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Chapter 1000: "Go tell my Golden Mountain Navy!"

Zhu Yiliu was indeed a troublemaker, but he was never unreasonable in his actions. He was neither a barbarian nor a Hu (non-Han people), and he was reasonable.

He acts very much like the emperor; as he said, if the price hadn't been raised again, he would have been willing to offer some benefits to maintain unity.

They were all Han Chinese, and both were away from home. Zhu Yiliu did not want things to escalate to such an unbearable point, but things did not go as planned.

It seems that this is always the case in this world; nine times out of ten, things don't go as planned.

"Uncle Jinshan, I have a way out." Zhu Yiliu's tone softened considerably after Lou Hu, Luo Shangzhi, and Zhao Mu left.

He reiterated that he had a way out, and a great one at that. If his expansion failed and he returned to the Ming Dynasty in disgrace, aside from being ridiculed, his elder brother would not punish him in any way, but would even reward him.

The emperor once had a grand plan to deceive the emperor. Before setting off, Zhu Yiliu had sternly refused. He returned to the Ming Dynasty in a sorry state. With the emperor's favor, Zhu Yiliu could even be enfeoffed a second time in another place.

But Jinshan Kingdom has no way out.

“This land grab has damaged the overall interests of the Jinshan Kingdom.” Quan Tianpei sighed and said, “Your Highness, I know that I do not want to see bloodshed, but to push things to this extent is beyond the bounds of womanly compassion.”

Quan Tianpei knew that Prince Lu was right. Prince Lu could leave, but in the future, no matter what Jinshan Kingdom did, it would have to give up enough benefits to these so-called pioneers. The benefits of the small Jinshan Kingdom could not satisfy people's greed.

Quan Tianpei thought of some things: Liu Bang killed Han Xin, and Emperor Gaozu killed Wu Xun.

In the third year of the Hongwu reign, Emperor Gaozu held a banquet to summon military officers and discuss:

You have risen from humble beginnings to achieve this great accomplishment, not overnight. I have heard that your servants, relying on their power, are arrogant and disrespectful, transgressing all rules and regulations. These unscrupulous men are unbridled; if they are not punished soon, trouble may arise, and you will surely suffer the consequences.
Zhu Yuanzhang gave everyone face at the time, saying that the servants in the Wuxun Mansion were arrogant and unruly, and had repeatedly broken the law. He was punishing them and this banquet was a warning from Zhu Yuanzhang, telling them not to disregard the law.

In the fifth year of the Hongwu reign, Zhu Yuanzhang erected the Six Killings Iron Stele, instructing military officers that they must not violate the above rules, and those who disobeyed would be executed. However, the military officers continued to do as they pleased.

Starting in the sixth year of the Hongwu reign, Liao Yongzhong continuously sabotaged the salt administration and destroyed border settlements.

In March of the eighth year of the Hongwu reign, Liao Yongzhong was beheaded by order of Zhu Yuanzhang. This was the first military officer Zhu Yuanzhang killed. From the iron certificate of immunity from death, the banquet as a warning, the six-kill iron tablet, to the mass killing, this was a process of the contradictions escalating step by step.

In fact, the newly established Jinshan Kingdom also faced the same problems as the early Ming Dynasty. These pioneering heroes had no problem asserting their status before His Highness Prince Lu, who was new to the country and willing to share benefits.

The problem lies in insatiable greed and the tendency to take advantage of others.

This time, His Highness Prince Lu took all the blame, but the benefits went to the entire Jinshan Kingdom.

"Lord Jinshan, who gave them the audacity to treat me so arrogantly!" Zhu Yiliu's tone was filled with anger, as well as some doubt and confusion.

He is the Prince of Lu! Even if he rips the sky in the East Pacific, he can still return to the Ming Dynasty. With his brother the Emperor backing him, who in the world would dare to offend him like this?

"Sigh, they think His Highness is quite young and of noble birth, so they won't cause a scene." Quan Tianpei really knew what these people were thinking.

They were all traveling abroad, and they were all Han Chinese. They felt that Prince Lu was so young that if they were pushed a little, he would lose his composure. In addition, as members of the imperial family, they were concerned about appearances and would never dare to act rashly, which is why they were taking advantage of the situation.

