Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Datong is the gateway to Shanxi. It has a strategic location and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. How could Li Zicheng's bandits easily abandon such a place? They knew that if they lost Datong, they would lose the barrier of the entire Shanxi province, which would threaten their foundation.

Lord Li Banghua, as an important official of the court, sat at the desk with a serious face, his brows furrowed, as if water could be squeezed out of them. He pondered for a moment and finally proposed a plan: "We have to let the Mongols bluff and pretend to besiege Datong. In this way, the thief Li will have to divide his troops to defend Damingfu." Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

After hearing this, Lord Ji frowned. He was well aware of the risks of this plan: "But Li Zicheng also knows the importance of Datong and will definitely guard it with heavy troops. Will this trick work?" There was some doubt in his tone.

Li Banghua smiled slightly, that smile was both confident and cunning: "Although we have a large number of troops, our goal is not to really attack Datong, but to let the Mongols hang around in front of Li the thief and disrupt their deployment. In this way, they will lose their composure and we will have an opportunity to take advantage of it."

Lin Xiaofeng squinted his eyes and thought about it. He thought this was a great idea. He imagined the Mongolian army outside Datong City, with dust flying and flags covering the sky. Li Zicheng's army would be in a panic as if they were facing a great enemy. He couldn't help but smile and praised Li Banghua's plan.

The current situation in the Ming Dynasty was as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge, with wars raging everywhere. No one expected the Mongols to suddenly send troops to help. What's more amazing is that they came to help the Ming Dynasty! If this news reached Li Zicheng's ears, he would be so anxious that he would jump up and down, and all his deployments would be messed up.

Li Banghua went on to say: "Let's take advantage of this chaos and add fuel to the fire to make the situation even more chaotic. This way we can find opportunities to turn defeat into victory in the chaos. When the fighting in Xuanfu and Damingfu eases a little, the court will concentrate its forces to deal with the Qing Dynasty's slaves. Even if we cannot defeat them completely, we can drive them out of the Great Wall." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"This is my plan." Li Banghua first looked at Lin Xiaofeng, his eyes showing both trust and expectation. Then he glanced at the people present, waiting for their response.

"What do you think?" Lin Xiaofeng asked. His voice was clear and pleasant, as if it could dispel the haze in people's hearts.

"Okay, I think it's okay!" A general slammed the table, stood up and agreed loudly.

"I agree too." Another civil official nodded slightly to show his support.

"Your Majesty, I think Lord Li's strategy is extremely brilliant!" An old minister stood up tremblingly, saluted to the emperor and said.

Li Banghua's plan was quickly approved by everyone, especially Lin Xiaofeng, who thought it was the best option at the moment. He imagined the Mongolian army bluffing outside Datong City, and Li Zicheng's army would be in a state of panic as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The Ming army could take advantage of the chaos to counterattack and turn the tide of the war.

After the plan was decided, all the troops got busy. Senior General Ji led the Guanning Army, carrying silver and five days of dry food, and rushed south at full speed. Although it would take five days to reach Daming Prefecture, the silver could be used to buy food along the way. Especially now that the summer grain has just been harvested, the people are willing to exchange grain for money to buy things. They galloped all the way, exhausted, just to get to Daming Prefecture as soon as possible to implement Li Banghua's plan.

Jiang Taiwei, Bakeyong and others were sent to the vicinity of the capital to look for opportunities to sneak attack the Jiannu. They wore night clothes, their faces smeared with black mud, and quietly shuttled through the dense forests near the capital. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, ready to give the Jiannu a fatal blow at any time.

Lord Gaodi of Miyun also divided his troops into two groups, one to guard Miyun and the other to guard Zunhua. He knew the importance of these two places and that if they were lost, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, he personally supervised the battle to ensure that every inch of land was well defended.

Lord Zhu Fenghui had the heaviest burden, he had to guard Xuanfu and negotiate a deal with Subadi. He was busy every day, dealing with military affairs and dealing with Mongolian affairs. His face became increasingly haggard, but his eyes became more determined.

It was late at night, and the walls of Xuanfu looked particularly majestic under the moonlight. Zhu Fenghui had just come back from inspecting the walls when he was awakened by his personal guards: "Lord Yan, the imperial court has sent an envoy."

