Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

The East China Sea bandit army has been capturing cities and territories along the way. They have now taken Wuzhou and are crossing Xiongci Ridge to the north.

The rash spread to Cuizhou and surrounding towns, and tens of thousands of people were infected with the disease.

Refugees in the Sijiang area formed gangs and marched north in long groups with flags raised, seeking an explanation from the imperial court.

The major martial arts sects, not knowing what was going on, thought that the flood was a natural disaster. They believed that the reason why Daliang suffered this was because Emperor Chongwen was unworthy of his position. For a time, rumors spread that "the Qilin wood was no longer in the Daliang Palace, and the Ming royal family should let the emperor abdicate."

There were also some people in power who could not distinguish right from wrong and instigated martial arts heroes to interfere in politics and join the camp of King Yuan Jin of Donghai in an attempt to change the dynasty.

When Antaeus and the Imperial Guards swarmed in to guard the city gates, they were met with protests from the people.

After two days of stalemate, the Daliang army's supplies were reduced by half. Ming Zhidu ordered the bandit army to attack from the east and west, as if they were playing house with the Daliang army, just wasting time without fighting.

After Mei Chengting was imprisoned in Tianlao, the civil and military officials who came to the capital had completely lost their taboos. They openly supported the second prince Ming Ying to temporarily take over the government on behalf of Emperor Chongwen, as if they wanted to take advantage of Emperor Chongwen's illness to quickly replace the emperor.

The soldiers of Mingying took a risky move, thinking that they had to capture the leader first, and sent nearly 10,000 elite soldiers to capture Mingzhidu, but they were easily defeated by Xin Jusong. The second prince, who was always vicious, finally panicked. He asked Qiu Nanyan for help and planned to gather the nine prefectures to protect Shangjing with all their strength.

When Ming Fanlan entered the palace, what he saw were those greenhorns holding cold weapons in their hands and guarding the palace tightly.

They saw that her face was unfamiliar and swung their swords at her without asking any questions, making Ming Fanlan so angry that she couldn't breathe.

Every year, when the plum rain season comes in the south, the capital is always gloomy, with yellow clouds covering the sky and seeming to hang over people's heads. A strange wind blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, accompanied by suppressed sighs. The armor of the soldiers defending the city trembles, and the iron sheets clash, like the low moan of a country in mourning.

The moment the purple-clothed woman rushed into Sulong Palace, she felt very complicated.

Ming Ying, sitting on the nine-claw dragon chair with an attitude of a winner, seemed flustered and at a loss. On the table in front of him was a defense map of the Daliang city checkpoints, with dozens of stone chess pieces arranged in formations and interlaced.

The moment he looked at Ming Fanlan, he subconsciously stood up and took half a step back vigilantly.

"Second Princess?"

Ming Fanlan glanced at him, folded his hands in front of him, and looked dignified, not at all like he had just experienced several fights.

"Kneel down." Her lips moved, intimidating without being angry.

Ming Ying frowned upon hearing this, "Aunt, you are back in the palace today, why are you acting like you are going to charge me?" He flicked his sleeves, his eyes showing obvious rejection, "If I remember correctly, when you left more than ten years ago, didn't you say you would never return to the palace in this lifetime? Why? Did you hear that my father was ill and come here to share a piece of the imperial power?"

Ming Fanlan's expression gradually turned cold. She narrowed her eyes and looked Ming Ying up and down, "I told you to kneel down."

Ming Ying coughed twice, and Qiu Nanyue walked out from the screen behind the dragon throne. The second prince seemed to have gained some advantage, and gave Qiu Nanyue a look, indicating that he should clear his name.

Unexpectedly, before Qiu Nanyan could even utter a word, two clusters of golden needles in Ming Fanlan's hand flew out through the wind and pierced directly into Ming Ying's knee.

"Ah!" He fell to his knees in a panic, holding his knees and taking two deep breaths. Then, he looked back at Ming Fanlan with resentment, "You!"

"Since you have received my letter and know that I will be returning to the palace, why don't you withdraw your troops to welcome me?"

Ming Fanlan walked towards Ming Ying step by step. Her steps were light, but they were clearly audible in the silent Sulong Palace.

Qiu Nanyan received her gaze, slowly bowed her head, and replied with useless words: "I did not do my job properly, I hope the princess will forgive me." "Pa!" The purple-clothed woman looked arrogant, she raised her hand and slapped Ming Ying in the face without thinking, "I am asking you."

