I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 669 - 254: Madam’s Fantasy! Chen Mo, stop pretending, you definitely like me!

"The Jiang Family?"

Feng Jinyu was momentarily stunned, unsure, "Which Jiang Family?"

Yan Peizhi said calmly, "How many families with the surname Jiang are there in Tiandu City? And which one is worthy of being personally recommended by Chief Minister Zhuang?"

Feng Jinyu’s throat moved slightly, "You mean..."

Yan Peizhi raised his hand to point at the ceiling.

In the parlor, the atmosphere turned quiet, and one could clearly hear Feng Jinyu’s slightly heavy breathing.

In that brief moment, several names flashed through his mind: the Jiang Family of the Secretariat, the Jiang Family of the Central Secretariat... but the answer was one he dared not even consider!

"Mr. Yan, are you crazy?!"

Feng Jinyu snapped back to reality, speaking urgently, "Are you seriously getting involved with them? Do you know that Her Majesty the Empress..."

He stopped abruptly, even though there was a Sound Isolation Technique in the parlor, he instinctively lowered his voice, "Her Majesty the Empress detests ministers being entangled with gate valves. As someone from the Six Ministries, you’ve committed a grave taboo!"

"Of course I know, but do you think I have any choice?" Yan Peizhi sneered, "All these years, I’ve been serving the Empress diligently, and what did I get in return? Just because of some conflict with Chen Mo, I was mercilessly abandoned!"

"And do you think Chen Mo will let it go just like that?"

"Targeting the Yan Family is just the beginning. Next will be the Princely Heir, including the Feng Family, the Xu Family, the Cui Family... anyone who holds a grudge against him won’t be spared!"

"Since Her Highness doesn’t care, I have no choice but to find another way to protect myself!"

Seeing Yan Peizhi becoming more agitated, Feng Jinyu instead calmed down.

Upon careful consideration, he actually made a valid point.

So-called factional strife, on the surface, appears to be differences in political opinion, but in reality, it’s a power struggle among higher-ups, ultimately competing in background and backing.

Logically, the Six Ministries should have the advantage in this respect, but the reality is that just when the conflict started, the Empress, as the "leader of the faction," was the first to betray, and even His Majesty, the "referee," sided with Chen Mo.

What’s the point in fighting then?

It’s either surrender and be slaughtered or seek protection outside the court.

Initially, he chose to cooperate with Prince Yu Mansion, also considering this convenience... The Empress’s attitude has become increasingly unpredictable, and he certainly cannot hang himself on a single tree.

"Power rests with the ruler, while ministers are like duckweed."

Yan Peizhi took a breath and continued, "To outsiders, a third-grade official appears high-ranking, but in court, we’re nothing and can’t reach the core of power."

"We are neither Lv Huaiyu nor Zhuang Jingming, if we die, we just die."

"Zhou Chuanbing is a bloody example. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

Feng Jinyu was momentarily speechless.

After a long silence, he spoke, "How confident are you?"

Yan Peizhi stroked his beard and said calmly, "Chief Minister Zhuang has already entered the palace personally to meet Her Highness. What do you think? Chen Mo lacks substantial evidence, so if we divert the fire to the Princely Heir, the Yan Family can extricate itself."

Feng Jinyu’s expression became somewhat peculiar, saying, "While that’s true, there are still over twenty days until the case-breaking deadline. If Chen Mo delays releasing him until the end, I’m afraid your son’s body may not hold up."

Let alone Yan Linghu, a cross-training martial artist, even the steel-boned monks of Wuwan Temple, once they entered the Imperial Prison, would turn into a pile of flesh within five days.

Yan Peizhi’s expression stiffened slightly, shaking his head, "To resolve minor issues, we must endure this difficult time; in this situation, there’s no other option but to abandon the small for the big."

"No matter how rampant Chen Mo gets, he wouldn’t dare to take Linghu’s life. The worst he’ll suffer is some hardship."

"Once he’s out, I’ll send him to Jiangnan Road, at least ensuring his well-being for the rest of his life."

"As for Chen Mo..."

Yan Peizhi’s eyes grew cold, "After this is over, I’ll settle the account with him slowly!"

Feng Jinyu knew that Yan Peizhi had completely given up on Yan Linghu.

Although such an approach was chilling, if it were him, he’d probably make the same choice.

If the skin is gone, to where will the hair attach?

After all, a son can be reborn, but if the Yan Family falls, everything is over. In the face of the entire family’s interests, this sacrifice is insignificant.

Feng Jinyu quickly calculated in his mind and offered a smile, "Mr. Yan, we have a bond of life and death. If there’s a chance, you must put in a good word for your brother."

There’s been no movement from the Princely Heir’s side, clearly unreliable. It’s necessary to find another big patron.

He knew a little about the power of the Hidden Clan, and the Empress could remain steady in the Eastern Royal Palace, partly thanks to the operations of the gate valves.

If he could connect with the Jiang Family, it wouldn’t mean a meteoric rise but would at least provide more options.

"Don’t worry, of all people, I won’t forget you." Yan Peizhi smiled, "With Chief Minister Zhuang around, you can be assured, I can guarantee that Chen Mo won’t cause any big waves..."

Bang bang bang—

Before he could finish, a series of violent knocks sounded.

Outside, the butler’s panicked voice came through, "Sir, sir, it’s bad, the Sky Scale Guard has come again!"

?

The two men exchanged glances, and the atmosphere turned dead silent.

Yan Peizhi’s eyelids twitched. He slammed the table, making the teacups jump and smash onto the floor.

"They’ve taken my son, what are they doing here? Do they really think the Yan Family is easy to bully?!"

"I want to see what kind of trick he wants to pull!"

Yan Peizhi flicked his sleeves and strode out of the parlor.

Feng Jinyu hesitated for a moment before following him.