Zhu Fenghui suddenly woke up and got up quickly. These days, under the pressure of Duoduo and Subadi, he couldn't sleep well and woke up at the slightest noise. He put on his clothes and walked out in a hurry, thinking to himself: This envoy from the court came so late at night, he must have something important to discuss.

"Where is the person?" he asked his bodyguard as he walked.

"Waiting in the lobby of the government office." replied the guard.

"Take me to see it quickly." Zhu Fenghui quickened his pace.

When they arrived at the lobby, they saw a burly man standing there. He had fluffy hair, deep eyes, and a high nose. It was obvious that he was not from the Central Plains. Zhu Fenghui was startled and immediately guessed his identity.

"I, the humble servant Borjigin Qimuge, pay my respects to Lord Yan. This is a secret letter from the court." Qimuge took out a letter from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"Borjigin? Are you Mongolian?" Zhu Fenghui took the letter and asked while opening it.

"Yes, I am from the Chahar tribe. I hate the Jiannu for plundering our resources and I am grateful for the kindness of the Ming Dynasty, so I serve in the Liaodong Army." Qimugege answered respectfully.

Zhu Fenghui nodded and understood. It turned out that he was sent to deliver the letter because only people who knew Mongolian could sneak into the city at night to deliver the letter. He opened the letter and frowned again. This is a difficult task! Who should be sent to negotiate with the Mongols?

Zhang Feng, a hundred households of Jinyiwei, has fallen into the hands of Su Badi. Although there are many other military generals, there are few civil officials, and those who are eloquent and not afraid of death are even rarer. He pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered the experience of Yanghewei Mao Weizhang.

Mao Wei Zhang was a weak scholar, but he was eloquent and loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Fenghui thought he was the best candidate. So he immediately ordered: "Quickly call Mr. Mao Wei Zhang, the manager of Yanghewei."

In the Ming Dynasty, each government office had a position called "Jiejing", who was responsible for the receipt, sending and forwarding of documents. Yanghewei was located in Yanggao County, Shanxi Province. The battle before the Battle of Tumu was fought here. It was located between Xuanfu and Datong. It was an empty city with no troops stationed on either side, and was used as a buffer zone.

Mao Weizhang rushed to the government hall soon after receiving the news. He was wearing an official robe, his cheeks were sunken, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he looked a little sick. But Zhu Fenghui knew that this man was a rare talent with a meticulous mind and excellent eloquence.

"Lord Yan, what do you want to talk to me about?" Mao Weizhang asked with a salute.

Zhu Fenghui looked at Mao Weizhang and told him the court's plan in detail. He said seriously, "If this plan succeeds, it can solve the urgent problem of the Ming Dynasty. But it is extremely dangerous. Are you willing to go?"

Mao Weizhang bowed deeply and said, "I am willing to go alone to negotiate this matter with Subati. I will serve the country even if it means death!"

"Mr. Mao, aren't you afraid?" Zhu Fenghui asked with some emotion.

"I am ready to die, what do I have to be afraid of?" Mao Weizhang answered firmly. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and courage, as if he was ready to sacrifice.

Zhu Fenghui was overjoyed and handed the hastily written note to Mao Weizhang: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Mao. These are the terms of the deal between the court and Subati. You must handle it carefully and make sure the deal is a success."

"This trip is extremely dangerous, Mr. Mao, you must be careful. Even if the deal fails, there is still humanity. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, don't anger the Mongols, lest they kill people to vent their anger." Zhu Fenghui warned again.

"I obey your command!" Mao Weizhang saluted calmly and turned to leave. His back looked particularly firm and lonely in the candlelight.

When Mao Weizhang reached the city wall, he took the torch from the soldier and slowly went down the city in a basket. His heart was extremely heavy, but his eyes were extremely determined. He knew that this trip might be a life-or-death struggle, but he was willing to give everything for the future of the Ming Dynasty.

After the basket landed, he looked back at the top of the city. The towering walls and the guards seemed to be seeing him off. He took a deep breath and then walked across the suspension bridge holding a torch. The flames flickered in the darkness, as if his firm belief was burning.

