After a pause, the emperor said lightly: "If you send more people to keep an eye on Pan Shangshu, be sure to investigate this matter more clearly, but you must remember that you must not alarm the snake. I want to see, for decades, this loyal minister can be able to sit on the dragon throne of the king and the king of all kings!"

After saying that, the emperor's eyes burst into his brilliance, and a chilling murderous aura erupted.

Fang Zheng was so scared that he lowered his head and did not dare to speak for a while.

What a sharp and domineering spirit! But it’s useless to squirt to me. I squirt at Shangshu Pan. Maybe he would have cried bitterly and bowed his head to confess...

For the first time in his life, Fang Zheng felt vaguely worried.

The situation is clear at a glance. One emperor, one traitor, two old men hold their strength to wrestle the arm. Whoever wins will sit on the dragon throne, but what if the emperor loses? Based on the previous grudge between him and Pan Shangshu, if that old guy ascends the throne, the first thing he does is to chop off my whole family's head and sacrifice his new national flag?

Fang Zheng felt that what he could do now was to send all his shadow subordinates out to inquire about the information so as to give the emperor a strong support. Apart from this matter, the rest was to pray to God and Buddha. I hope that the old otakus Pan Shangshu accidentally fell and died while walking at home, which would save trouble.

He looked up at the emperor and saw him staring at him with a smile, Fang Zheng suddenly felt his hair stand up. The emperor's eyes were so creepy! What bad idea would he have to stare at me like this? Looking at his confident appearance, he seemed to have a way to deal with it.

"Your Majesty, let's first say that Wei is timid and usually only does behind-the-scenes work. Don't come to me if you charge in the battle. Let's talk about Weisty's family for three generations, and a seedling in a thousand acres of land..." Fang Zheng felt that the ugly words in front of him were indeed a virtue passed down by the Chinese nation since ancient times.

"Who said you wanted to charge? With your courage, you can only turn around and run away when you go to the battlefield."

Fang Zheng finally felt relieved and thought carefully, what does the emperor mean?

"Your Majesty, that's not the case, right? I can barely go to the battle to kill the enemy, but I'm afraid that Mi'er will be a widow, so you can't bear it even if you look at it..." Fang Zheng smiled dryly.

"The imperial heaven has calculated your birthday with Mi'er. The fifteenth day of the next month is the auspicious day. You and Mi'er will marry that day." The emperor suddenly said in a daze, with a bit of complexity flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!