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

Chapter 390: The changing situation before Mr. Song went to the palace to petition (Part )
Just as A Yu was shouting at the top of his voice, Zhu Gang was immersed in the world of books, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

The room was very quiet at this moment, with only the candle flame flickering slightly.

The light and shadows on the wall swayed, as if they were shaking slightly with A Yu's sudden shout.

Zhu Gang only raised his eyelids very slightly, his eyes were as deep as an ancient bottomless pool, and frighteningly calm.

But beneath this calmness, there is a sense of calmness and composure emanating from the bones.

It seemed as if there was nothing in this world that could easily stir up waves in his heart.

Zhu Gang then slowly and gently closed the book, his movements so gentle as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hands.

I was extremely cautious, afraid that it would be broken by accident.

After closing the book, he calmly placed it on a small table beside him, and then slowly turned his gaze to A Yu.

"Oh?"

Although Zhu Gang's voice was not loud, it echoed in the room like a huge bell, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"So what is Mr. Song's current situation?"

His tone was as steady as the calm surface of a lake without even a ripple, forming a stark contrast to A Yu's flustered appearance.

At this moment, the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to have weakened a little, as if it did not dare to disturb the conversation in the room.

After Zhu Gang said this, he leaned back on the chair with exquisitely carved patterns.

His right hand rested lightly on the armrest; his fingers were long and white, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

At this moment, the handrail was being tapped rhythmically, and the sound was neither fast nor slow.

It was as if he was playing a wonderful tune that only Zhu Gang could understand, and every stroke seemed to be pondering something of vital importance.

When A Yu heard Zhu Gang's question, he hurriedly rushed towards Zhu Gang.

I wasn't careful about my step and almost fell flat on my face.

After finally standing firm, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

But the anxious mood, like a flood about to burst the dam, could not be suppressed and still bubbled out from his words.

The way he spoke still had that noisy quality, just like a frightened little sparrow, chirping non-stop.

"Your Highness, you don't know!"

As A Yu spoke, he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

His eyes were wide open and his face was full of anxiety.

"Mr. Song felt very upset when he saw the increasingly slow business in his store.

It feels like being scratched by a cat, full of worries.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he continued like this, not only would his hard work be wasted, but the livelihoods of those craftsmen would also be ruined. "

A Yu paused for a moment when he said this.

He swallowed his saliva and then hurriedly said, "No, I heard news from the palace before that Your Majesty seemed to be quite concerned about the effect of the implementation of this policy and was also considering the reactions of all parties.

When Mr. Song heard the news, his heart skipped a beat. He thought this might be a great opportunity to speak up for the jewelry industry.

He was thinking about how he would be able to meet His Majesty in person and explain the true situation of the industry and the difficult circumstances facing the craftsmen.

Maybe if His Majesty is moved, he can make some adjustments to the policy."

Zhu Gang listened to what A Yu said and nodded slightly.

His eyes were deep and calm, like the brightest stars in the night sky, distant and mysterious, making it impossible to guess what the King of Jin was thinking at the moment. Zhu Gang crossed his arms across his chest, his posture showing confidence and a noble aura emanating from his bones.

Looking at his arms wrapped in the brocade robe, the muscle lines are faintly visible, showing his strong physique as a member of the royal family.

At this time, the candlelight in the room was gently blown by the breeze coming in through the crack in the door.

The flames rose and fell, and the light and shadows swayed on Zhu Gang's face, adding a bit of mystery.

Zhu Gang stood up slowly, his movements so light that it seemed as if he was stepping on clouds, without any hesitation.

He paced towards the window, each step he took was steady and firm, with a calm and composed manner.

After walking to the window, Zhu Gang put his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his aura was truly extraordinary.

He looked out the window at the courtyard. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were swaying gently in the breeze, as if they were also uneasy about this unknown situation.

The moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, mottled.

It was as if everything was covered with a hazy veil, but even so it could not conceal the thoughtful look in Zhu Gang's eyes.

On the path in the courtyard, a few stones glowed faintly under the moonlight, as if silently telling the silence of Prince Jin's Mansion.

Zhu Gang was silent for a moment before he said, "Mr. Song is indeed a thoughtful person. I just don't know if his petition to the palace this time can really move the emperor and make him adjust his policies."

He spoke neither fast nor slow, and each word seemed to have been polished through thousands of trials and tribulations. He spoke with a calmness and insight into the situation that was beyond ordinary people.

There was a hint of reserve and pride in his tone, which was completely different from A Yu's panic and anxiety.

Upon hearing this, A Yu quickly responded, "Yes, Your Highness, this all depends on Mr. Song's luck.

But considering Mr. Song’s character and the thought he put into it, maybe it will work.”

There was a glimmer of expectation in A Yu's eyes as he spoke, but that expectation was mixed with a bit of unconfidence.

His eyes were somewhat erratic, and his tone of voice still carried the simplicity and pure hope of a common man.

Just like a child is expecting something good to happen that is just out of reach.

There was a hint of trembling in A Yu's voice at this moment, as if he was both looking forward to a good result and afraid of being disappointed in the end.

Zhu Gang hummed softly, the sound coming from under his high nose bridge.

With a hint of doubt, but more of it was his pride as a vassal king.

Zhu Gang turned around and glanced at A Yu indifferently.

That look was like cold lake water without a trace of warmth, yet it allowed people to clearly feel the majesty contained therein.

“I hope so, as the jewelry industry affects the livelihoods of many people.

If it can be handled properly, it would be a good thing.”

As Zhu Gang spoke, he walked back to the desk and sat down again, picking up the book that had been placed aside and casually flipping through it.

The action seemed careless, but in fact it revealed a confident attitude.

It seemed as if everything was under Zhu Gang's control, but he just didn't want to show it for the time being.

Then the two chatted for a while about Mr. Song going to the palace to petition. A Yu was still anxious and a little nagging, constantly guessing various situations that might arise.

"Your Highness, what do you think we should do if His Majesty doesn't agree?"

As he spoke, A Yu frowned, his face full of worry.

(End of this chapter)