He resolutely stepped into the darkness. The darkness seemed like the mouth of a giant beast, waiting to devour him. But he did not retreat, because he knew that he was shouldering the future and hope of the Ming Dynasty.

"Stop! If you take another step forward, I'll shoot you!" Dozens of cavalrymen shouted loudly toward the torches outside the Mongolian camp. Their voices echoed in the night sky, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Mao Weizhang sneered and shouted in not very fluent Mongolian: "You cowards are really scared! I am a messenger who came alone! Go and inform Subadi to come out to greet me!" Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable firmness and courage.

The Mongolian cavalrymen on guard outside were all stunned by his momentum. They looked at each other and thought to themselves: This guy is too arrogant! How dare he challenge their Zasaktu Khan! But they also knew that this man might be an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, so they did not dare to shoot arrows easily.

"You are being unreasonable!" Mao Weizhang sneered, his deep eyes flashing with an unyielding light, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He responded slowly, "I came here to rescue you from the dire straits, but I didn't expect that the person who accepted my help would not only not appreciate it, but also want me to bow my head and beg for mercy? It's really ridiculous!"

The leading Mongolian general looked bewildered, like a lone wolf lost in the vast grassland, not knowing what exactly Mao Wei Zhang was up to. But from his tone, it was clear that this matter was no small matter, and it concerned the survival of the tribe.

"Tie him up and bring him to see the Khan!" the general gave the order, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty.

Mao Weizhang frowned, his eyes as cold as the winter wind, making people shudder: "I am an envoy sent by the Ming Dynasty, representing the dignity of the court. You can tie me up if you want, but unless you take my body to see the Great Khan Subadi, don't think of making me surrender. I, Mao Weizhang, am a Ming Dynasty man in life and a Ming Dynasty ghost in death!" "You..." The Mongolian general raised his knife, hesitated again and again, but still did not dare to drop it. He knew in his heart that Mao Weizhang must have an important purpose for this trip. If he killed him casually, it would probably damage the interests of the Khalkha tribes, and he would become a sinner of the tribe and be cursed by future generations.

He gritted his teeth and finally sent someone to inform the Khan. Outside the tent, the wind was howling, as if it was also anxious about this unknown negotiation.

Subadi tossed and turned in the big tent, unable to fall asleep. As the nominal leader of the left and right wings of the Khalkha, he shouldered the future and fate of all tribes, especially the Zasaktu Khanate of his own tribe. He closed his eyes, and the cattle, sheep, tents and smiling faces of the tribe emerged in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, they were replaced by the severe cold and hunger of the severe winter.

(The Khalkha tribes are divided into three major tribes: the Zasaktu Khanate on the right, the Tushetu Khanate and the Chechen Khanate on the left. Although each tribe governs itself, Subati is their recognized leader. Every decision he makes affects the fate of the entire grassland.)
The original purpose of going south was to buy food to survive the severe winter. However, the city defense of Xuanfu Town was strong and the artillery was sharp. They had no siege weapons and insufficient armor protection. Even with ladders and numbers, it was difficult to capture this strong city.

The only thing we can do now is to besiege and wait for the opportunity. Sometimes I think that if we had not fallen out with the Ming court, we might have returned to Mobei with food, and the children in the tribe would not be shivering in the cold wind.

"Report!" Just as Subati was in deep thought, the voice of the messenger sounded outside the tent, breaking the silence of the night.

Subati asked unhappily, "What's the matter?" There was a hint of fatigue and impatience in his voice.

"Reporting to the Khan, Mao Wei Zhang, the officer of Yanghewei in the Ming court, requests to see you." There was a hint of urgency in the messenger's voice.

Upon hearing this, Subati's mood changed from depressed to excited, as if he saw the dawn of hope. He thought that the Ming court had sent envoys to negotiate peace, which was undoubtedly a turning point.

"Take him to the central military tent, I'll be there soon." Subati ordered, with a barely perceptible hint of expectation in his voice.

"Yes." The messenger took the order and left, the sound of footsteps gradually fading away.