"No, wait a minute! What Jinshanbo means is that they think I'm easy to bully, so they come to bully me?" Zhu Yiliu immediately understood what Quan Tianpei meant. Young and concerned about his image, combined, isn't that the epitome of being easy to bully?
"Yes." Quan Tianpei nodded seriously; that was the whole reason.

At first, Quan Tianpei thought that the five major merchant houses were stirring up trouble behind the scenes, but after a month of observation, he found that there was no one else behind it.

The merchants of the five major trading companies mainly operated in the heart of the Ming Dynasty. Offending the Prince of Lu was tantamount to offending the emperor, and the trading company could be destroyed in an instant. Merchants were after money, not looking for death.

The reason that he thought Prince Lu was easy to bully was so absurd that Zhu Yiliu was convinced it was true.

It wasn't just those who were vying for land who thought Prince Lu was easy to bully; Quan Tianpei thought so too before Zhu Yiliu arrived.

A twenty-three-year-old young man, barely out of his teens, raised in the inner palace, lacking sufficient understanding of the world, coupled with his noble status, makes him easy to bully.

"I may be easy to bully, but these three thousand elite naval soldiers are not so easy to bully at all." Zhu Yiliu's lips twitched. He had already ordered Luo Shangzhi to advance.

Zhao Mu was sharpening his knife. As he sharpened it, his thoughts drifted away. He remembered his childhood, when his father would spend his free time sharpening knives in the yard.

His father's whetstone was a sandstone, while the one in Zhao Mu's hand was an oilstone from Cuiwei Mountain, a gift from the emperor. His whetstone could pick up iron very quickly, and it only took a short while to sharpen a knife.

Sharpening knives requires skill, and Zhao Mu was highly skilled, having learned the craft from his father.

Zhao Mu smiled; he was clinging to outdated ideas again.

After sharpening his sword, Zhao Mu went to the drill ground, where Luo Shangzhi had already mustered his troops and the army had set off.

Zhao Mu's work was somewhat dishonorable; he was going to arrest people in Jinshan City, while the army was marching in to deal with the slaves who were hindering the expansion of Jinshan Port on the mudflats.

The slave owners behind these slaves were captured by Zhao Mu, who led the coastal defense patrol and his soldiers.

"You've traveled a long way and must be tired. Would you like to take a break?" Luo Shangzhi's attitude towards Zhao Mu was quite kind, but there was a hint of distance in that kindness. Young people are often impetuous, but they always have too much goodwill towards the world.

If Zhao Mu refuses to participate in this bloody night, Luo Shangzhi will personally lead the coastal defense patrol and supervision office to ensure that none of those who instigate this mess behind the scenes will escape.

"Commander Luo, I was born and raised in the water, so I'm not tired." Zhao Mu was a shrewd man in Qingyuan Guard. He was best at reading people's expressions and learned it when he was very young. If he couldn't read people's expressions and expressions, he would not be able to get food and would starve to death.

Goodwill? Zhao Mu had long forgotten that word during the three years he spent begging on the streets from the age of six to nine.

He believed in repaying kindness with kindness. The emperor had been kind to him, and Ling Yunyi had helped him avenge his blood feud and returned what was rightfully his. Therefore, he repaid the emperor and Ling Yunyi for their kindness.

“It is the hardest thing to turn the blade inward.” Luo Shangzhi revealed a smile, but as a killer, his smile was somewhat eerie.

Zhao Mu thought for a moment and said, "The first idiom my father taught me when I was a child was 'know when to stop.'"

The reason Zhao Mu's father left Jimo, Shandong, to become a soldier living on the edge was because some people hadn't learned the idiom "know when to stop." His father and several strong men from the village swore a blood oath, killed the landlord's entire family, and fled, becoming fugitives.

The soldiers were not asked about their origins; as long as they were willing to fight on the battlefield, they would be rewarded.

His father and several neighbors killed the landlord's entire family, not even sparing the children. Who was right and who was wrong?
Zhao Mu was too lazy to distinguish right from wrong, nor could he distinguish them clearly. He also couldn't articulate so many profound principles. He had read some books, and Confucius said in the chapter on "Xiangdang": "Do not eat too much."

Zhao Mu interpreted it as: Don't eat too much. Don't eat or touch things that you don't want to eat or touch, or you'll overeat.

Even these so-called pioneers of the Jinshan Kingdom don't know when to stop.

