Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 413: Demolishing the Tower to Provide Disaster Relief
The first thing Mei Chengting did after walking out of the Tianzi prison cell was not to rush to Sulong Palace to visit the still unconscious Emperor Chongwen, nor to go to Gongri Hall to reminisce with Ming Fanlan. After watching the guards of Antaisi carry Ming Li, whose legs were seriously injured, into the carriage bound for the Imperial Hospital, he ran straight to the sentry post outside the Tianzi prison cell, sent someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and quickly wrote something with his wide sleeves.

Three war eagles flew away from Shangjing at the same time, one flew towards Changlin Cliff, one flapped its wings towards the ancestral home of the Yu family on Gushan Mountain, and the other flew towards the Sijiang area.

When Yu Ruyi received the letter, there was obvious displeasure in his eyes. In front of Deputy Envoy Zhang Yuan, he crumpled up Mei Chengting's handwritten letter and threw it into the wastebasket on the desk.

Zhang Yuan was horrified, "Little Saint Yu, what are you doing?! The envoy must have something important to ask for, that's why he sent this letter!"

The young man in white moved his lips slightly, picked up the teacup and moistened his throat, then asked, "Important? If it was really important, he should have come to the Four Rivers area to meet me in person. He sent me letters three times, urging me to come to the capital. What does he think of me? A servant?"

Zhang Yuan did not dare to refute openly, so he could only persuade him tactfully: "Holy Lord, please do not be offended. At present, there are wars all over Daliang, and there is a plague spreading south of the Yangtze River. The envoy is in Shangjing to help the royal family manage the overall situation. He did not come in person because he was busy.

I think that Prince Yuanjin and his gang of bandits have already passed Xiongci Ridge. In ten days at most, they will have to cross the moat and enter the capital! The imperial physician appointed by the court has just arrived in Cuizhou, and the source of the plague has not been found, but the national treasury..."

"What's wrong with the national treasury?" Yu Ruyi put down the teacup and pretended to be confused even though she knew the truth.

Zhang Yuan noticed that the boy's tone was gradually getting colder, and he answered with a stiff face: "The national treasury is empty and can't hold out for much longer. But from the military pay and weapons supplies for the Daliang troops to resist the rebels, to the herbs and herbs for the imperial doctors to treat the epidemic, including the repair of the people's homes after the disaster, and the reconstruction of the dams in the four rivers... all of these require money."

"What does that have to do with me?" Yu Ruyi smiled, with sarcasm clearly visible on his lips. He looked at Zhang Yuan, "Over the years, how much money have I paid to the national treasury? From Haicheng Pearl County to Ningcheng Yuji Pavilion, I have made so many unprofitable deals!

My sword-making hall was opened in Jianghu, but Emperor Chongwen said that no one was allowed to privately make swords and knives in Daliang, so my sword-making hall was closed!
When I first moved to Shangjing, he sent people to secretly suppress my Liumeirenzhuang in Zhushoucheng, causing a girl to commit suicide!

This young master is magnanimous and does not want to argue with him too much. Bridges are bridges and roads are roads. The empty treasury is what Emperor Chongwen should worry about, not me, Yu Ruyi!"

"Little Saint Yu! We are facing a powerful enemy and many difficulties. Why do you keep holding on to these old things?" Zhang Yuan knelt down with a plop. The eight-foot-tall middle-aged man knocked his forehead to the ground, making a loud sound. "I am the deputy envoy of the Antai Division, Zhang Yuan. On behalf of the thousand guards of the Antai Division, we beg Little Saint Yu to return to the capital! For your kindness to Daliang today, we will repay you with our lives in the future!"

"Who wants your lives? Are your lives valuable?" Yu Ruyi rolled her eyes and drank her tea slowly.

Zhang Yuan was completely at his wit's end as the young man refused to give in. He frowned, sighed, leaned on his knees as if giving up, and tried to stand up.

Unexpectedly, the young man left his seat first. He shouted to Yan Jia, who was leaning against the door and cleaning his sword, "Yan Jia! Harness the three fastest horses to my carriage!"

Zhang Yuan thought that he had changed his mind and planned to go to Beijing, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

But the next second, Yu Ruyi ordered again, "By the way, send out two large convoys to Shangtianjian and Zhushoucheng on Gushan Mountain respectively. Pass on the order of this Holy Lord Yuhe Scroll and summon all the members of the Yu family to Changlin Cliff in Cuizhou!"

Zhang Yuan's joyful expression turned into confusion, "Little Saint Yu, what do you want?"

Yu Ruyi ignored him completely. Yan Jia outside the door sheathed his sword and replied with a bow, "Yes!" without asking why.

"You want to leave?" Zhang Yuan stood up quickly and blocked Yu Ruyi's way. "Are you calling the Yu clan members to Changlin Cliff?"

Yu Ruyi looked distant. "The Yu clan had already left Shangjing and was no longer among the five great nobles. You also said that wars were raging and plagues were rampant in Daliang. As the Holy Lord, shouldn't I guarantee the safety of my people?"

Zhang Yuan stood there in a daze, his heart sinking, thinking: It seems that Yu Ruyi really refuses to help.