Subadi led the guards into the central army tent, where senior generals gathered in an anxious atmosphere. The Mongolian generals questioned Mao Weizhang why he did not kneel, and the generals glared at him, but Mao Weizhang remained calm and composed, showing a firm belief. He has never been afraid of power in history, and he never gave in even when faced with life and death. Facing the anger and murderous intentions of the generals, Subadi stopped them and admired Mao Weizhang's courage.

Mao Wei Zhang introduced himself and stated his purpose, but the Mongolian generals were dissatisfied with his identity and attitude. Mao Wei Zhang responded with a sneer, saying that the Ming Dynasty never made peace, and pointed out that the elite Jiannu troops led by Duoduo besieged Xuanfu Town but failed to capture it, which made everyone fall into deep thought. He continued to point out the cruelty of the severe winter in Mobei, expressed sympathy and understanding, and eased the atmosphere.

Subati eagerly asked for the details of the transaction. Mao Weizhang proposed to sell grain at a low price, but required the Mongolian tribe to do two things: send troops to surround Datong and sell horses. The Mongolian generals opposed it, thinking that it was a dead end, and the atmosphere became tense again. Mao Weizhang responded calmly, pointing out that time was short and the importance of grain to the Mongolian people, and asked everyone to weigh the pros and cons.

In the chaos, a Mongolian general kicked Mao Weizhang down and drew his sword to kill him, but was stopped by Subadi. Subadi ordered the general to apologize and helped Mao Weizhang up. Mao Weizhang took the opportunity to fake a smile and kicked the general, which was considered a draw. After the atmosphere eased, Subadi led everyone back to the topic. Mao Weizhang explained the terms of the transaction in detail, leaving the Mongolians time and space to discuss. He walked out of the tent, his eyes revealing expectation and tension, waiting for the Mongolians' response.

Inside the tent, the Mongolian tribes heatedly discussed the horse trade with the Ming Dynasty. Although they were concerned that selling horses to the Ming Dynasty might cause dissatisfaction among the Jiannu, they finally reached an agreement due to the attractive trading conditions. They decided to trade in exchange for more food, and agreed to besiege Datong in exchange for the Ming Dynasty's food and military pay. After intense negotiations, the two sides reached an agreement that the Ming army would exchange four loads of food for one Mongolian horse, and the Mongols would withdraw from Xuanfu and join forces with the Ming army to besiege Datong. The Ming Dynasty would be responsible for the supply of food and fodder during the siege, and the casualties would be borne by the Mongols themselves, and the Ming Dynasty would provide a small pension. After the details of the transaction were agreed upon, the two sides carried out daily horse and food exchanges on the river west of Xuanfu as agreed to ensure that the Mongols would not easily lift the siege, and the Ming army also gained a strategic advantage.

After Mao Weizhang successfully negotiated, he was highly praised by Zhu Fenghui, who promised to ask for credit for him. However, although Lin Xiaofeng was relieved that the crisis in Xuanfu was temporarily resolved, he was still worried about the threats from Jiannu and Li Zicheng. The Jiannu vanguard had approached Miyun, and Shi Shouhong led 500 cavalrymen to fight cleverly with Rumi guns and bows and arrows, successfully repelling the enemy many times, demonstrating the wisdom and courage of the Ming army.

In the capital, due to the threat of war, the canal transportation in Tongzhou was stopped, the garrison strengthened the city defense, the soldiers gathered and waited for orders, and the people were in panic. At this time, the palace suddenly heard the bad news that the eunuch who served the queen died strangely, suspected of being poisoned and hanged, and the queen was also seriously ill. Upon hearing the news, Lin Xiaofeng hurried to Kunning Palace, full of worry and concern, eager to understand the condition and the truth.

Buddha is a group of doctors trapped in difficult situations.

At this time, Gongsun Yuchun suddenly appeared outside the door. After whispering a few words to Guo Tianyang, his expression became extremely solemn. Guo Tianyang told Lin Xiaofeng: "The eunuch who served the food was actually strangled to death and then hung up." There was a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice, like an angry leopard.

Lin Xiaofeng didn't bother to salute others and rushed directly to the queen's bedside. Seeing the queen's appearance, he was heartbroken beyond words. His heart was filled with sadness and anger, like a wolf tortured by pain. Although Gongsun Yuchun wanted to come in, there were rules in the harem, so he could only wait outside. There was a trace of anxiety and helplessness on his face, like a trapped eagle.

