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

Wang Chongli, who had arranged everything, stood in front of the study window, looking at the prosperous yet corrupt streets outside the window, with a sneer on his face.

Those words of pleading for the people were nothing but lies he carefully woven.

Just like a beautiful but illusory bubble, it appears dazzling but in fact it will burst at the slightest touch.

And behind this bubble, there is a huge and sinister conspiracy.

It is like an abyss hidden in the depths of darkness, waiting for its prey to step in step by step.

Looking back to the past, when Wang Chongli first entered the official career, he was also a young man with justice and passion.

The moment he entered officialdom, he was fully focused on seeking welfare for the people and changing the injustice in this world.

At that time, Wang Chongli witnessed too many sufferings of the lower-class people: families who could not get enough food due to heavy taxes, and the weak who had nowhere to turn because of oppression by the powerful. These scenes hit his heart like a hammer.

At that time, Wang Chongli swore to the sky: I must use my own strength to provide a blue sky for these poor people!
However, reality is like a ruthless file, gradually smoothing out his edges.

In the quagmire of officialdom where Hu Weiyong was in power, Wang Chongli witnessed one scene after another of corruption farces.

In order to gain personal gain, senior officials engaged in rampant corruption and bribery and turned a blind eye to the suffering of the people.

The money and grain that should have been used for people's livelihood were withheld at various levels and flowed into the pockets of the powerful.

Wang Chongli tried to fight back and wrote several letters of impeachment, but to no avail.

Not only did he not receive any response, but Wang Chongli was also ostracized and suppressed by his colleagues.

I remember that during a disaster relief operation, Wang Chongli witnessed with his own eyes that the relief grain allocated by the imperial court was privately divided up by officials at all levels, and the people were still struggling with hunger.

He angrily questioned his superiors: "These grains are life-saving grains for the people. How can you be so bold?"

The boss sneered and warned: "In this officialdom, those who know the current situation are heroes.

Chongli, stop making those useless struggles.

Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died in the future.”

At that moment, although the fire of justice in Wang Chongli's heart had not been extinguished, it began to flicker.

At the same time, a mysterious organization extended an olive branch to him.

The envoy of this organization found Wang Chongli and said softly, "Sir Wang, you are wholeheartedly for the people.

But this imperial court is rotten to the core. How can you change it with your own strength?
As long as you follow our plan, you will gain enough power to realize your true ambitions."

At first, Wang Chongli was skeptical about the organization's purpose, and he struggled painfully between justice and this seemingly tempting opportunity.

For countless nights, Wang Chongli tossed and turned in bed.

He was extremely confused: "Am I doing this right or wrong?

Is it for the justice in your heart, or for that ulterior motive?"

Over time, the desire for power and status, as well as the disappointment with the reality of court corruption, grew.

Like a surging undercurrent, it gradually eroded Wang Chongli's heart.

He began to think that perhaps only by gaining enough power could he truly change all this.

In repeated ideological struggles, the balance in Wang Chongli's heart gradually tilted towards darkness.

By chance, Wang Chongli's family was retaliated by political enemies.

His father was falsely imprisoned and his mother became seriously ill.

Faced with his family's experience, Wang Chongli felt unprecedentedly powerless.

At this time, the envoy of the mysterious organization appeared again and whispered in his ear: "Sir Wang, as long as you join, we can help you solve the current dilemma."

Under the double torment of pain and despair, the last line of defense in Wang Chongli's heart collapsed.

He finally chose to cooperate with the mysterious organization and embarked on a dark path. From then on, Wang Chongli began to carefully weave those lies to plead for the people, and step by step promoted the conspiracy of the mysterious organization.

The only trace of conscience left in his heart was gradually buried by the temptation of power and the desire for revenge against his enemies.

Just as Wang Chongli was secretly advancing his sinister conspiracy, thousands of miles away in Yingtian, an information storm surrounding this conspiracy was quietly blowing towards the Prince of Jin's Mansion.

At this time, Zhu Gang, who was in the Prince of Jin's Mansion in Yingtian, was sitting in his study, pondering over a military map.

In fact, Zhu Gang had been closely following the developments of the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" because he vaguely felt that the forces behind the case might pose a threat to his own position and the stability of the court.

The intelligence network that the Prince Jin's Mansion has been secretly operating for many years - the Hidden Dragon Guard, is like a dense spider web, penetrating into every corner.

Especially in Datong, Shanxi, defense is focused.

There are Hidden Dragon Guard spies in almost every key place and around important figures.

Each Hidden Dragon Guard has undergone long-term and rigorous training and has a set of efficient and secret methods of transmitting information.

They used carrier pigeons, code words, and carefully set up contact points in various places to ensure that information could be delivered quickly and accurately.

The relevant information about the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" was first discovered by local Hidden Dragon Guard spies.

It was a cold morning. Lin Yu, a spy of the Hidden Dragon Guard who was on surveillance duty, overheard a conversation between several suspicious people beside a remote stable in Datong City.

A middle-aged man whispered, "We have to be careful this time. If the King of Jin finds out, we will all be in trouble."

Another slightly younger voice echoed, "Humph, what can they know?
As long as we act according to the plan, this "Shanxi Military Horse Case" will be our bargaining chip."

Lin Yu keenly realized that there was a huge conspiracy behind the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

His heart tightened and began beating violently.

Lin Yu did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately released the carrier pigeon carrying the message according to the predetermined signal.

At the same time, he jumped on his horse and galloped towards the next contact point.

However, the journey was not all smooth sailing.

In Datong City, the forces of various parties are complicated and the transmission of information is like weaving through thorns.

Not long after leaving the city, Lin Yu discovered that there were unidentified riders chasing him from behind.

Lin Yu secretly thought that something was wrong. He knew very well that these people were most likely enemy spies trying to block the transmission of information.

In order to escape tracking, Lin Yu relied on his familiarity with the terrain and deliberately turned into a narrow and rugged mountain path.

The dust raised by the horses' hooves flew behind them, and the pursuers behind them were hot on their heels, with shouts coming from time to time.

"Boy, don't run! Where can you run to?"

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel on, and the horses' physical strength was rapidly consumed.

Lin Yu was extremely anxious. He kept urging his mount while vigilantly observing the movements behind him.

Suddenly, a rushing river appeared ahead, and the water was icy cold.

Although the river is not wide, the water flows fast and you will be washed away if you are not careful.

At this time, the pursuers behind him were approaching, leaving him no time to think.

Lin Yu hardened his heart and rode his horse into the river.

The icy-cold river water instantly submerged the horses' bellies, and both the men and horses struggled to move forward in the rapid current.

Lin Yu held the reins tightly, trying to keep his balance, with only one thought in his mind: "I must get the message out!"

(End of this chapter)