I'm really not doing business

Chapter 944: Fighting with the King of Hell
After Wang Chonggu left, the emperor protected Wang Chonggu's posthumous reputation, sorted out the personnel relations of the Labor Party, promoted the implementation of the Chidao, and further promoted the maturity of the metropolitan urban management of the Ming Dynasty.

Some of these things may seem trivial, but the success of the Wanli Reform was the result of the continuous accumulation of these trivial things, which eventually led to the achievements of the Wanli Reform.

Ling Yunyi found Zhang Juzheng and mentioned the idea of ​​rectifying private education. Originally, Ling Yunyi thought that reducing interest rates was the most difficult part, but in actual implementation he found that it was really simple and only required a piece of official document.

Be it money shops or gentry, most of the poor laborers they bullied on weekdays were illiterate, but now they lend money at high interest rates to students. Not only can the students read, they also dare to file complaints in the government office.

These money houses and gentry did not dare to bully too harshly, so the government decrees were generally obeyed.

A new order was formed in the game and struggle between students and money lenders.

In the Legend of White Snake, Xu Xian was converted and White Snake was suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda. Xu Xian's son Xu Shilin asked Fahai to release White Snake, but Fahai refused.

Later, Xu Shilin became the top scorer in the imperial examination. He said, "I am Xu Shilin of the Central Government. Please take over the West Lake Office for me." Fahai had to be released.

The Legend of White Snake is fictitious, but Wan Zhongzhen really passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi.

Wan Zhongzhen actually didn't have to pay back the money. The debt collectors from the moneylender didn't dare to pursue the Jinshi. Even though Wan Zhongzhen was only a Jinshi ranked 172nd in the third class, he was still a Jinshi, a member of the ruling class who selected officials.

The reason why Wan Zhongzhen insisted on paying back the money was that he refused to accept this favor, because accepting this favor would cause a lot of trouble in the future. This debt was the first step to his downfall.

The money house may not want it, but Wan Zhongzhen must give it, so that this loan relationship becomes a purely monetary relationship and the cause and effect can be resolved by repaying the money.

Because they can gain power through the imperial examinations, and with the orders of the imperial court, students are in an advantageous position in the struggle and can naturally obtain an order that is more favorable to them.

The most troublesome part of the rectification of education was the first one: abolishing the system of attached nationality. This was something that Ling Yunyi and Zhang Juzheng had never expected, and it was met with extremely widespread opposition.

In May of the eighteenth year of the Wanli reign, the capital lost its previous liveliness. In normal years, the aroma of wine filled the capital throughout May because of the Kaigu Dianjian Wine Festival. However, due to the weather changes, the Kaigu Dianjian Wine Festival was cancelled by His Majesty the Emperor.

The emperor did not advocate using grain to make wine, but he did not issue any strange decree such as a prohibition on alcohol. Things like a prohibition on alcohol were useless except for breeding criminal gangs and expanding the smuggling economy.

On the fourth day of May, there was good news in Tonghe Palace again. Concubine Gu Zhuang gave birth to the eighth prince Zhu Changzhan for the emperor. He weighed five catties and nine ounces. Both mother and child were safe. As usual, the emperor distributed auspicious boxes and shared his joy with his ministers.

On the seventh day, after the court meeting, Zhang Juzheng and Ling Yunyi did not go to Wenyuan Pavilion to sit in the office after the morning court, but went to the imperial study in Tonghe Palace with Xu Chengchu, who had been waiting for a long time.

This small meeting was obviously held to discuss the decree to rectify educational affairs.

In fact, Zhang Juzheng and Ling Yunyi discovered during the court meeting that the emperor seemed very tired, completely different from the vigorous, energetic and seemingly tireless emperor in his daily life.

When they arrived at the West Flower Hall, the Prime Minister and the Second Prime Minister discovered that His Majesty was really tired.

"It seems that the most expensive thing in the world is fairness, even if it is only relative fairness." Zhu Yijun drank a cup of strong tea and read all the opposing memorials and miscellaneous reports.

The voices of opposition this time were overwhelming, and they seemed to be determined to perish along with the Yuan Fu if he insisted on having his own way.

Zhang Juzheng moved his body slightly uncomfortably and whispered, "This time, the academic director of the Royal Institute of Technology is also among them."