Lin Xiaofeng anxiously asked the doctors what happened to the queen. They all said it was not poisoning, but the symptoms were difficult to diagnose. Lin Xiaofeng glared at Guo Tianyang, who said in a trembling voice, "The queen has always had an old illness, but I was afraid that it would affect the emperor's mood, so I kept it a secret. Now that her condition has worsened to the point of being unconscious, I dared to report it." There was a hint of fear and helplessness in his voice, like a hunted rabbit.

Lin Xiaofeng was so anxious that he rushed to the queen's side before he finished his greetings. Seeing the queen's appearance, his heart was broken. He held the queen's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his strength to her. Gongsun Yuchun seemed to have something important to discuss, but he could not enter the harem without permission, so he could only wait anxiously outside the door. There was a trace of anxiety and helplessness on his face, like a trapped lion, eager to break through the predicament and help the queen and the emperor solve their problems.

The thing that Lin Xiaofeng was most worried about finally happened - something happened in the harem! His heart seemed to be pressed down by an invisible boulder, so heavy that he could hardly breathe. He stood in the corridor of Kunning Palace, looking at the complicated and magnificent palace, and couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart. Why did so many emperors of the Ming Dynasty die young? In addition to the innate physical problems, the lead contained in the lacquer used in the magnificent palaces in the palace, over the years, was like a chronic poison, slowly corroding the emperor's body. Otherwise, someone was secretly doing bad things and trying every means to harm them. This harem seems to be as calm as water, but in fact, undercurrents are surging and crises are lurking everywhere.

When Lin Xiaofeng's most beloved fifth son Zhu Cihuan passed away, anyone with a discerning eye could see that those powerful nobles had already reached out to the harem, disturbing the peace. His heart ached like a knife, an unspeakable pain, the helplessness of the power struggle, and the sadness of the loss of family affection.

Look, someone killed Du Chuan, the eunuch who served Queen Zhou. It was obviously a warning to Lin Xiaofeng, telling him not to touch those nobles easily. If he dared to provoke Xue Lian, the Marquis of Yangwu, even Queen Zhou would not be able to escape, and she might have been killed by him. Lin Xiaofeng clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh. He suppressed his anger, but a huge wave had already been set off in his heart.

However, Lin Xiaofeng was the kind of person who would get more excited the more he was afraid of things. He was not afraid of the enemies in the open, but he was afraid of those who hid in the dark and shot arrows at him. He waved his hand, signaling Guo Tianyang to leave, and sat down beside the queen's bed. He asked the doctor outside through the curtain: "What disease does the queen have?" His voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

The imperial physician replied tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I am guessing based on the pulse sent by the palace maid in the imperial pharmacy. I cannot confirm the disease at present. But please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will immediately call my colleagues in the imperial hospital to discuss countermeasures."

Did you know that during the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the imperial physicians treated the harem, they did not feel the pulse directly. Instead, the maids in the imperial pharmacy felt the pulse first and then told the imperial physician. The Imperial Medical Office was not in the palace, so an imperial pharmacy had to be set up for emergency use. The imperial pharmacy was full of eunuchs and maids, and their medical skills were naturally not as good as those of the imperial physicians, so the imperial physicians had to take turns on duty.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his brows knitted tightly together, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. He knew very well how complicated and dangerous the harem was, and any slight disturbance could cause an uproar. "Go quickly and come back quickly!" he ordered, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

The two doctors bowed and left as if they had been pardoned, waiting outside the palace. They knew the emperor's temper very well and dared not neglect him in the slightest.

Lin Xiaofeng reached out and felt the pulse on Queen Zhou's forehead and neck, and found that her breathing was stable, her heartbeat was normal, and she had no fever. It didn't look like she had any serious illness, so he was relieved. He sighed softly and prayed in his heart that the queen would be safe.

While waiting for the imperial physician, he called Gongsun Yuchun to the side hall of Kunning Palace. Gongsun Yuchun was the commander of the Jinyiwei, capable in his work, and deeply trusted by Lin Xiaofeng.

