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

The night was deep, and the darkness, as thick as ink, covered the earth.

Everything was silent, as if everything in the world was swallowed up by the boundless night.

The biting cold wind was like evil spirits escaping from the underworld.

It roared with its fangs bared and claws, carrying waves of cold murderous intent.

It seems to drag everything in this world into an endless dark abyss.

Wang Biao stood under the dim starlight, the cold wind cutting across his face like a sharp blade, causing him severe pain.

But Wang Biao was like a resolute statue, not shaken at all.

Upon hearing the order from Jin Wang Zhu Gang, Wang Biao immediately perked up and straightened his body.

It is like a pine tree that has weathered all kinds of wind and rain but still stands tall, its posture as straight as a javelin, and its whole body exudes a spirit of perseverance that should not be underestimated.

He slowly raised his hand and removed the black scarf covering his head.

A solemn look suddenly covered his originally peaceful face.

The strong wind blew Wang Biao's hair wantonly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Those deep eyes sparkled brightly under the dim starlight, as if they were rapidly thinking of a countermeasure along with the cold wind in the dark night.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his serious and focused expression made it clear that this matter was of great importance.

Wang Biao bowed slightly and said slowly: "Your Highness, when I was investigating Zhou Kui's case, I found that there was a mysterious force behind him.

This force is deeply rooted and has not only planted an insider in my Northern Pacification Office, but also secretly intervened in the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

During the investigation, I found some evidence pointing to the palace.

It appears that a member of the royal family is involved, but it is not yet clear who it is.”

The interrogation room of the Northern Pacification Office was as quiet as a cursed cage in this cold night.

The coldness seeped in from all directions like invisible ice needles.

It pierced straight into the bones, freezing people so much that they shivered uncontrollably.

The dim, flickering candlelight, like a dying life in the raging wind, cast distorted and strange light and shadows on the wall.

As the cold wind howled, the light and shadow danced wildly.

It was as if the wronged souls imprisoned in this dark room were struggling and screaming in despair.

Wang Biao's words were like a bombshell, instantly making the air in the interrogation room seem to have encountered frost and suddenly solidified.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and their wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mao Xiang's body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed across his face like a flickering candle flame in the cold wind, but was quickly covered up by the determination that rekindled in his eyes.

This subtle reaction was captured by the sharp-eyed Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao thought to himself: It seems that Mao Xiang knows a lot, and the conspiracy behind this is probably much more complicated than I thought!
Thinking of this, Zhu Biao looked at Mao Xiang with eyes as sharp as an eagle, and said in a deep voice: "Mao Xiang, if you can tell the truth in front of me and King Jin today and make amends, I can still protect your family.

But if your father finds out that you are hiding something, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor.

By then, it will be difficult for you and your family to survive, and even your three clans may suffer.

I have said this much, you should think carefully about it!"

Mao Xiang raised his head slightly, the fatigue on his face looked even more haggard in the dim light, but the determination in his eyes was not concealed at all.

His hands were clenched slightly, and the joints turned slightly white due to the force.

At this time, Mao Xiang's lips were trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the waves in his heart that were stirred up by the strong wind.

"I only ask to see His Majesty, and I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will grant my wish."

Mao Xiang's voice was low but firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. Amid the howling of the wind, it was particularly clear and powerful.

After saying that, Mao Xiang suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Zhu Biao. The strong wind outside the window was beating against the window frame.

The "bang bang" sound seemed to be cheering for his persistence.

There was no sign of retreat in Mao Xiang's eyes, as if he was declaring to Zhu Biao that his persistence would not be easily shaken.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Gang quickly pulled Zhu Biao aside, his face showing an extremely anxious look, and even beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The cold wind blew and I felt a little chilly.

He was extremely anxious, and all he could think about was how to get the truth from Mao Xiang as quickly as possible so that he could solve this complicated case as soon as possible.

Zhu Gang then said in an anxious tone: "Brother, in my opinion, it is difficult for us to make a breakthrough from Mao Xiang, so we might as well start with his family.

They threatened the lives of Mao Xiang's entire clan, saying that if his family members were willing to report him, they could be spared."

Zhu Biao frowned slightly, his eyes revealing obvious dissatisfaction and worry.

He said with an unhappy look: “Third brother, don’t act rashly.

Using the nine clans to force Mao Zhuang is likely to backfire.

Not only will it fail to achieve the effect we want, but it will also affect the reputation of the court.

Moreover, if innocent people are implicated, it will probably cause public outrage.

In addition, if Mao Xiang persists, what should we do with his nine clans?"

When Zhu Gang was reminded by Zhu Biao, his heart suddenly tightened and he realized that he was indeed a little impulsive just now.

Then Zhu Gang paced back and forth on the spot. The cold wind continued to blow into the house, making his thoughts a little messy.

Zhu Gang thought to himself: This case is so difficult, and the royal family is involved behind it.

Time is running out now. If the truth cannot be found out as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous.

Suddenly, Zhu Gang seemed to have thought of a relatively mild method, which could put a certain amount of pressure on Mao Xiang without causing too much turmoil.

After making up his mind, he stopped and a look of determination appeared on his face.

"Brother is right, I didn't think it through.

It’s just that this case is time-sensitive and involves members of the royal family.

If the truth is not found out as soon as possible, it may be used by someone with ulterior motives.

We can secretly control Mao Xiang's family and put some pressure on him, maybe he will give in.

This will not cause public outrage like forcing the nine clans to force each other, and it can also threaten Mao Xiang to a certain extent, allowing him to weigh the pros and cons carefully. "

Zhu Biao fell silent, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing deep confusion.

He paced slowly in the room, his steps heavy and slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.

The strong wind was roaring wildly outside the house, as if mocking Zhu Biao's dilemma.

His heart was in turmoil as he constantly weighed the pros and cons.

On the one hand, Zhu Biao was well aware that this case was of great importance and that the forces involved were complicated and intertwined.

If handled improperly, it will shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

It is difficult to make any progress with Mao Xiang at the moment, and time is passing by every second.

If the mastermind gets wind of this and destroys the evidence or does something more dangerous, the consequences will be disastrous. (End of this chapter)