"I have seen it." Zhu Yijun was not in a very good spirits, but he still read every memorial carefully. He picked up several memorials and miscellaneous newspapers on the table and showed them to Zhang Juzheng, indicating to Zhang Juzheng that he had not missed any.

These are the opinions of the professors of the Royal Institute of Technology, who also believe that the system of dependent citizenship should not be abolished.

The resistance was far greater than Zhu Yijun had imagined.

The academic director of the Royal Institute of Technology opposed the decree to cancel the dependent status because it harmed their interests. Once the dependent status was cancelled, it would mean that the difficulty for their children and grandchildren to be admitted to the Royal Institute of Technology would increase infinitely.

The academicians have already been registered as residents of the capital, and their children and grandchildren only need to compete with the students in the capital. Once the registration is cancelled, they will have to compete with talents from all over the world. The academicians expressed their opinions very strongly, hoping that the court would pull back from the brink.

Xu Chengchu stood next to Zhang Juzheng, and only then did he realize why he was qualified to attend this meeting. What he was worried about was happening.

Xu Chengchu opposed the Dinghai school system because these metropolises would drain talent from poor areas and make them even poorer. He originally thought that this would happen a long, long time later, but he did not expect it to come so soon!

Not canceling the system of attached permanent residence does not mean that outstanding local students cannot be admitted to the Imperial University of Peking. These outstanding students can still be admitted, and attached permanent residence is just a threshold.

For extremely talented students, the threshold has never been a problem. There are many people willing to provide help to these talented and excellent students.

Even poor students, as long as they were good enough, such as Xu Chengchu, Shen Shixing, Li Kaifang, etc., could pass the Jinshi examination, and the threshold for the imperial examination was even higher.

The rapid concentration of outstanding students in wealthy places such as the capital, Songjiang Prefecture, and Nan Ya is already happening.

This is picking the best talents. The best talents in these places are all concentrated in the capital, Songjiang Prefecture and other places. How can the local areas develop rapidly if they lack high-quality talents?

It seems to be a foregone conclusion that poor places are getting poorer and rich places are getting richer.

"In fact, the soldiers in the Beijing camp and the craftsmen in the official factories did not say it, but if the registration system is not cancelled, only students from the capital can be admitted to the Imperial University of Peking, which is also beneficial to them." Zhu Yijun took a deep breath and expressed his opinion to Zhang Juzheng.

He was not just the academician of the Imperial University of Peking.

The soldiers of the Beijing garrison and the craftsmen of the official factories did not express their opinions now, but that did not mean they were unaware of the interests involved. Closing the door after getting in a car was extremely common everywhere.

If Zhu Yijun insisted on canceling the registration of all academies and colleges, it would mean that the loyal Shuntian Prefecture might no longer be so loyal. When the emperor was on his southern tour, someone might do something to give the emperor a big surprise.

Zhu Yijun was able to tour the south because Shuntian Prefecture was loyal enough, and this loyalty was largely due to the fact that the Beijing camp was there, sharpening its knives and eyeing the capital.

But what if the soldiers in the Beijing camp were also dissatisfied with the emperor's decree of reform? This was something the emperor could not accept.

Xu Chengchu felt that the weather in May was a little too hot. He was already sweating profusely. The emperor seemed to have no position to support this decree that would make the world more fair.

Canceling the attached nationality was equivalent to canceling the special status of Shuntian Prefecture and canceling the educational privileges of the people of Shuntian Prefecture.

"Let alone absolute fairness, even relative fairness is difficult to achieve." Zhu Yijun looked at Ling Yunyi and said with some emotion.

Ling Yunyi thought about it, stamped his feet and said, "Since it was proposed by me, I will do it. Let them scold me in the future. Anyway, I don't have many years left to live."

Pushing forward government orders in a tyrannical and unreasonable manner, forming rules while a person is alive, even if he is dead, the rules have been established and the benefits have been divided, the vested interests and the emperor can work together to maintain the rules, which may prevent the rules from being corrupted.

This is a way of exchanging pieces, but this kind of exchange has great uncertainty.

Not to mention the despairing fate and curse of the death of a leader and the demise of his regime, can this method of exchanging pieces, sacrificing Ling Yunyi's reputation after his death, really succeed?
There are some things that ministers cannot do, like conferring a title on Qi Jiguang. Even if Zhang Juzheng was willing to do it, he could not do it. Only the emperor can confer titles on people with military honors.

