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

Lu Feng's punch, filled with tremendous anger, landed heavily on the table.

The sound was like a dull thunder, exploding in the silent interrogation room.

This punch was not just a simple venting of anger, it contained his gnashing anger towards Han Yi's blatant accusation.

Han Yi was just an eighth-rank medical officer, yet he had the guts to make unscrupulous accusations in front of me, a third-rank Jinyiwei commander.

This was a blatant provocation to Lu Feng's authority. How could he swallow this humiliation?
On a deeper level, this punch was Lu Feng's way of venting the frustration and unwillingness he had to endure in the power game.

In this complicated court situation, although he held a high position, he had to suppress his anger and hold the resentment in his heart because of the power of Prince Yan behind Han Yi.

This feeling of being unable to fight back freely was like a blunt knife repeatedly pulling at Lu Feng's heart, causing him unbearable pain.

At this moment, Lu Feng's usual majestic and calm appearance, like solid ice, has completely collapsed.

His eyes were wide open almost to bursting, and the rage burning in them seemed to be able to set the whole world on fire.

The veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms, jumping with his heavy breathing.

A long-suppressed roar seemed like it would burst out from between those clenched teeth at any moment.

At this moment, Lu Feng's resentment was like a surging tide, spreading wantonly in the air, shrouding the entire interrogation room in a suffocating and depressing atmosphere.

He was like an active volcano about to erupt, emitting a terrifying aura, as if he would destroy everything in the world in the next second.

"For the humiliation you suffered today, I, Lu Feng, will return it a hundredfold one day!"

At the same time, Zhu Di, who was sitting in the East Palace waiting for news, was discussing with Crown Prince Zhu Biao how to deal with Lu Feng's unauthorized actions.

"As a sharp weapon in the hands of the emperor and the eyes that monitor all officials, the Imperial Guard must enforce discipline.

Lu Feng sent people to arrest Gongshu Qi without my order, which clearly shows that he did not take the laws of the court seriously.

If they are not severely punished, it will inevitably cause extremely bad consequences. What do you think, brother?"

Zhu Biao was a little embarrassed when he heard this and said, "Fourth Brother, if I remember correctly, Lu Feng should be your third brother's confidant.

If you want to punish this person, you'd better ask for the opinion of my third brother, so as not to hurt the harmony between us brothers."

Zhu Di nodded solemnly, "Brother, I heard that the third brother will be returning to Taiyuan soon. I wonder if I can still make it in time to see him now."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao raised his head slightly and a faint smile appeared on his face.

That smile was as gentle as the warm spring sun, yet it also revealed a certain indescribable complexity.

I saw him shaking his head slowly, his movements were gentle and slow, as if he was thinking deeply.

At the same time, a hint of helplessness quietly revealed in Zhu Biao's deep and bright eyes.

This sense of helplessness is like the slight ripples on the surface of the lake. Although it does not look strong, it is clearly discernible.

"Fourth Brother, because we have been away from Shanxi for too long, your third brother now has a lot of things to deal with.

Whether it is the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" or the war on the Yunnan front, they are important public affairs that need to be resolved urgently.

According to the latest information I have learned, the guard battalion of Prince Jin's Mansion had already set out yesterday afternoon.

I estimate that in one or two hours, your third brother will also leave the capital."

At this time, the road to the East Palace was covered with thick snow, as if it was covered with a layer of white velvet carpet.

In this dead silence of ice and snow, a figure in the distance was struggling to move towards the main hall of the East Palace.

This person was Han Yi. The thin plain robe he was wearing rustled in the strong wind, but it could not protect him from the bone-chilling cold.

Han Yi's hair was messy due to the cold wind, and a few strands of hair were frozen stiff and sticking up in all directions.

His face was filled with fatigue and frost, with a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows. His eyes, which had been clear before, were now filled with deep fatigue.

Han Yi trudged through the snow, his feet already numb from the cold.

The strong wind cut across his cheeks like a knife, leaving stinging marks.

But Han Yi still had a determined look and walked hurriedly.

As he got closer, the guards at the palace gate were wrapped in thick cotton clothes.

They exhaled puffs of white air and looked at the person who came vigilantly.

After seeing clearly that it was Han Yi, the guards slightly stepped aside and let him pass.

Han Yi finally stepped into the main hall of the East Palace, exhausted, and the warm atmosphere in the hall filled his face.

But his body, which was red from the cold, could not adapt to the sudden change in temperature for a while.

However, Han Yi's arrival was like a stone that broke the ice, foreshadowing that the Eastern Palace was about to usher in new waves.

"Your humble servant, the good doctor Han Yi, greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."

Zhu Di raised his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on Han Yi.

Looking at Han Yi, who looked a little embarrassed due to his hurry but still bowed politely, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Then Zhu Di waved his hand gently, the movement was slow and casual, as if he was dispersing a tiny mist.

"It's deep winter and the journey is difficult. No need to be polite."

Zhu Di's voice was deep and mellow, like the warm sun in winter, with a reassuring warmth.

Han Yi straightened up slightly upon hearing this, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Di's consideration made him feel a special warmth in his heart during this cold winter.

At this time, Zhu Biao was sitting on a soft couch not far away, with an elegant and leisurely posture.

The moon-white robe further highlights his gentle and jade-like temperament.

Zhu Biao was holding an ancient book casually in his hand and was reading it with his head down.

Hearing Zhu Di's gentle and considerate words towards Han Yi, he couldn't help but raise his head slightly.

The figures of Zhu Di and Han Yi were clearly reflected in Zhu Biao's inky eyes.

Seeing that his fourth brother Zhu Di was so considerate of his subordinates, a hint of relief involuntarily revealed in his eyes.

This sense of relief is like a tiny ripple on the surface of a calm lake. Although it does not seem ostentatious, it is full of the brother's recognition and appreciation for his younger brother.

Zhu Biao knew very well that it was not easy to maintain such understanding and care for his subordinates in such a complex court environment and vortex of power.

Zhu Di's move not only demonstrated his magnanimity, but also showed his wisdom in managing his subordinates.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, outlining a faint smile.

He seemed to see Zhu Di's growth and progress in dealing with people, and his heart was filled with joy and relief.

"Doctor Han, I wonder how Gongshu Qi, who is in the Jinyiwei prison, is doing now?"

Facing Zhu Biao's question, Han Yi said solemnly: "Although Lord Gongshu did receive some punishment, fortunately, Lord Lu, the commander of the Jinyiwei, still has some sense.

As long as the injured can survive the infection in the next few days, there will basically be no major problems."

(End of this chapter)