How can I explain this to Messenger Mei?
The young man in white stepped out of the door and walked into the courtyard. He could hear the people on the street outside the courtyard complaining in a vague and sad voice. Some were even howling, shouting words like "I don't want to die, what should I do?"

There were dark clouds in the distance, with thunder and rain gathering from above. Just a few days after the beginning of the plum rain season, the land south of the rivers seemed to be turning upside down.

Zhang Yuan's words came from behind, "Little Saint Yu, please think about it again! You are the only one who can save Daliang from the dire situation! You are the first imperial merchant of Daliang. If you lose money, you can earn it again. If Daliang is gone...

I dare to say something that I shouldn't say. If Prince Yuanjin really takes the throne, how can you and Miss Yin have a good ending? Since ancient times, no egg can be left unbroken when the nest is overturned! His Majesty Chongwen has helped you and the Yin family a lot! You must be feared by Prince Yuanjin!" "Zhang Yuan, since the day when my master went to Emperor Chongwen to ask for the Lanling Jade and was rejected sixteen or seventeen years ago, the Yu and Ming royal families have been completely alienated." Yu Ruyi slowly lowered her eyes, "I am the new Holy Lord of Heaven's Mirror, and I will not turn over this old chapter for my people. Not to mention that Mei Chengting sent a letter three times, even if he sent a letter nine times, I would never enter the capital or the palace."

"Do you mean to break with His Majesty at this juncture?" Zhang Yuan frowned.

"Since the founding of Daliang, the Yu family and the Ming family have been competing against each other. They are not allies, but they share the same interests. Since we are working for the same interests, why would we talk about breaking up? I am following the will of heaven and protecting the destiny of the country. I will not watch the poisonous snake from the East China Sea transform himself and jump over the Dragon Gate to become emperor. He is unworthy of the position and cannot bring the entire Daliang down with him. However, I am not going to support Emperor Chongwen."

There were so many things in the white-clothed young man's eyes that Zhang Yuan was distracted when he met his eyes.

Yu Ruyi flicked her sleeves lightly, and the jade scroll flew into the air, spreading out in front of the two people, flashing golden light and forming sentences.

Zhang Yuan only saw eight words -

It is said: When the unicorn comes, it should stand and when it leaves.

Before he could understand what she meant, Yan Jia, who was sent to deliver the letter, ran in. She said anxiously, "Sixth Master! The refugees in Jiangnan have risen up and are heading to the capital along the cities captured by the bandit army of Prince Yuanjin! It is said that they are dissatisfied with the way the Daliang royal family dealt with the natural disaster. They scolded Emperor Chongwen as a hollow emperor who had no sympathy for the people. They want to gather the strength of 400,000 people in Daliang and Jiangnan to overthrow the Ming family!"

"Will Changlin Cliff be affected?" Yu Ruyi took a deep breath.

"No!" Yan Jia answered decisively, "Perhaps they remembered the good deeds you have done in Jiangnan over the years, so they bypassed Changlin Cliff. But the spies said that other martial arts families in Cuizhou City were disturbed and looted! The refugees stole a lot of weapons!"

Yu Ruyi’s head is about to explode.

After a moment's silence, he clenched his fists and was really angry.

"Send someone to stop these ignorant guys for me! Daliang is in such a mess, and they are starting a bullshit uprising? Can a bunch of old, weak, and disabled people raise their swords? They just suffered a flood and don't want to return to normal life. Are they attacking the royal family because they think Daliang is not finished fast enough?" He glanced at Yan Jia, "My sister is still in Baizhou?"

"Yes."

Yu Ruyi gritted her teeth, "Never mind! First, gather the disciples of the Jiangnan martial arts sects in the name of my sister, and ask them to go out and try their best to stop them while ensuring the least casualties! Remember, never let the people run into the East Sea bandit army!"

Yan Jia cupped his hands and said, "I'll do it right away!"

"Wait!" Yu Ruyi suddenly looked like he was ready to die for the sake of justice, "I need you to release another piece of news."

Yan Jia turned around and said, "Sixth Master, please speak."

The young man in white said with great force, "Three days later, at Changlin Cliff, I will tear down the golden pagoda to provide disaster relief!"

Zhang Yuan looked at Yu Ruyi in disbelief, "Little Saint Yu? Are you kidding?"

Yan Jia even held her breath. She turned around and stared at Yu Ruyi with a frown, "Have you thought it through and made this decision?"

"When the 19-story golden pagoda was first built, it was convenient for me to observe the stars. Why do I observe the stars? I am for the destiny of Daliang. Now, wars are raging everywhere, floods are breaking the dikes, and the destiny of the country is fading. Jiaolong Ahe Shang died fighting the flood, and I am the descendant of Daliang Shangtianjian, so how can I not do something? The camphor wood forest in Minzhou has reached the harvest time long ago. Emperor Chongwen couldn't build the 24-mile long dike, but I can. The Sijiang area is adjacent to Cuizhou, and it should be protected by Changlin Cliff!"

The corners of the young man's silver-threaded jade robe were swaying in the wind, and his posture carried a hint of pride as if he had risen from the dust.

"Tell those refugees that if they want to survive, they should stay in Jiangnan."