Similarly, the cost of canceling the vassal state and the support of the people are borne by the emperor, so it can only be implemented by the emperor. Otherwise, Ling Yunyi will be accused of disloyalty and usurpation, and he will not be able to bear it.

Ling Yunyi was obviously well aware of this fact. After he finished speaking, he sighed heavily, and the West Flower Hall of the Imperial Study in Tonghe Palace became quiet.

Zhu Yijun rubbed his eyebrows. He felt a little tired and was thinking about what to do.

Canceling the system of dependent permanent residents, allowing the 18 universities and the Dinghai school system to benefit all people in the world were in line with Zhu Yijun's basic proposition of making the Ming Dynasty great again. This time, the greatness included the poor and laboring people.

However, the price of canceling his nationality was that Zhu Yijun would have to sit on a golden toilet, and he would be trapped in the capital for the rest of his life, unable to move.

It was impossible for Zhu Yijun to continue his southern tour while Shuntian Prefecture was not very loyal.

This includes not only the Beijing Garrison, but also the Songjiang Navy which is registered under Songjiang Prefecture, and the Nanyang Navy which is registered under Guangzhou Prefecture. These troops are all vested interests, and the result of forced abolition is basically foreseeable.

The best school in the capital of the Ming Dynasty was the Imperial Polytechnic School, and the second best school was the Shanghai University. The Beijing garrison and navy covered by these two schools were also beneficiaries.

Zhu Yijun rubbed his eyebrows and continued with half-closed eyes: "If the Dinghai school system had not been set up with the selection of filial and honest officials and recommendation letters, the scholars and officials of our Ming Dynasty would have been extremely loyal to the emperor and the country."

The Dinghai school system had two routes. The first was to build a university, then a normal college, and finally a three-level school. The other route was to build a primary school first, then a normal college, then three-level schools, and finally a university.

These two routes, one from top to bottom and the other from bottom to top, have very obvious advantages and disadvantages.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhu Yijun chose a top-down approach because he was the emperor and the implementation of the Dinghai school system was the responsibility of the court. The court could effectively control the construction of universities and normal schools, and control the pace of promoting the Dinghai school system.

However, the implementation of the Dinghai school system from top to bottom was bound to encounter a problem, that is, the aristocratic system. In fact, the emperor had made sufficient preparations and was lenient with the enemy, thinking that the Ming Dynasty literati would turn the University into a system of recommendation similar to the one for selecting filial and honest officials.

However, in the past few years since the Dinghai school system was promoted, the main way to enter school is still to take an examination. Every admission requires an examination, and if the score on the examination is not high enough, admission is not allowed.

Every promotion requires an examination, which is a method generally accepted by everyone, rather than the system of recommendation, which would definitely bring out people from powerful families.

Zhang Juzheng obviously noticed that the emperor was in poor condition. He thought for a moment and thought of a possibility. His face changed and he said, "The second prince's illness has not healed yet?"

"No." Zhu Yijun heard Zhang Juzheng's question, exhaled heavily, and answered the question.

The mother of the second prince Zhu Changchao was Concubine Ran Shu. The child had been in poor health since childhood and was weak. He had a fever four or five times a year and his tonsils were red and swollen. Because of the swelling, they often became inflamed and the fever would never end, lasting at least six or seven days.

Zhu Changchao did not practice martial arts like his brother Zhu Changzhi. On weekdays, he could not eat sugar, cold food, or even slightly spicy beef or mutton. He was like a porcelain baby.

Zhu Yijun had always thought that the older the child was, the stronger his immunity would be, and the condition would gradually get better. But since the year before last, Zhu Changchao had a fever twelve or thirteen times a year.

Zhu Changchao was born in December of the eighth year of the Wanli reign. He was just over nine years old and weighed only 40 kilograms, not as heavy as his two younger brothers who were one year younger than him.

When the seasons changed, the thin Zhu Changchao started to have a fever again, and the fever lasted for more than ten days. In addition, due to swollen tonsils, he had constant nosebleeds.