Ming Ying was half-fallen by the force. He was extremely surprised by the slap that just landed on his left cheek. After half a minute, he straightened up again, but wanted to pick up the inkstone on the table to fight back.

The purple true energy circled around the woman's slender jade fingers and fell again on the half of Mingying's face that was not hit. The inkstone he had just touched was bounced away and fell to the ground and shattered.

Ming Fanlan was still proud and dignified. She looked down at her nephew who was wild and a little stupid.

"I have been the second best fighter in the world for nearly ten years. How can you, the soldiers, stop me? Even if your father is ill, it is far from your turn to rule the government of Daliang. You put An Taisi, who is the most knowledgeable about deploying troops, in the prison. Do you want to collude with Ming Zhidu to destroy Daliang and the Ming royal family's century-old foundation?"

"You are not the empress's legitimate child, so even if the throne is passed on, it will not be your turn. You sent your men to break the third brother's legs. What were you thinking? I don't need to tell you. In the past few years, you have been doing some small tricks openly and secretly. Your father did not point it out to you and let you become like this!"

"Pa!" Another slap caused some blood to flow from the corner of Ming Ying's mouth. He gritted his teeth in hatred and held the hidden weapon in his sleeve tightly in his palm, waiting for the right moment. He would definitely counterattack Ming Fanlan!

Ming Fanlan slowly side-glanced at Qiu Nanyan, "You and Mei Chengting are the most capable people around Ming He, but how come there is a day when you can't understand why you have to follow this idiot to govern the country?
What do you think? Could it be that you, the Nine Prefectures Envoy, want to follow the example of the previous dynasty's Duke Huanyu and use the emperor to control the princes?"

"I dare not! It's just..." Qiu Nanyan looked awkward, as if he was forced and had nothing to say.

"I'm asking if you dare or not?" Ming Fanlan noticed Ming Ying's small movement of flipping the hidden weapon in his hand, but she pretended not to see it. She stared at Qiu Nanyan and said in shock: "I'm puzzled. I've been away from the palace for more than ten years. Until now, my words have no effect."

Qiu Nanyan understood what she meant and knelt down with a plop. He performed the etiquette of a subject to her, "Princess, calm down! I will go to the Tianzi prison and invite Envoy Mei out, and send the third prince to the Imperial Hospital!"

The hidden weapon hit Ming Fanlan with force, and there was a smile of revenge in Ming Ying's eyes. He looked at the face of the woman who was talking to Qiu Nanyue with her head raised, and evil thoughts came to his mind. He wanted to destroy her annoying arrogant expression!

Use a knife to cut off her face, one cut at a time!

But somehow, the hidden weapon turned around just before it was about to pierce Ming Fanlan's chest, and pierced Ming Ying's shoulder instead...

Ming Ying's eyes widened. He looked at his bleeding shoulder in disbelief and began to shiver.

The purple-robed woman lowered her eyes to look at him, her eyes so cold that they seemed to be frozen.

Qiu Nanyan was horrified, "Second Prince! You are so stupid! How could you use a hidden weapon against the princess? This, this, this!" After seeing the knife on Qing Mingying's shoulder, he was obviously panicked, "This is a weapon I gave you for self-protection... It's poisoned!"

"A poisoned weapon?" Ming Fanlan's eyebrows showed a hint of disbelief, "You're actually going to use it on me?"

Qiu Nanyan repeatedly helped Ming Ying, who was spitting out black blood, up, "Princess! I'll go get the imperial physician! I'll go get the imperial physician!"

"No need." Ming Fanlan refused without hesitation. She looked deeply at Ming Ying, whose eyes were like venomous snakes, and then raised her head, her gaze fixed on the dragon throne, with no emotion visible: "Why save him? Let Daliang have another person like Ming Zhidu? Envoy Qiu, my peony needle is the first of the seven hidden weapons, he must know it. He should have thought it through when he used that knife on me."

"But! Princess! The Second Prince...after all..."

The hall was silent for a moment. In the dim light, Qiu Nanyyan saw the reluctance and determination on Ming Fanlan's face. These two completely different emotions mixed into one sentence.

"Just think of it as leaving a way out for the third and fifth brothers." (End of this chapter)