime Minister, you shouldn’t say these words to me," Han Song turned his head slightly, his glance seeming unintentionally catching Xie Jing’s, ambiguously saying: "You shouldn’t let them do that."

"They?"

Xie Jing smiled, his white hair neatly combed under his official cap, his face showing some signs of age yet still vigorous.

In fact, he was twenty years older than Han Song.

But when the two stood together, one could not really tell who was older.

"There’s a common saying, ’When the forest grows bigger, all kinds of birds will be found’, and when they, those people, wish to die, nobody can stop them."

"Since Prime Minister says that, I am relieved," Han Song’s eyes glistened by the light, but his tone remained calm.

"Times have changed, there’s nothing to be worried about." Xie Jing pointed towards a corner of the street with a smile.

"Like that Moon Viewing Tower."

"Sixty years ago, when I first came from Southern River Prefecture to Capital City, it wasn’t called that, but ’Purple Dragon Pavilion’, and it was the property of the then-not-yet emperor, Holy Emperor."

"Forty years ago, its name was changed to ’Feng Manlou’, and the person behind it was Du Qing, who had just taken over as Prince Zhenbei."

"Only thirty years ago did it become called Moon Viewing Tower. Han Song, guess whose property it is?"

"Yours," Han Song responded dispassionately.

"Exactly," Xie Jing clapped his hands, still smiling: "That’s why some say it’s the constant ’King’ of Capital City, and I agree!"

"You are the ’King’, are you not?"

"...Han Song, I knew from the first time I met you, this person—sly!"

Han Song: "That’s too generous of you."

"These ministers in the court come and go, and at the end of the day, it’s still the same," Xie Jing chuckled, shaking his head and continued:

"No one likes the truth, nor does anyone speak it."

"You too?"

"Of course, I also conform, but compared to most, I see more clearly."

Xie Jing’s words were loaded, and Han Song could hear the implications.

However, just as earlier said "no one likes the truth", he also did not like to hear the truth.

Especially not the truth when speaking with the most "cunning and sly" Prime Minister of Great Wei.

"Ah, Han Song, with that said, I should go back and see a few grandchildren."

As he spoke, Xie Jing patted his shoulder and turned to walk down from the thousand-year-old Vermilion Bird City Tower.

Han Song watched him leave the palace gate, get into his carriage to return home, and then stepped down himself.

He walked slowly, pondering over Xie Jing’s remarks.

He actually knew that the Moon Viewing Tower wasn’t something Xie Jing wanted, but that someone forced him to accept it.

And he also knew that the one forcing him wasn’t the Holy Emperor, but someone else.

Those people...

"Heh, the old fox wants to sit back and watch the tigers fight!"

Realizing everything, Han Song quickened his steps.

Despite his earlier light talk, Lin Xue Ru hadn’t been home in over a decade; claiming she wasn’t missed would definitely be false.

Just after leaving the palace gate, a house servant from Lin Mansion in black greeted him onto the carriage, waiting for him to settle before flicking the horsewhip and gently moving out of the palace zone.

The aging coachman, his face full of grievance, said: "Master, madam has rushed me three times, and even said she would dock my monthly money."

"Please, when you go back, you must speak for me, I only get one silver coin a month, I’m very poor."

"Got it."

Han Song replied, his face expressionless, but he sighed internally.

Old horse, whether I sleep in the guest room or the firewood room tonight depends on how much monthly money you get docked.

Compared to Han Song, Xie Jing was clearly more relaxed.

After returning to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, he strolled into the backyard with hands behind his back, intending to sleep in the study for the night, but saw his grandson Xie Dong An under the porch not far away.

Xie Jing stopped, coughed, and said: "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"I have something to ask grandfather," Xie Dong An respectfully bowed and invited him to the pavilion for a talk.

Xie Jing, with a stern face, looked up at the moonlight, his expression gaining a bit of authority as he asked:

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Today grandson noticed many monks have arrived in Capital City," Xie Dong An said cautiously:

"I found it odd and wanted to ask grandfather if you knew their purpose?"

"Monks..." Xie Jing spoke slowly: "People with shaved heads are never good, stay away from them."

After a long silence.

Xie Dong An cautiously asked: "Is that it?"

Xie Jing turned his head to glance at him, his eyes seeming to see a fool.