When it came to repairing bridges and roads, cultivating wasteland, driving out barbarians, and risking their lives, these insects were nowhere to be seen.

When picking fruit, the insect claimed to be a hero, which was bad enough, but it went even further.

"Alright, go ahead, but don't let a single one escape." Luo Shangzhi understood Zhao Mu's meaning and gave the order to him to arrest the people.

"Your subordinate obeys." Zhao Mu clasped his hands and left the Prince of Lu's mansion, leading 120 coastal defense inspectors to the grand restaurant, Jin Hai Lou, in Jinshan City.

This restaurant is also the only restaurant and brothel in Jinshan City. The girls inside come from the Ming Dynasty, Japan, and the West, making it one of the few places in Jinshan City where people spend money.

Zhao Mu was already very familiar with the case.

In the seventeenth year of the Wanli Emperor's reign, Shaanxi suffered a severe drought, resulting in the starvation deaths of over a thousand people, the vast majority of whom were concentrated in Pingliang Prefecture. Whenever a major disaster resulted in a high number of deaths, it indicated that the area had a serious problem. At that time, the emperor was on a southern tour, and the crown prince was overseeing the country. The case of the starvation deaths in Pingliang Prefecture alarmed Prince De, Zhu Zaiyu, who was not in charge of state affairs.

Zhu Zaiyu dispatched his elite cavalry to Pingliang Prefecture, where the case of starvation came to light. The prefect of Pingliang was persuaded by a broker to empty the entire treasury and hand it over to the broker. The broker then poured all the money into the gold and silver market of Yanxinglou Trading Company and initially made some money.

When gold ships from Jinshan City (present-day San Francisco, North America) and Jinchi City (present-day Melbourne, Australia) arrived in port, the price of gold plummeted. Brokers and compradors who lost everything committed suicide to atone for their sins. All the officials of Pingliang Prefecture were beheaded and their families were exiled to Jinshan City (Chapter 912).

Most of the exiles to the Kingdom of Jinshan came from powerful and wealthy gentry families. Because they were literate, they were highly regarded in Jinshan City. Over time, the Jinshan gentry, composed of these exiles, came into being.

The people who are grabbing land and taking the opportunity to raise prices and cause trouble are sixteen families from the Jinshan aristocratic clans.

In short, they are remnants of the old regime.

At this moment, the room of Zhaode in Jinhai Tower was brightly lit. Twelve light oil lime torches from Southeast Asia illuminated the entire room. Twelve dancers danced gracefully to the rhythm of the music band, and each of the dozen or so people present was attended by beautiful women.

However, these beautiful women were not serving wine, food, or even themselves, but rather opium pipes. These aristocratic men, dressed in fine silks and satins, were all leaning on soft couches, puffing smoke at their opium pipes.

This was clearly not the kind of tobacco called tampagu, but rather opium, which was strictly prohibited from trade by the Ming Dynasty.

As the music faded, the dancers, trailing their long skirts, slowly left the stage. The man in the lead was named Han Qingde. His father was the Pingliang prefect who had been beheaded by imperial decree. He came from a prestigious family, the Han clan of Nanyang. At this moment, his brows were furrowed with deep resentment.

He hated the emperor, hated the court, and hated the Prince of Lu even more.

The emperor killed his father, and the court officials not only did not plead for him, but also exiled him to this godforsaken Jinshan City. It was natural for him to hate him, but his hatred for Prince Lu was entirely because: with Prince Lu's arrival, there was justice.

Before the Prince of Lu arrived, Xie Ruixiang, the commander of the Jinshan guards, was a former pirate who only cared about money. As long as you gave him enough silver, Xie Ruixiang would do you a favor. Quan Tianpei was also a nice guy and easy to manipulate.

Han Qingde spent a lot of money to bribe Xie Ruixiang. Once Xie Ruixiang was bribed, the Jinshan gentry could do whatever they wanted in Jinshan City.

No sooner had Xie Ruixiang been bribed than the Prince of Lu had him killed, thus ending the business that had just been established.

Han Qingde's business was the opium trade. These opiums traveled from Southeast Asia to Jinshan City and then to Mexico. The profit would double every time they passed through a seaport. He could make more than 100,000 taels of silver a year just by selling 120 boxes of opium.

This deal is off.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents, and besides, the Ming emperor really did kill his own father.

