Donglai Inn.

Since the new prince came to Yan'an City, an epidemic inspection office has been set up at the city gate - this is the proposal of Ye Mushen on that day.

Travelers and merchants were mostly turned away from the city gates; And if a traveler in the city stays in the city for more than half a month, he will not be able to leave the city even if he is not sick.

Most of the travelers and merchants who were detained in Yan'an City lived in inns.

Donglai Inn is one of them; This is also the place where Ye Mushen stayed when he first arrived in Yan'an.

Song Xiaomin methodically checked the guest register, while several attendants interrogated the guests and the servants in the store.

Due to the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, coupled with the deployment arrangements of the whole city, Ye Mutao's face was sallow and his complexion was not very good.

In recent days, the epidemic has been somewhat controlled, and he wanted to sleep lazily and take a good rest.

But Song Xiaomin dragged him up early in the morning, and checked him from the Fumantang Inn in the south of the city to the Donglai Inn in the east of the city.

Compared with Ye Mujing, Ye Mutao is not so pampered; But after all, he is a prince with fine clothes and fine food, and he feels somewhat unbearable.

Song Xiaomin couldn't bear to see Ye Mutao work so hard, but he had to harden his heart.

In his eyes, Ye Mu Shen has always been a threat.

There are some things, Song Xiaomin can't say why; But his intuition after many years of adjudicating the case told him that he must not take Ye Mushen lightly.

Of course, the ordinary people of Yan'an City had no impression of Ye Mushen, but this was nothing to him.

What Song Xiaomin wants is for everyone to have an impression of the new prince Ye Mutao - and a good impression.

He knew that Ye Mutao was just doing it most of the time, and he had only worked hard for days to complete the tasks sent by the emperor, but he had no real sympathy for the people who were guarding and suffering.

The second prince revered virtue and was superior to others, but like most emperors, he was accustomed to facing the people's suffering with a gesture of charity.

He had no chance of becoming a crown prince; If the name is not right, it is not good, and there are still countless dissidents in the government and the opposition.

Song Hyo-min can't let this continue.

He must seize every opportunity to lay the foundation for Ye Mutao to become emperor.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell Ye Mutao about these concerns.

He didn't want Ye Mutao to be tarnished by his own set of creeds.

He wanted this man to keep his mind pure forever.

Moreover, Ye Mutao, who is not good at intrigue, is more likely to gain the trust of the emperor......

After careful interrogation in the back kitchen of the inn, Song Xiaomin asked the servant to fetch a bucket of water from the well.

Ye Mutao looked at the gambling people idly, drinking idle tea boredly.

From time to time, his thoughts drifted back to Luo Jing.

In Yan'an City, the emperor is far away, and he can be inseparable from Song Xiaomin all day long.

But what should I do when I return to Luoyang?

His mother always bothered about the selection of the crown princess a while ago.

The mother concubine is also thinking about his future.

If he can marry the most powerful minister in the court, then Mu Tao's power will be more stable in the future.

Even Song Xiaomin would joke with him half-jealously, like a certain prince's daughter who is knowledgeable, and like a certain second lady who is a messenger who is alluring the country and the city.

Ye Mutao had a few awkward quarrels with Song Xiaomin for this.

Why did this man push himself out?

He said it was for himself, but these were not what he wanted.

Just like at this moment, Ye Mutao doesn't care about his image in the hearts of the people.

Wouldn't he just need to complete his mission and establish his prestige in the DPRK?

Why don't you want to accompany yourself to the Xuwang Mansion today, and do this drudgery yourself?