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

Wu Cheng had a hunched back, like an old, yellowed book with bent edges.

The wrinkles carved by time on his face are like a densely interwoven spider web.

Those eyes concealed the shrewdness that came from years of struggling in the palace's power struggles, as well as a cautious vigilance.

At this moment, under Zhu Gang's eagle-like sharp gaze, Wu Cheng's heart was like a surging sea.

But he also understood that hiding anything would only be digging his own grave.

Wu Cheng leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth with some effort, with a hint of fear and submissiveness.

“Your Highness, the Queen’s illness is like that of an impermanent ghost.

It appears and disappears from time to time, which is really distressing.

Once an attack occurs, the whole person becomes as weak as a candle in the wind, which is really heartbreaking to watch.

The imperial doctors secretly shook their heads and sighed helplessly that no amount of medicine could save the situation.

Now that the harem has lost its backbone, it is like a pile of scattered sand.

The ladies in the palaces were like hungry wolves smelling blood, ready to take action. "

Wu Cheng paused, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of fear.

A trace of panic flashed across his eyes, and he continued, "Let's take the Imperial Concubine Chengmu for example. She has become more and more arrogant and perverse by relying on her family's power.

It's like a wild horse running free, without any restraint.

She was jealous by nature and could not bear to see others share in the emperor's favor.

Recently, she has become even more aggressive. At the slightest dissatisfaction, she becomes furious and suppresses other concubines at will.

A few days ago, a maid in Concubine Shun's palace accidentally bumped into Concubine Chengmu's sedan chair.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal.

But Imperial Concubine Chengmu was so furious that she ordered her servants to drag the palace maid away and punish her severely, half to death.

Concubine Shun has always been of a weak temperament. Under the tyranny of Concubine Chengmu, she could only be angry but not speak out.

This matter spread like a gust of wind, and instantly became a hot topic in the palace.

The whole harem was in a state of panic, and everyone was in danger."

Zhu Gang frowned, his expression solemn. "What about Concubine Chong?"

Wu Cheng replied hurriedly: "Your Highness, the Concubine Chong seems to be a hermit who does not bother with the world.

He eats vegetarian food and worships Buddha all day long, looking very compassionate.

But behind the scenes, like a cunning fox, he is quietly weaving his own network of power.

She secretly won over those eunuchs and palace maids who had some power in the palace to accumulate strength for herself.

The eunuchs and palace maids below followed suit, each looking for support like fence-sitters, making the entire harem a mess. "

Zhu Gang nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Eunuch Wu, you just said that you heard some strange things recently, what is the situation?"

Wu Cheng licked his cracked lips, and his voice trembled unconsciously, as low as a mosquito.

"Your Highness, I have recently heard that there seems to be an invisible hand in the harem, secretly delivering mysterious messages.

The atmosphere was like the dead silence before a storm, filled with an indescribable weirdness.

Although the old servant tried his best to find out, he still couldn't find out the details.

I always feel that behind this chaos in the harem, there is a deep and unfathomable conspiracy.

It's like a giant beast hiding in the darkness, waiting for its chance to strike."

When Zhu Gang heard this, his heart sank suddenly, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

He thought to himself: The chaos in the harem is not as simple as it seems.

If the conspiracy behind this is in collusion with the imperial court, then entering the palace this time is undoubtedly like stepping into a tiger's den and a dragon's lair, with dangers at every step.

Zhu Gang took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to carry a thousand pounds of heaviness.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Eunuch Wu, I have kept in mind what you said today.

If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely not treat my father-in-law badly.

This matter is of great importance. Please allow me to think about it carefully.

However, there are still a few urgent matters in the palace, and I need to make arrangements in advance. "Wu Cheng's face was instantly filled with a humble smile, and that smile was as stiff as a mask.

He nodded and bowed repeatedly, his attitude almost fawning.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will keep my mouth shut.

If even a word of this is leaked, I am willing to be pierced by thousands of arrows.

Your Highness, please prepare to go to the palace quickly, and don't keep His Majesty waiting for too long and miss out on important matters."

Wu Cheng hoped that King Jin would leave immediately so that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that he was as small as an ant in the vortex of power in the palace, and would be crushed to pieces if he was not careful.

Over the years, Wu Cheng has managed to survive in this turbulent palace by being cautious and good at making friends.

But now the situation in the harem has become increasingly complicated, making him feel more and more like he is on the edge of an abyss and walking on thin ice.

Zhu Gang nodded slightly, his movement was steady yet revealed a hint of determination.

He turned to Zhang Long and said, "Zhang Long, go and make arrangements immediately. I will go to the palace immediately.

You must assist Madam in all matters concerning the palace.

Be cautious and do not slack off in the slightest.”

Zhu Gang's tone was firm, like a huge bell.

There was unquestionable majesty in his eyes, as if he could see through all conspiracies and intrigues.

Zhang Long clasped his fists, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely live up to your trust.

Even if I die, I will protect the palace."

Zhu Gang turned to look at Wu Cheng, his expression calm yet dignified.

"Eunuch Wu has been serving my father for many years, so it is only natural for him to act with caution.

However, since you are entering the palace to pay homage to my mother, please allow me to take a bath and change my clothes.

So as not to lose manners and bring disgrace to the royal family."

Zhu Gang always attached great importance to etiquette. He knew very well that in the palace, every detail could become a handle for others to attack him, affecting the fate of himself and the palace.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng quickly moved aside to make way and lowered his head slightly.

He never dared to look directly at Zhu Gang, and respectfully saw Zhu Gang off from the meeting room.

Only when Zhu Gang's figure disappeared from his sight did Wu Cheng slowly straighten up.

He let out a sigh of relief, a breath filled with fatigue and helplessness.

At this moment, a trace of confusion and worry flashed in Wu Cheng's eyes, and he turned around and took small and hurried steps.

Like a frightened mouse, he hurried towards his home.

He was still thinking about how to continue to survive and protect himself in this increasingly treacherous situation.

At this time, the palace garden was full of colorful flowers, like a gorgeous brocade.

The delicate flowers sway in the breeze, as if dancing.

The colorful colors are intertwined together, like a dream painting.

However, this picturesque scenery seemed like an illusion to Zhu Gang, illusory and unreal.

He walked hurriedly along the winding corridor towards the inner room.

The corridor that I am familiar with on weekdays seems endlessly long at this moment, and every step seems to be stepping on my own heartbeat.

The winter jasmine flowers beside the corridor were originally dancing lightly in the wind.

In Zhu Gang's eyes, it was like a weak creature shivering in the wind, just like his inner anxiety and restlessness at the moment.

Zhu Gang knew very well that this visit to the palace would be unpredictable and every step would be like walking on a knife edge.

Any carelessness would bring devastating disaster to the palace.

This seemingly peaceful and beautiful garden may be as vulnerable as fragile glass in the face of the coming storm.

(End of this chapter)