Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 363: What confidence do the external forces have to threaten Prince Jin’s Mansion like this?

During the investigation, Zhang Long always kept King Jin's instructions in mind.

Every decision made, every action taken.

He did all this to protect the safety of Prince Jin's Mansion and live up to Zhu Gang's trust in him.

However, Zhang Long's heart is not as solid as stone.

He asked himself many times, every choice was like groping in the dark, can he really find the right direction?
If I am wrong, how can I face the high expectations of King Jin?
When encountering danger, Zhang Long always bravely rushes to the front.

He used his body to build a defense line as solid as a wall of iron and steel for his guards and the Prince of Jin's Mansion.

There was only one thought in his mind, and that was his loyalty to Zhu Gang.

No matter what the cost, we will protect the Prince Jin's Mansion and His Royal Highness the Prince Jin.

Thinking of this, Zhang Long straightened his chest slightly and looked into the distance with a firm gaze.

He nodded slightly and said, “Your analysis makes sense.

But we can't just stay at speculation, we must find solid evidence.

Now the external forces are using strange means, we must be extra careful."

Zhang Long's tone was heavy, like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart.

At this moment, Zhang Long's heart was filled with fear of the unknown and worry about failure.

When will this heavy fog dissipate?

I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to lead everyone out of this difficult situation.

Could it be that their purpose is to gain control of the world's dynamics through the special intelligence network controlled by the Prince of Jin's Mansion?
Or it could be an external force that covets the special status of the Prince of Jin's Mansion.

Do you want to threaten the imperial court and gain greater benefits by controlling the Prince of Jin's Mansion?

Zhang Long frowned tightly, his expression serious, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Fang Wenyao suddenly asked, "Commander Zhang, where should we look for evidence?"

There was a hint of confusion and urgency in his voice, and confusion on his face.

At this time, Fang Wenyao was extremely anxious and eager to find evidence as soon as possible to crack this conspiracy.

Zhang Long thought for a while and said, "We can start with that mysterious letter and look at the paper, handwriting, and wording of the letter in detail. Perhaps we can find clues about external forces.

At the same time, we should investigate the process of Li Fengci's promotion, as well as the place where the strange jade pendant and the mysterious bird he picked up appeared. These may be related to the conspiracy of external forces. "

His words were clear and logical, and pointed out the direction for everyone.

However, deep in Zhang Long's heart, he was shrouded in fear of the unknown.

Can this path of searching for the truth really lead to light?
Can I really guarantee that there is no danger in Prince Jin's Mansion?
At this time, Zhang Long's thoughts drifted to Li Fengci, full of speculation and thinking about his loyalty.

Li Fengci, who holds a certain status in the palace, what kind of feelings does he have towards the Prince of Jin's Palace?
Is there a secret that cannot be told to others hidden behind that strange jade pendant and unexpected promotion?
If Li Fengci really betrayed, the Prince of Jin's Mansion would inevitably fall into a deeper crisis.

But Zhang Long also felt that perhaps Li Fengci was being used by external forces without his knowledge, and his heart might still be loyal to King Jin.

After all, Li Fengci had worked hard for the Prince of Jin's Mansion in the past, and his efforts and contributions were seen by everyone.

But the situation is complicated now and people’s hearts are difficult to guess.

Li Fengci’s real role in this conspiracy must be found out as soon as possible.

Only then can we better deal with the conspiracies of external forces and safeguard the peace of Prince Jin's Mansion.

Zhang Long stood alone in the study, with the mysterious letter placed on the desk in front of him.

He put on his gloves and carefully picked up the letter, examining the texture of the paper again.

This kind of paper looks ordinary, but it has an unusual thickness and texture, which is definitely not common in the market. Zhang Long narrowed his eyes, trying to find clues from the subtle details of the paper.

Next, he turned his attention to the handwriting.

The handwriting was strong and powerful, yet with a hint of weird distortion, as if hiding an unspeakable secret.

Zhang Long analyzed the wording of the letter word by word and sentence by sentence. Those words were threatening and seemed to imply the power and mystery of external forces.

Zhang Long fell into deep thought.

The words in the letter seem disorganized, but they reveal a clear purpose.

"The secret of Prince Jin's Mansion will eventually be revealed."

What secret is this sentence referring to?
Is it the special intelligence network controlled by the Prince of Jin's Mansion, or something else unknown?
"If you don't want to fall into an irretrievable situation, just follow our arrangements."

This is obviously a threat, but what confidence do external forces have to dare to threaten the Prince of Jin's Mansion in this way?

Zhang Long pondered these words over and over again, and his doubts grew deeper and deeper.

He summoned several capable guards and sat them around the table in the study, with the mysterious letter spread out on the table.

Li Meng was impatient and said first: "Commander, this paper has a special texture, it must be a special mark of the enemy.

We will definitely be able to find them if we follow this mark!"

Wang Biao was relatively calm, and after thinking for a moment, he analyzed, "Commander, we must not be reckless.

This may be a trick of the enemy, and we need to consider it from multiple aspects."

Zhu Jiantong, who had just been promoted to the personal guard of Prince Jin's Palace, seemed a little timid, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Commander, what should we do if we can't find any clues?"

Zhang Long said in a low voice: "Don't panic, analyze carefully, and you will definitely find a breakthrough."

At this time, the guards responsible for patrolling the palace were like vigilant hounds, not missing any corner.

The brave but somewhat careless guard Ding Jialiang carefully checked every room, every corridor, and even the flowers and trees in the garden.

In the dim corner, dust danced in the light, like a naughty elf teasing the guards.

There were cracks in the stone slabs on the ground, and moss was growing in the cracks.

Like a green velvet carpet, it seems to be hiding some secrets.

Ding Jialiang's eyes revealed sharpness and decisiveness, knowing that any subtle clue could be the key to solving the mystery.

Just as the guards were patrolling, they suddenly heard a loud noise.

It turned out to be a warehouse in the palace. Another explosion occurred and the fire spread rapidly.

The guards immediately started to put out the fire and carry out rescue operations, while at the same time wondering whether the explosion was related to a conspiracy by external forces.

Zhang Long's heart tightened, and he keenly realized that this explosion was definitely not accidental.

The mysterious bird, which frequently appeared near the warehouse before the explosion, must have been sending signals for external forces.

Some pieces of paper that were not completely burned at the explosion site were made of the same material as the mysterious letter, which further confirmed Zhang Long's guess.

The guards who went to question the servants talked to each one patiently.

Their tone was kind, but their eyes were full of majesty, making the servants dare not hide anything.

Some servants recalled the unusual situations in the palace in recent days, and their voices trembled like fallen leaves in the wind.

Some people also provided clues about Li Fengci's daily behavior. His eyes flickered when he spoke, as if he was recalling a terrible scene.

(End of this chapter)