Children are prone to nosebleeds, and due to the spring drought, seasonal changes, Zhu Changchao's thin body, swollen tonsils and other reasons, Zhu Changchao's nosebleeds would take more than half a quarter of an hour to stop.

Seven days ago, Zhu Changchao started to have a fever. Ran Huiniang, who had just given birth, took care of the child in tears. Looking at the blood-stained scarf, she was really helpless.

Last night, Zhu Yijun went to Ran Huiniang's palace and was busy all night without rest. In the morning, he took a short nap and started the early court meeting.

"I'm afraid he's getting seriously ill. Chen Shigong plans to operate on the Second Prince and cut off the rotten moth as a last try." Zhu Yijun did not hide the intention from Zhang Juzheng and Ling Yunyi, and told the Prime Minister and the Second Prime Minister that the Second Prince's condition was probably not good.

When he left in the morning, Zhu Changchao's fever had not subsided and his nosebleed had not stopped. Wu Lian, Chen Shigong, Pang Xian and other great doctors had consulted him, and even the bedridden Li Shizhen was invited to see him. But there were not many solutions for this situation.

Chen Shigong planned to give it one last try. He planned to remove his tonsils. Tonsils are called tonsils, and rotten tonsils mean that the tonsils have undergone organic lesions.

In fact, there was no need for Chen Shigong to take any risks, because Zhu Changchao's condition was already very bad. He was too thin and his condition was so serious that the chances of success would be extremely small if he underwent surgery at this time.

It was the duty of the chief medical officer to ensure that Zhu Changchao survived, but if Zhu Changchao didn't hold on, this would be the second time that Chen Shigong posed a fatal threat to the royal family. The first time was the inflammation of the emperor's wisdom teeth, and Chen Shigong was also the lead surgeon at that time.

What Chen Shigong did was not a surgery at all; it was clearly a gamble with the King of Hell. He was risking his own life and Zhu Changchao's life in a desperate attempt to snatch people from the King of Hell.

"Your Majesty, the deputy minister and I have finalized the cancellation of the attached nationality. Your Majesty, please go and have a rest first." Zhang Juzheng and Ling Yunyi stood up, ready to take their leave. Your Majesty was now somewhat exhausted.

Zhu Yijun felt that his thoughts were a little confused, and nodded and said, "Sir, please do it first. If it doesn't work, then I will do it."

"We will take our leave." Zhang Juzheng, Ling Yunyi and Xu Chengchu bowed their heads and took their leave.

Zhu Yijun did not return to the bedroom in the imperial study to rest, but went to Ran Huiniang's Yonghe Palace and asked about the preparations of the chief doctors. Ran Huiniang was still crying, and at this time, she had completely lost her usual indifference.

"Mom, don't cry. When you cry, I want to cry too." Zhu Changchao grabbed his mother's hand and whispered. At this time, his lips were a little pale and his face was a little yellow.

At the age of nine, he actually understood that he might have to leave because his older brothers and sisters had all come to see him.

"Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry." Ran Hui's mother wiped her tears, pursed her lips, and held the child's hand, holding it tightly.

Zhu Changchao was a very sensible child. His mother was always sick and crying, so Zhu Changchao learned not to cry, no matter how much pain she was in. He would also persuade his mother not to cry.

"Dad, am I going to die?" Zhu Changchao looked at his father who was sitting next to him. In his memory, his father was very busy and he could only see him three or four times a month. Most of the time, he would be testing his homework.

He didn't think it was unfair because he could only see his most favored brother Zhu Changzhi three or four times a month.

His father, who was very busy, stayed in Yonghe Palace for a day and a night. After the court session, he went to Yonghe Palace again. Zhu Changchao knew that he was probably really going to die.

"No, the chief physician has superb medical skills. When you recover, dad will teach you martial arts. Dad is very powerful!" Zhu Yijun comforted Zhu Changchao with a smile on his face, as if he really did as he said and would get better soon.

"Well, I want my father to teach me martial arts." Zhu Changchao's eyes brightened and he nodded vigorously. He stopped talking because he really didn't have much strength left.

Soon, the eunuch lifted Zhu Changchao up and went to Jieku Hospital. The reason why they didn't do the surgery in Yonghe Palace was because it was not very hygienic there. Jieku Hospital had a completely sterilized operating room that could be used.

