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

Chapter 391: The changing situation before Mr. Song went to the palace to petition (Part )
"Your Highness, you have to think of a solution!

It would be terrible if Mr. Song said something wrong, as it would affect the entire jewelry industry and the livelihoods of those craftsmen."

A Yu's face was full of worry, and he paced back and forth in the room anxiously, looking as if the sky was about to fall.

At this moment, the air in the study seemed to become heavy because of his worry.

The candle flame seemed to be burning less vigorously, and the light became dimmer.

A Yu's anxious figure seemed to be swaying on the wall.

Zhu Gang was sitting at his desk flipping through a book. Upon hearing this, he just glanced at A Yu indifferently.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bit of nonchalance.

"Humph, Father has his own considerations. If Mr. Song is really capable, he can explain the situation clearly and impress Father.

If you don't have that ability, you can't blame others."

Zhu Gang spoke slowly, still gently flipping the book in his hand, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Ah Yu stamped his feet in anxiety when he heard this. He took a few steps to Zhu Gang and said anxiously, "But Your Highness, Mr. Song is doing this for the good of everyone. Can't you help me think of a solution?
The jewelry industry is now restricted by policies, and many craftsmen are almost out of work.

Only then did Mr. Song think of going to the palace to petition, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for survival. "

Zhu Gang then slowly closed the book and put it aside.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "What can I do?
This is the decision made by my father, and I cannot interfere without permission.

However, since this matter concerns the livelihoods of many people, I will wait and see."

Just when Mr. Song was looking forward to entering the palace to petition, some unfavorable rumors suddenly spread in the palace.

It is said that there are several rigid and conservative ministers in the Censorate who take it as their responsibility to maintain the court's discipline and follow the old system.

That day in the court, they were discussing the situation in the jewelry industry.

The Deputy Left Censor-in-Chief of the Inspectorate, Lord Wang, who was in the lead, stroked his beard and said seriously, “Everyone, the jewelry industry is all about wealth and luxury.

Although there are some impacts due to policies today, we should not easily change the established principles.

Otherwise, it may set a precedent. If other industries encounter similar situations in the future and come to petition for change, where will the authority of the court's policies be?"

Several other ministers nodded in agreement, and for a while such remarks caused quite a stir in the court.

These remarks spread quickly in the palace, and for a while it became difficult for Mr. Song to enter the palace to petition.

Chen Neng, the eunuch in charge of arranging matters related to entering the palace, also began to hesitate.

When Mr. Song found him and asked for permission to enter the palace, Chen Neng always refused with various reasons.

Chen Neng had a smile on his face, but that smile revealed a subtle embarrassment.

"Mr. Song, it's not that we don't give you face, it's just that His Majesty has been too busy with government affairs to meet you.

Besides, there are other important matters to be arranged in the palace, so it is not convenient to arrange for foreign officials to enter the palace for the time being."

At this time, in the dim corridor of the Imperial Household Department, several oil lamps flickered.

The light and shadow flickered on Chen Neng's face, making his smile look a little weird.

Mr. Song was extremely anxious, as he knew very well that this might be his only chance to turn things around for the industry and its craftsmen. If he missed it, the consequences would be disastrous.

So Mr. Song asked people everywhere to ask for information, trying to find a way to help him enter the palace.

But every time Mr. Song came back with a wall, he seemed to be in a desperate situation.

His already furrowed brows were now even more furrowed like twisted knots.

Once, Mr. Song finally found an old friend who used to work in the palace.

He said to his old friend hopefully, "Brother, you have been in the palace before, so you must know something.

Can you help me think of a way to get into the palace to petition?" The old friend looked embarrassed, sighed and said, "Old Song, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the situation is too serious now.

The ministers in the palace are all watching this matter. If I intervene, I might get into trouble. You should find another way."

After hearing this, Mr. Song collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball.

He murmured to himself: "What should I do? Should I just watch my colleagues in the jewelry industry and those craftsmen suffer?"

At this time, the room where Mr. Song was located was dark, with only a thin ray of light coming through the crack in the door.

Shining on his desperate face, it looked even more desolate.

After A Yu learned about this, he hurried to inform Zhu Gang.

He ran out of breath, and when he saw Zhu Gang, he said breathlessly: "Your Highness, this is bad!
I'm afraid Mr. Song's petition to the palace will fail, as some rumors unfavorable to him have spread in the palace.

Now even the eunuchs who were arranged to enter the palace are deliberately making things difficult for him and not letting him enter the palace!
What can I do? "

A Yu's face was full of anxiety, his eyes were filled with despair, and he even spoke with a tearful tone.

Zhu Gang frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that there must be forces within the government secretly obstructing this, trying to maintain the authority of the seemingly unshakable policies while completely disregarding the livelihoods of the people.

However, as a vassal king, Zhu Gang could not intervene directly at this time. He could only secretly figure out how to deal with this emergency.

At this time, the sky outside the study gradually darkened, and dark clouds gathered, as if to shroud the entire world in darkness.

A gust of cold wind whistled past, making the windows rattle, as if it was also sighing in uneasiness at this sudden change.

Zhu Gang stood up and walked to the window, looking at the gloomy sky.

The worries in his heart grew heavier, just like the dark clouds.

at the same time.

After much thought, Mr. Song decided that he couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

So on a dark and windy night, he decided to take a risk.

There was not a trace of moonlight in the sky, it was as dark as ink.

Only a few stars twinkled occasionally, appearing extremely faint in the boundless darkness.

The wind was howling, rustling the branches, as if whispering that tonight was unusual.

Mr. Song disguised himself as an ordinary eunuch and mixed in with a group of servants who were delivering supplies to the palace, attempting to sneak into the palace.

His heart was in his throat along the way, for fear of being discovered.

Every time he passed a guard checkpoint, Mr. Song became so nervous that his palms sweated and his body trembled slightly.

Fortunately, thanks to his shrewdness gained from years of experience in the business world, he managed to pass several levels without any major problems.

At this time, the surrounding environment seemed more and more eerie and terrifying, and the palace walls were tall and cold in the darkness.

They were like silent giants, watching Mr. Song's every move.

The faint starlight sprinkled on the palace wall could only outline a vague outline, but could not illuminate the way forward for him.

Just as Mr. Song was about to approach the imperial study, he suddenly encountered a patrolling team of imperial guards.

Li Yi, the commander of the imperial army, had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that there was something suspicious about Mr. Song's attire.

He shouted, "Stop!
Who are you?

Why are you sneaking around here? "

(End of this chapter)