"Tell me in detail." Lin Xiaofeng's voice was low and powerful.

"As you wish." Gongsun Yuchun reported with a folded hand. "The eunuch Du Chuan was only seventeen years old and was from Gaoyang, Baoding Prefecture, Northern Zhili. He was in charge of the Queen's meals and the production of fine salt in the palace, so he lived alone. He was found dead in his room this morning. Judging from the corpse spots, he died about two hours ago."

"He was strangled to death first, and then pretended to be hanged to cover up the truth," Gongsun Yuchun added.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard the word "fine salt", his eyes narrowed. Fine salt is a hot commodity in the capital, especially those who are powerful and influential, all scramble for it. Queen Zhou has a strong background, and with Li Banghua's reputation, fine salt has become a treasure that can prolong life and improve the quality of life in their eyes. The eunuch who died now not only served the queen, but also managed the production of fine salt. This matter is very complicated.

"Are there any clues to find the murderer?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.

"Not yet. When the Jiannu invaded the country, the Jinyiwei was busy with espionage and neglected the affairs of the palace. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Gongsun Yuchun looked guilty. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility and any omission could bring trouble to the emperor.

But Lin Xiaofeng did not blame him. After all, Gongsun Yuchun had reorganized the Jinyiwei not long after taking office. The intelligence network in Northern Zhili was also initially established, and the supervision of officials, personnel training, and placement of secret guards were all in good order. Such talents should not be easily blamed even if they made mistakes.

"This is not your fault. There is something wrong with my harem." Lin Xiaofeng said softly. There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his voice, but more of it was firmness and determination. He must find out the truth and avenge the queen and the fifth son!
Gongsun Yuchun thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I suspect a few people. Before Xue Lian, Marquis of Yangwu, went to Tongzhou, he often went to see the Duke of Dingguo, the Marquis of Yongkang, the Marquis of Wu'an, the Marquis of Dingxi, the Marquis of Linhuai, and the Earl of Anxiang. Considering Xue Lian's arrest, these nobles are all suspects. Many of the eunuchs and maids in the palace were their tenants, and the relationship is complicated."

Lin Xiaofeng silently recited the names of these nobles in his heart. He knew very well that although there were loyal ministers and good generals among these nobles, they were not many. Among the first-class meritorious officials in the late Ming Dynasty, there were several who surrendered to the Qing army or the Chuang army, and some even betrayed the Ming Dynasty to save their lives. He got angry when he thought of this! These nobles relied on the merits of their ancestors to show off their power in the Ming Dynasty. Not only did they not think about serving the country, but they also thought about ways to make money and oppress the emperor and the people. When the country was in trouble, they didn't come out to help, and when the country became rich and strong, they all came to scramble for benefits. Now they even dare to reach into the harem! It's really outrageous!
"Gongsun Yuchun, listen to this," Lin Xiaofeng stared at him and said, "Pick out two of these seven nobles and deal with them secretly. They must die in the same way as Du Chuan." His voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

Gongsun Yuchun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he quickly came to his senses and agreed. "Your Majesty, if you want them to be suspicious of each other, that's even better. If they want to kill people, let's see who has better methods!" Lin Xiaofeng's fierceness came up again. His eyes flashed with determination and determination, like an enraged lion, ready to launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

"Also," Lin Xiaofeng continued to instruct, "the Jinyiwei in the capital must keep a close eye on three places: the palace, the residences of nobles, and the three major camps in the capital. Jiang Taiwei has just taken over the Beijing camp and may not be able to control it yet. I will feel at ease only if the Jinyiwei keeps an eye on it." There was a hint of worry and expectation in his voice. He knew well how arduous and complicated this struggle was, but he also believed in his own ability and wisdom.

"If we don't have enough manpower, we can transfer people from the Jinyiwei who are in charge of supervising civil servants to help, and then let them go back after the situation has calmed down." He added, with an unquestionable majesty and determination in his tone.

"I obey your order." Gongsun Yuchun bowed and left. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility and dared not neglect it. As soon as he walked out of the side hall, he heard Guo Tianyang's voice: "Your Majesty, the people from the Imperial Hospital are here." (End of this chapter)