Zhu Yijun went to the hospital again. He did not go into the ward, nor did he call the chief medical officer to give him instructions. He sat in the small pavilion in the yard, leaning against the pillar of the octagonal pavilion, thinking about nothing, staring blankly at the flowers and plants in the yard.

Life is indeed very fragile.

Feng Bao brought a blanket and covered His Majesty with it. At this moment, His Majesty was either the omnipotent and supreme Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, or just an ordinary father.

"Your Majesty, would you like to take a rest?" Feng Bao asked the emperor. He didn't want to go anywhere, just take a nap in this small pavilion.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and said nothing. He was very sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. He felt that this day had caught him off guard. The last time they met, Zhu Changchao was very thin but still lively. He did well in his studies and always hoped to get his father's praise.

In the blink of an eye, his illness suddenly became so serious that it was seriously ill.

Zhu Yijun waited for nearly an hour, but finally he could not hold on any longer and fell asleep leaning against a pillar. However, his sleep was very restless and he had a lot of incoherent and strange dreams, which made him even more anxious. A nameless anger was brewing in his chest.

"How long has it been?" He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red.

Feng Bao was startled and said quickly, "Your Majesty slept for a quarter of an hour."

A senior medical officer hurried out of the ward and said with some joy: "Your Majesty, the operation was successful, but you will have to stay in the dissection hospital for a few more days."

"Did it succeed?" Zhu Yijun took a deep breath, the blood in his eyes slowly faded away, and then he asked again blankly: "Did it succeed?"

"It succeeded, but the situation is not yet completely stable. It will take at least seven or eight days." The medical officer replied quickly.

"Okay, I'll go back. Take good care of Chao'er." Zhu Yijun stood up, feeling a little dizzy. If he continued to stay here, it would put too much pressure on the chief medical officer.

On that day, Zhu Yijun did not review the troops or review the memorials to the emperor. The next morning, Zhu Yijun did not even attend the morning court meeting. Zhang Juzheng presided over the meeting and sent the results to the palace for the emperor to stamp.

"I overslept and you didn't wake me up." When Zhu Yijun got up, he saw the resolution of the court meeting. He overslept and Feng Bao didn't wake him up.

Feng Bao replied: "The Queen Mother instructed me to do so. She said that the whole world is on your shoulders, and the dragon's health is the most important."

"Okay, bring the backlog of memorials from yesterday. After I read them, I will go to the North Camp to review the troops today." Zhu Yijun hesitated and asked in a low voice, "How is Chao'er's situation?"

"The chief physician said everything is fine." Feng Bao did not enter the ward either. The chief physician said everything was normal.

Zhu Yijun became active again, submitting memorials to the emperor and reviewing the troops, but the court officials obviously felt that the emperor was a little absent-minded.

Seven days later, the chief physician reported that Zhu Changchao was able to see the public. Zhu Yijun finished reading the last two memorials, took the empress and Concubine Ran Shu to the hospital to meet Zhu Changchao.

The sallow color on Zhu Changchao's face had faded, and there was some blood color on it. His lips were no longer white, but red.

"Dad, Mom." Zhu Changchao bowed. He still looked thin, but in much better spirit than before.

"Son!" Ran Huiniang held Zhu Changchao in her arms. She did not cry because she was tired and numb from crying.

She even thought that the emperor sent the child to the dismemberment hospital because he was afraid that she would be too sad. In fact, the child had already died, and he was lying to her so that she could slowly accept this reality.

She had been sleeping restlessly every night for the past few days. She always dreamed of her child and then woke up with a start. She even looked a little haggard. Now looking at her spirit, she looked like that patient.

"Dad, can I study medicine?" Zhu Changchao looked at his burly father and said with his head half raised.

Zhu Yijun touched Zhu Changchao's head and said with a smile: "Learn, there is nothing you can't learn."

The emperor called Chen Shigong aside and asked about the situation carefully. Chen Shigong explained the operation process in detail. Zhu Yijun didn't quite understand, but the situation was much better than Chen Shigong had expected. Zhu Changchao was very strong, had a strong desire to survive, and did not cry or make a fuss.

The dissection hospital was well prepared, because all the Japanese pirate specimens sent in, whether good or bad, had their tonsils removed, all by Chen Shigong himself.