Han Qingde waved his hand impatiently, and all the dancers, musicians, and beauties slowly left.

He actually disliked such scenes. He himself did not smoke opium. If it weren't for the sudden change of events, he would have been preparing to go to the capital to take the imperial examination and obtain the title of Jinshi. He was very confident that, looking at the whole of Henan, his talent was unmatched.

Opioids are no good. Han Qingde himself never uses them. He once bribed Quan Tianpei with opium, but Quan Tianpei avoided them like the plague. Only after everyone had come to their senses did Han Qingde say in a loud voice, "Gentlemen, we have gathered at Jinhai Tower today because of matters concerning the harbor and land."

"Today, Jinshanbo came to me and said that if we lower the price back to the first price we discussed, Jinshanbo will persuade His Highness Prince Lu to take back the land. What do you all think?"

Prince Lu was a bit impatient about the expansion of Jinshan Port. He started construction before he had settled things with the Jinshan gentry. This was not because Prince Lu was young; he thought it was all wasteland and didn't take it seriously. As a result, once construction started, it turned out that all the land was already owned.

Initially, the price was two taels of silver per mu (unit of land area). Prince Lu, eager to expand Jinshan Port in conjunction with the establishment of the Great Ming Huan Tai Merchant Alliance, agreed to the deal.

Once the Prince of Lu agreed, the Jinshan gentry, led by Han Qingde, began to raise prices on the spot. They sent their servants to obstruct the expansion, demanding twelve taels of silver per mu!

Quan Tianpei found Han Qingde in the afternoon and asked if the price could be reduced to 1.2 taels of silver per mu. The land price in the Suzhou-Songjiang area is the most expensive, with only 5 to 7 taels of silver per mu. This 12 taels of silver is a bit too expensive.

"The expansion of Jinshan Port is an urgent matter. If Prince Lu fails to fulfill the imperial order, he will likely be punished by His Majesty! We will not surrender, we will not surrender!"

"That's right, Prince Lu doesn't treat us like human beings. He wants to build a port, and he didn't even ask us before starting construction. Does he really think this Jinshan City belongs to him?"

"Let him know whose Golden Mountain City this really is!"

……

The Jinshan gentry members all voiced their disagreement, but Han Qingde revealed a meaningful smile and said to the surrounding crowd, "Very well, then we won't surrender. Let's see what Prince Lu can do!"

"Today, we won't leave until we're completely drunk!"

Han Qingde said he was drinking, but after three cups, he made an excuse to leave. He had been feeling uneasy all day, with a strong sense of unease.

His purpose was quite simple: to use the expansion of Jinshan Port to demonstrate his influence in Jinshan City, make a scene, and then demand more benefits in the future. His actual asking price was only 1.2 taels of silver per mu. He planned to wait a few more days until the port became more chaotic before agreeing to the deal, so that the Prince of Lu would not dare to underestimate him.

Based on his experience in the Ming Dynasty, local gentry and government offices had always fought each other in this way, and similar scenarios had repeated themselves for over a thousand years.

As long as Prince Lu pays the money, the Jinshan gentry will be the victims, and they will have a foothold in the matter of public opinion. If they are not victims, why would His Highness Prince Lu pay for it?

He had certainly considered that His Highness Prince Lu was an unconventional person, but he quickly shook his head and put that concern aside. Prince Lu was of noble birth, and the more noble a person was, the less they cared about saving face.

Han Qingde opened the window, letting the salty sea breeze blow into the room. Starting in October, Jinshan City entered the rainy season, and a storm was brewing in the eastern Pacific Ocean.

Soon, Han Qingde realized something was wrong. Tonight, the area around Jin Hailou was unusually quiet; there wasn't a single pedestrian on the street.

There is no curfew in Jinshan City. It's only 8 p.m., but Jinhailou, the biggest den of iniquity in Jinshan City, is completely deserted. Something's not right. Something's extremely wrong!
Zhao Mu led 120 coastal defense inspectors, with three inspectors each leading ten guards, for a total of 400 guards. These guards were all Jinshanbo's men. Quan Tianpei cooperated with Lu Wang's actions throughout, and his stance was always based on the overall interests of Jinshan Kingdom.

