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

Zhu Biao was worried about using the method of controlling Mao Xiang's family, and the worry spread like a vine in his heart.

In the interrogation room, the candlelight flickered and the light and shadows flickered.

Zhu Biao, wearing a gorgeous robe with dark patterns, walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

The brocade boots stepped on the blue brick floor, making a steady and slightly heavy sound.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if they could pinch a mosquito to death, and his face was full of confusion.

The Confucian teachings that Zhu Biao received since childhood were like a towering and heavy mountain, pressing firmly on his heart.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others!"

This hadith was like a morning bell and an evening drum, always ringing in his ears.

It was not his intention to implicate innocent people because of him.

This went against the moral standards that Zhu Biao had long adhered to. Every time he thought of this, he felt a dull pain in his heart as if being hit by a heavy hammer.

However, this case involves members of the royal family. If the truth cannot be quickly ascertained, the imperial court will be like a dangerous building in a strong wind, and the people of the world will be plunged into dire straits.

As the crown prince, Zhu Biao was shouldering the heavy responsibility of maintaining the dignity of the royal family and peace in the world.

This responsibility was like an invisible but tough rope that tightly bound Zhu Biao's body and mind, leaving him no way to escape.

"Governing the country with benevolence" is the bright and smooth path that Zhu Biao longed for in his heart, like the bright stars illuminating his ideals.

However, in the face of this cruel and cold reality, it seems like a mirage, seemingly beautiful but out of reach.

Zhu Biao sighed deeply and shook his head slightly.

He thought to himself: "Should I ignore the court and the people for the sake of seemingly noble morality?
But if he really adopted the method of controlling Mao Xiang's family, once the matter was leaked, how would he face the accusations and contempt from the people of the world?
Moreover, if the news of this matter accidentally leaked out, it would be like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, which would definitely cause a thousand waves.

Not only will it cause public outrage, but the ministers in the court may also be dissatisfied with me, and the prestige and status of the Eastern Palace will certainly be impacted."

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao's steps suddenly stopped and a deep worry flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Biao looked out the window. The strong wind was still raging, as if mercilessly mocking his indecision.

The window frames creaked in the wind, as if they were groaning in pain from being unable to bear the weight.

It was as if fate was wielding a whip, urging Zhu Biao to make a decision as soon as possible.

Seeing this, he stopped and stared at the candle flame that was flickering in the strong wind.

The faint light flickered, just like Zhu Biao's wavering and indecisive heart.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that there would be a turn for the better and a better solution.

However, reality was like a sharp cold sword, cruelly cutting off Zhu Biao's fantasy. He realized that there seemed to be no other way now.

Zhu Biao clenched his fists unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if he was in great pain.

After a moment, Zhu Biao slowly loosened his fist and took a deep breath.

There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and he slowly turned to look at Zhu Gang with a sharp warning in his eyes.

"Third brother, the situation is urgent now, you might as well give this method a try.

But you must remember: do not hurt his family in any way, and do not let any news leak out.

If there is any mistake, you are the one to blame!
As the Crown Prince, my every move concerns the safety of the court and the lives of the people of the world, so I must not be careless about this matter."

Zhu Gang hurriedly took a step forward, bowed slightly, and looked respectful, but there was a barely perceptible cunning glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry, big brother. I will act cautiously and won't make any mistakes.

Now this case concerns the reputation of the royal family, and my brother will do his best.

To relieve my elder brother's worries and to remove this great threat to the court."

Zhu Gang was secretly delighted. He was eager to take this opportunity to make a contribution and prove his ability in front of his elder brother.

At the same time, Zhu Gang also hoped to establish a higher prestige in the court.

Zhu Biao turned to look at Mao Xiang, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, with a hint of scrutiny. "Mao Xiang, considering that you have served the court, I will give you another chance.

If you don't cooperate anymore, don't blame me for being rude.

This member of the royal family is involved in this matter. If the truth is not uncovered, not only will the imperial court collapse, but the people of the world will also fall into an endless sea of ​​disaster and suffering.

Do you really want to plunge the people of the world into the abyss of chaos just for that meaningless persistence?

Besides, you should also think about your family and not make the same mistake over and over again."

Zhu Biao used harsh words, trying to break through Mao Xiang's psychological defenses in the name of justice, while also secretly pointing out the situation of his family.

Mao Xiang lowered his head slightly and remained silent for a long time.

His mind was full of thoughts and confusion.

Mao Xiang, who came from a poor family, relied on his unremitting efforts and extraordinary courage to gain a firm foothold step by step in the turbulent officialdom.

He was well aware of the darkness and complexity of officialdom, which was like a deep pool hiding countless undercurrents.

Mao Xiang also witnessed countless loyal and honest people being persecuted and killed for speaking out.

The reason why he was holding back was not just because the force behind him was as powerful as a tiger.

Moreover, Mao Xiang was worried that once he told the truth, those innocent people would be like weak grass in the wind and be slaughtered at will.

Thinking of this, Mao Xiang recalled a former close friend of his.

The other party was framed to death just because he exposed some corruption in the officialdom, and his family also suffered as a result.

From then on, the belief in protecting innocent people took root in his heart like a rock.

Although Mao Xiang was well aware of the seriousness of the matter, he also understood that once some things were spoken out loud, it would be like opening Pandora's box.

It may trigger a bigger storm and bring unpredictable and terrible consequences.

Thinking of this, Mao Xiang raised his head and a trace of painful struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to say it.

But this matter is very complicated, like a tangled mess, and I only know the basics.

The forces behind this are complex and deeply rooted.

I am worried that even if I tell them, it will not be able to shake their foundation, but will instead alert the enemy.

More importantly, I don't want to see innocent people suffer misfortune because of my words.

My life is not worth cherishing, but those innocent people should not be buried with me."

Mao Xiang's voice trembled slightly, and his face was full of helplessness and pain.

His eyes revealed a firm belief, which was a persistent protection of justice and the innocent.

Zhu Biao's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that there was indeed a lot of mystery behind this, and it was unfathomable.

He asked, "What exactly is the fur you know about?
Even the slightest clue may become the key to solving the mystery.

If you really care about those innocent people, you should let the truth come out as soon as possible.

It will not only give them justice, but also restore justice to the court."

Zhu Biao took a step forward, his eyes sharp.

He stared at Mao Xiang closely, trying to catch a hint of flaw in the other's expression.

Mao Xiang hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "During my investigation, I discovered some correspondence.

Although it did not specify which royal family member it was, judging from the tone and content of the letter, this person held a high position in the court and had close ties with the mysterious force.

These letters were hidden in a secret place in the Northern Pacification Office and were discovered by me by accident."

(End of this chapter)