So, Zhang Jiuling has been appointed as the censor imperial envoy, in charge of monitoring the responsibilities of the officials, and can directly present them to me."

At the deserted residence of the former prime minister, Zhang Jiuling.

The eunuch Gao, with his hands bound in front of him, smilingly congratulated Zhang Jiuling.

Having been forced to resign as the prime minister, Zhang Jiuling, who had always been devoted to showing off his laziness in new ways and to new heights, began to doubt life.

"Is this... the decree of Your Majesty?"

Zhang Jiuling was completely baffled. What is His Majesty up to again?

Since Li Longji made it clear that he wanted to compete with his son for a wife, Zhang Jiuling has been on leave, refusing to see any guests. Meanwhile, because the court is now under the control of Li Linfu, none of the talented people he selected and promoted are left. There is no one he can trust to pass on a message.

Therefore, Zhang Jiuling had no idea that the person sitting on the dragon throne now is completely different from before.

Gao, still smiling, said, "Of course, it is from Your Majesty."

Zhang Jiuling became even more confused.

"Indeed, I have to become a censor imperial envoy?"

"Indeed."

"Anything can be directly presented to Your Majesty?"

"Yes."

"Then, what about Princess Shou? Your Majesty doesn't want her anymore?"

"... I don't want her anymore."

The sky cleared again, the rain stopped, and Zhang Jiuling felt like he won again.

Gratefully expressing his gratitude and respect, the former prime minister, over half-century old, spoke like a bell tolling, "I accept Your Majesty's decree!"

Watching Gao leave, Zhang Jiuling clenched his hand holding the decree, and couldn't help trembling. Standing at the door of his house, tears streaming down his face, he looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Heaven has opened its eyes, Taizong's divine intervention!"

Little did he know, this time it truly was Taizong's divine intervention.

However, this divine intervention was different from the previous one.

Far away, inside the Daming Palace, Li Shimin was busy writing official documents.

And then he sneezed.