Quan Tianpei is a good person and a respectable man. He studied under Xing Yunlu and was more of an astronomer than a city lord in Jinshan City. He was good at business but not good at management. People's hearts are too complicated, and Quan Tianpei often felt exhausted. He rarely broke ties or overturned tables when he did things.

The current situation in Jinshan Kingdom is actually largely due to Quan Tianpei's kind-hearted nature.

The guards were in charge of clearing the streets, and there wasn't a single person to be seen on the entire street.

Zhao Mu ordered the torches to be lit. He drew his goose-feather saber, and the sound of the saber being drawn echoed along the street. Zhao Mu raised the saber and shouted, "The raging waves surge beside the warship; I am willing to use my crippled body to calm the sea."

"Coastal patrol officers and Jinshan guards, listen to my command! Arrest everyone in the tavern! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"If the road is uneven, someone must tread it; we should be the first to do so!"

"loyalty!"

Zhao Mu gave a clear order, slowly lowered the knife in his hand, and pointed it at Jin Hailou.

Fairness? Justice? Zhao Mu never believed in these things. What bullshit fairness and justice! They were all blatant lies uttered by scholars!

Zhao Mu was able to obtain the title of Hundred-Household Commander of Qingyuan Guard and regain everything he had lost, all because of the Emperor's will. Therefore, he must repay His Majesty with loyalty.

As the soldiers began entering Jin Hai Lou, the waiters, shop assistants, and pimps downstairs had already sensed something was wrong. Nighttime was usually the busiest time for the gambling den, but today it was deserted. All the shop assistants squatted down facing the wall with their hands raised.

Back when Jinshan City was first built, robberies were frequent. This was how the guys always dealt with it. As for alerting the gentlemen upstairs? The guys had already done their job by not going upstairs with the robbers to rob them!

It's just a few taels of silver a month, why risk your life for it?
Zhao Mu expected fierce resistance, but upon entering Jin Hai Lou, he found everyone crouching against the wall. He ordered his men to go upstairs, and soldiers kicked down doors and screamed. Zhao Mu sat in the lobby, and all the criminals were arrested.

Han Qingde realized something was wrong and tried to escape. Before the soldiers entered the building, he ran out the back door. He tried to bribe a soldier he knew with one hundred taels of silver, but the soldier acted as if he didn't know him and simply pushed him down.

Normally, they might accept the money, but when Prince Lu loses his temper, the guards dare not accept it. Once Prince Lu investigates, no one can escape.

Soon, the coastal defense inspectors and guards were divided into sixteen teams and began to confiscate the homes of all the Jinshan gentry who appeared in Jinhai Tower.

Zhu Yiliu stood at the highest point of the Luwang Mansion, in the main hall's bell and drum tower, watching the city as torches lit up the Jinhai Tower, followed by streaks of fire heading into the city.

The arrests and raids lasted for two full hours before stopping.

As the city gradually quieted down, the battle on the distant coast also came to an end. The slaves, facing the fully armed Jinshan Navy, immediately chose to surrender. Even as the army advanced to suppress them, very few were killed. The slaves knelt on the ground in droves, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The slaves knew very well that they were property. Even after the army marched in and they surrendered, they would still be slaves. Even someone as noble as the Prince of Lu would have to work for them. No matter who their master was, as long as they obeyed, they wouldn't die; at most, they would get kicked a couple of times.

On October 7th of the nineteenth year, the bloody night in Jinshan City ended. Although it was called a bloody night, not many people died.

Zhao Mu began to investigate the cases. During the search of the houses, he discovered many new circumstances, such as disrespect, opium trafficking, and the buying and selling of Han people. Each of these cases was far worse than the land grabbing at the port.

“Your Highness, here are the documents confiscated from these sixteen families. Fourteen of them have many grievances against His Majesty, and their foul language is unbearable to read.” Zhao Mu presented the evidence to Prince Lu.

Zhu Yiliu was about to open it when Meng Jinquan pressed down on the letter and shook his head. "A ruler should not raise an army out of anger. He has already read what's inside, and he's afraid that if Zhu Yiliu reads it, he will be so enraged that he will lose his temper."

Zhu Yiliu gestured for Meng Jinquan to step aside. After reading through all the documents one by one, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and anger was written all over his face.

"I'm furious! Bring me a knife!" Zhu Yiliu was enraged and slammed his fist on the long wooden table, making a loud noise.

