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

The gloomy sky is like a piece of lead pressing low above our heads, making it difficult for us to breathe.

In the distance, there were occasional muffled thunders.

It seemed to be accumulating tremendous power, building momentum for the sudden changes that were about to take place in the interrogation room of the Northern Pacification Office.

Inside the interrogation room, the candlelight flickered.

The dim light cast mottled shadows on everyone's faces, and the atmosphere in the whole room was depressing to the extreme.

It was as if even the air had solidified, without even the slightest movement.

Mao Xiang's heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible big hand was gripping his heart.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning everyone vigilantly.

Even a slight blink from someone else could alert Mao Xiang.

At this moment, panic flashed across his eyes, but that unwilling toughness still lingered firmly in his eyes.

Mao Xiang's heart was like a mess in a storm.

On the one hand, he adhered to the truth that he believed in his heart, which was his bottom line as a subject.

On the other hand, the deep fear of unknown consequences, like a poisonous snake, gnawed at Mao Xiang's heart from time to time.

These two completely different emotions collided violently in Mao Xiang's heart, making him upset.

When Zhu Gang saw Zhu Biao leading the Prince's eunuch Li Heng and others into the interrogation room, his heart skipped a beat and he was slightly startled.

But years of experience in officialdom and the royal court quickly helped him regain his composure.

An extremely flattering smile instantly appeared on Zhu Gang's face, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

In his mind, he was rapidly calculating: How to behave well in front of his elder brother, and how to gain the greatest benefit for the Prince Jin's Mansion from this complicated situation.

As the crown prince, Zhu Biao usually behaved in a steady and dignified manner.

The fact that a large number of people were mobilized to come to the interrogation room shows that they took the case of the "Northern Pacification Office Riot" extremely seriously.

He walked in with slow, steady and powerful steps, naturally exuding an innate majesty.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room, which was already depressing, became even more solemn.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhu Gang's forehead. His eyes moved back and forth between Zhu Biao and Mao Xiang, with a hint of cunning in them.

He stood up in a hurry, and said in an exaggerated but respectful manner: "Brother, you are finally here. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time."

As he said this, Zhu Gang quickly gave up his seat and ran to Zhu Biao in small steps.

He took out a file tightly wrapped in bright yellow silk from his wide sleeves and held it high with both hands.

At this moment, Zhu Gang's face was full of expressions asking for credit and reward, and he secretly hoped that his elder brother would praise him well.

“Brother, this is important intelligence about the riots in the Northern Pacification Division that was secretly investigated by Tang Zhangmeng, the ninth rank official of Longxiong Pavilion.

There are many surprising clues involved in it, please take a look at it."

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty.

He reached out to take the file and slowly unfolded it, his eyes sharp as torches as he quickly scanned the contents.

As his gaze moved, Zhu Biao's expression became more and more solemn.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, forming a deep "川" character.

He thought to himself: I didn't expect the conspiracy behind this to be so complicated and intricate.

If it is not thoroughly investigated in time, it will endanger the foundation of the court and shake the Ming Dynasty.

It turned out that the intelligence showed that there were intricate and complicated connections between the "Northern Pacification Office Riot" and the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

There seems to be a huge and mysterious force hidden behind the scenes, manipulating everything in secret. Each of the densely packed tiny words on the paper is a key clue.

It's like a key that slowly uncovers the mystery of this huge conspiracy.

Zhu Biao slammed the file on the table. The "bang" sound was particularly loud in the silent interrogation room.

His eyes were like sharp blades, shooting straight at Mao Xiang, and he said sternly: "Mao Xiang, I know in my heart that you have done a lot for the court.

But now that such a shocking chaos has occurred in the Northern Pacification Office, if you tell the truth.

Tell us everything you know, and maybe there will be a glimmer of hope and a way to survive.

This is your last chance, you'd better think it over!

If you insist on doing what you want, don't blame me for not remembering our friendship. Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhu Biao's voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the interrogation room for a long time, carrying the innate deterrent power of a superior.

Mao Xiang's body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhu Biao.

He pursed his lips into a tight line and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his previous toughness.

"I want to see His Majesty!

Only His Majesty can clear my name!
What others say doesn’t count!”

Mao Xiang's voice was filled with a desperate determination, as if in his heart, only Zhu Yuanzhang could do him justice.

Or maybe, Mao Xiang wanted to delay time, and there might be a bigger secret hidden behind it.

Although Mao Xiang still appeared to be as tough as a rock on the surface, he was a little uneasy deep down in his heart, wondering whether his persistence was right or wrong.

Zhu Gang turned to look at Zhu Biao with a worried look on his face, but actually he had other plans in mind.

“Brother, I have interrogated the leader of the prisoners who rioted in the Northern Pacification Division before.

They said personally that this matter was closely related to the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

Moreover, on my way to the Northern Pacification Office, I was ambushed by assassins.

These assassins are so bold that they even dare to kill the princes!

The conspiracy behind this is probably far more than just military horses.

In my opinion, they are very likely trying to overthrow the imperial court, and everything that happened in the Northern Pacification Office is just a small part of these rebellious plans.

In addition, I also found some mechanisms in the Northern Pacification Office, which were obviously set up deliberately by someone in order to resist the imperial court's investigation.

What’s even more strange is that the setting methods of these mechanisms are extremely similar to some secret places in the palace.

Brother, do you think the person behind this has an insider in the palace?"

Zhu Gang deliberately exaggerated the seriousness of the case in his words and at the same time threw out a shocking suspense to make the atmosphere even more tense.

He hoped that his elder brother would pay attention to his discovery and give the Prince of Jin more power and status.

After Zhu Gang finished speaking, he immediately gave orders. In less than a cup of tea, Wang Biao, the leader of the Hidden Dragon Guard spies, was brought in front of the two men.

Under the dim and flickering candlelight, Wang Biao was dressed in black and wrapped himself tightly.

There was a black scarf covering his face, and his figure appeared silently like a ghost.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Your Highness, I am Wang Biao, and I have come here on orders!"

Zhu Gang said in an unquestionable tone of command: "Wang Biao, report your findings on the 'Northern Pacification Office Riot', especially those related to the 'Shanxi Military Horse Case'.

And the detailed information about the prison riot leader Zhou Kui, report it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

(End of this chapter)