These Japanese pirates lived very well, so Chen Shigong had the confidence to snatch them from the King of Hell.

"Your Majesty, we have used opium for three days, mainly to relieve pain. The pain was severe in the first three days. The second prince is still young, and we were afraid that he could not bear it." Chen Shigong reported the use of the medicine.

Children will feel uncomfortable and will blow their noses hard, which can easily cause bleeding, so some opium was used for pain relief.

Zhu Yijun had already read the medication for the operation and knew that the dosage was not large and would not cause addiction. The doctors were very cautious in using medication. He smiled and said, "Three days' worth of medication, there's nothing wrong with it."

The emperor never opposed the use of opium in medical treatment. He banned drugs to prevent opium from being used as a drug.

"Does Chao'er need to stay in the dissection hospital for another seven days?" Zhu Yijun asked after reading the doctor's instructions.

"It's better to stay in the Jiekuyuan so that I can take care of him more conveniently." Chen Shigong bowed his head and said. In fact, he could go back to the palace already. As long as he was careful and only ate soft food, rice porridge or noodles, there would generally be no big problem.

But Chen Shigong still decided to observe for another seven days. After all, it involved the prince and he could not be careless.

Seven days later, Zhu Changchao was discharged from the hospital smoothly. The emperor issued an imperial decree to commend the chief medical officers of the Jieku Hospital. All consulting medical officers were rewarded with a thousand silver coins, all chief medical officers of the Jieku Hospital were rewarded with a hundred silver coins each, and all medical officers and medical students were rewarded with twenty silver coins each.

Zhu Yijun also wrote the words "Qi Sheng Men Ting" in his own handwriting, and made it into a plaque and stone carving, which were placed in the Li Ku Hospital to thank the great doctors for their treatment.

That afternoon, the emperor returned from Wuying Tower and went to the Taimiao to worship his ancestors without notifying the Ministry of Rites.

He slept in the pavilion for a quarter of an hour and had many strange dreams. Zhu Yijun dreamed that Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di broke into the Yama Palace. The dream was very strange. The Yama Palace was not somewhere else, but the Tonghe Palace where Zhu Yijun lived.

Obviously this was a dream, but Zhu Changchao survived, and Zhu Yijun still went to the Taimiao to worship his ancestors.

"Feng Daban, please arrange for Zhu Changzhi and Zhu Changchao to practice martial arts with me for four days and four hours every month." Zhu Yijun returned to the imperial study in Tonghe Palace and said to Feng Bao.

"I obey your command." Feng Bao bowed his head and accepted the order. His Majesty did not have much free time. If he wanted to squeeze out these four hours, he had to make up for them.

"Huh? Has the job been done, sir?" Zhu Yijun flipped through the memorials and found that Zhang Juzheng had already completed the matter of cancelling the attached nationality. None of the censors, academicians, Hanlin scholars, book directors, and school directors submitted any memorials to object, and the matter was thus accomplished.

Feng Bao smiled and said, "The Yuanfu picked out twenty people and asked them to meet at the Quanchu Guild Hall. The Yuanfu talked to them personally."

"The Prime Minister gave them a condition: the three-level schools would not be deregistered, but the universities and normal schools must be deregistered."

"Did they agree to it just like that? Didn't they look like they were ready to perish together with their loved ones?" Zhu Yijun asked in surprise.

Feng Bao thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, if they don't agree, they won't even get the conditions for being admitted to the third-level school. The Yuanfu was already very harsh, and now Duke Wencheng is gone."

Zhang Juzheng hasn't lost his temper in these years, not because he has no temper. Wang Chonggu, the only court official who could fight with Zhang Juzheng, has also left. In order to prevent being dealt with by Zhang Juzheng, it is safest to agree to it as soon as possible.

"What about the Beijing camp?" Zhu Yijun asked the most crucial question.

Feng Bao explained: "Your Majesty, before Zhenwu, the Ming army basically did not receive any pay, and the half pay they received was only for being stationed in key locations."

The demands of the Beijing Camp have actually always been very simple. They just want the court to stop promoting culture and military power. That is thanks to the blessings of our ancestors and the wisdom of His Majesty. How many generals and soldiers came from that time.

The emperor didn't want the soldiers to have any complaints, and the soldiers didn't want His Majesty to think they were disloyal.

(End of this chapter)