"I have witnessed with my own eyes how much my imperial brother has sacrificed for the revival of the Ming Dynasty. Such wicked words are condemned by both gods and men! I will personally preside over this public trial, and I will behead the ringleader, Han Qingde!" It took Zhu Yiliu a quarter of an hour to suppress his anger as he entered the Jinshan Prefecture prison and chopped people to pieces one by one.

Zhu Yiliu said the emperor was like a donkey in a mill, and Li Yashi said His Majesty was stingy. This was also a great disrespect. However, this great disrespect was more about saying that His Majesty was too diligent and too frugal, which was a case of going too far.

Being overly diligent in government will lead to a very short political life; being overly frugal will eventually make the emperor question his own motives.

However, the vulgar language Zhu Yiliu saw was all vulgar and offensive, which he could not accept.

Zhu Yiliu is a troublemaker, and he deserves to be scolded, but in any case, his elder brother should not be scolded.

The people of the Ming Dynasty do not thank His Majesty. This is Zhu Yiliu's biggest feeling since he took up his fief. This is true in the heartland of the Ming Dynasty and also in the coastal areas.

Because the mouthpiece and the pen were controlled by powerful figures, local gentry, and gentry, these people, whose interests were harmed or who did not receive enough to satisfy their desires during the grand Wanli Reforms, were naturally full of complaints and resentment.

"To the jail!" Zhu Yiliu grew angrier the more he thought about it, and stood up, though he didn't take his knife.

Meng Jinquan said with a troubled expression, "Your Highness, it would be better to execute him after a public trial."

"I know, I don't kill people." Zhu Yiliu was well aware of the role these people played. He wanted to hold a public trial to appease the people. The inventor of the public trial was none other than himself, Zhu Yiliu!

We can't kill him, let's beat him up first to vent our anger.

Zhu Yiliu stormed into the prison of Jinshan Prefecture, found Han Qingde, and without saying a word, punched Han Qingde in the face, followed by a knee strike to Han Qingde's stomach.

Han Qingde's face became a kaleidoscope of colors, turning red, then pale, and even yellow. Soon, he was drenched in sweat, clutching his stomach as he crouched in the corner of the cell. He felt like he was about to die, his vision went blank, and he saw stars.

Zhu Yiliu was very measured in his actions, and Han Qingde felt less pain after a while.

"Dare to insult my imperial brother? I'll skin you alive!" Zhu Yiliu spat viciously, announcing Han Qingde's method of death.

Han Qingde was so weak he could barely stand. He leaned against the wall and sat down. Hearing what Prince Lu said, he felt utterly hopeless. He said tremblingly, "Your Highness is wise. I, Han, have never cursed His Majesty."

"Still dare to argue?!" Zhu Yiliu roared in fury.

Meng Jinquan whispered a reminder: "Your Highness, when Han Qingde's family was raided, the documents in his home did not contain any disrespect for His Majesty. Of the sixteen families, only two did not curse His Majesty, and Han Qingde's family was one of them."

Han Qingde hates His Majesty, a hatred born of the murder of his father. However, even Han Qingde feels that his father deserved to die for what he did. In all the cases His Majesty has handled over the years, not a single one has been a miscarriage of justice.

That beating was for nothing.

"Find a few quilts and hang up all those who have cursed my imperial brother. I'll come over and beat them every day!" Zhu Yiliu gave the order, wanting to come over every day to practice his martial arts.

Hearing the screams coming from the cell, Han Qingde shrank back into the corner. The two blows he received were indeed relatively mild.

Your Highness's martial arts skills are truly remarkable!

After beating the man, Zhu Yiliu finally felt a little better. He passed by Han Qingde's cell, stopped and looked at Han Qingde before saying, "Han Qingde, I'll let you die knowing why. Before my brother left, he told me that we must never let the practice of distributing according to the degree of disturbance become a common means for some people to seek illegitimate benefits."

"This is not the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty can tolerate your methods because it has a strong foundation. The Jinshan Kingdom has only just been established. If you succeed in this matter, the Jinshan Kingdom will perish."

"Do you understand it?"

Han Qingde was somewhat taken aback, but he finally sighed and said, "I understand."

Jinshan Kingdom is not located in the heartland of the Ming Dynasty, and given its size, it is truly impossible to support it.

(End of this chapter)