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

Near noon, the scorching sun poured unreservedly on the magnificent buildings of the East Palace, giving the main hall of the East Palace a dazzling golden edge.

Inside the palace.

Zhu Biao was dressed in gorgeous clothes and sat upright on the main seat, his sleeves fluttering gently in the occasional breeze.

At this moment, Zhu Biao's face was full of worry that he could not hide. The news of Gongshu Qi's injury was like a dark cloud, weighing heavily on his heart, making him uneasy.

Soon, Han Yi hurried through the palace door and stepped into the slightly stuffy main hall.

The light from the high-hanging palace lanterns is no longer as dazzling under the daylight, but it still adds a touch of softness to the hall.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Yi's forehead, gleaming faintly in the refraction of the sunlight.

He quickly walked up to Zhu Biao and knelt on one knee with a plop.

After paying his respects, Han Yi quickly stood up and began to give a detailed report on Gongshu Qi's injuries.

Han Yi's voice was a little hurried due to his hurry, but his words were still clear and powerful.

He described everything in detail, from the time and place when Gongshu Qi was injured, to the specific situation at that time, the careful diagnosis process of the imperial doctors, to the current treatment plan and the current situation that his injury has gradually stabilized.

From the moment Han Yi stepped into the palace, Zhu Biao focused all his attention on him.

He stared at Han Yi with his eyes full of concern and anxiety.

It seemed as if he wanted to explore all the details of Gongshu Qi's injuries from Han Yi's every expression and every word.

As Han Yi spoke, Zhu Biao's expression gradually eased.

The frown on his face slowly relaxed, like an ice lake beginning to melt.

The knuckles of the hands that were tightly gripping the armrests of the seat were no longer white from the force.

When Han Yi finished his report and confidently told Zhu Biao that Gongshu Qi's life was safe and he would recover gradually with careful nursing, Zhu Biao's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally let go completely.

Zhu Biao slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, a look of relief evident on his face.

His face, which had originally turned a little pale due to worry, now had a hint of redness again, and his tense body completely relaxed.

He leaned back in his chair, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him.

"That's good, that's good..."

Zhu Biao murmured to himself. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of gratitude and relief for surviving the disaster.

These few simple words seemed to carry magical power, sweeping away the haze that had previously shrouded his heart.

Just then, a light and orderly sound of footsteps was heard outside the hall.

The prince's eunuch Li Heng walked into the main hall with steady steps and an upright posture.

He was wearing a well-tailored official uniform, the hems of his clothes swaying gently with his steps.

Li Heng's face was as gloomy as water, and his expression showed his usual respect and caution.

After entering the hall, he first bowed his head slightly and saluted Zhu Biao.

Li Heng then raised his head and quickly glanced at Han Yi, then he began to report: "Your Highness, the Prince of Jin sent someone to inform you that he will leave for Datong Prefecture in half an hour.

If you don't have any plans, the King of Jin would like to see you again."

Zhu Biao smiled and nodded, saying, "Li Heng, go call Qingyun over, and let's go together to see my third brother off."

At the same time, in the military camp outside Shangyuan County.

At this time, the sky was dark, and thick black clouds rolled over like ink, pressing heavily towards the earth, as if a rainstorm would pour down at any time.

A makeshift tent stood alone in an open space.

The strong wind raged like a wild beast, constantly hitting the tent, making a whirring sound, as if it was going to uproot the tent.

Inside the tent, King Jin Zhu Gang, wearing armor, stood upright in the center.

The candle flame swayed violently in the wind, and the flickering light and shadow danced on his angular face.

It added a hint of depth to Zhu Gang's already stern expression.

Then his gaze fell directly on Zhang Changshi, who was wearing a dark brocade robe opposite him.

Zhang Changshi was thin and tried hard to stay calm in this slightly cramped tent filled with a tense atmosphere.

Although the dark brocade robe was exquisitely tailored, it was covered in dust from all the traveling.

The original luster was also covered up, revealing a bit of embarrassment.

Zhu Gang stared at Zhang Changshi with an extremely solemn expression on his face.

It was like the sky that was about to be hit by a rainstorm, heavy and frightening.

His thick eyebrows were tightly knitted together, forming a deep "川" character.

Those sharp eyes were now filled with worry, as deep as a dark pool, as if hiding many considerations about the situation.

Zhu Gang pursed his lips tightly, making them look slightly pale.

The line of his lips was as tight as a bowstring, revealing a sense of firmness and determination.

Years of fighting have left Zhu Gang's face somewhat weathered, and his solemn expression at this moment makes him look extremely majestic, like an unshakable mountain.

After a long time, Zhu Gang finally spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful.

It seemed to come from the thick clouds, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Master Zhang, please tell me in detail about the situation around the county this time."

Although the voice was calm and composed, that of a veteran, Zhang Changshi still keenly caught a hint of anxiety mixed in it.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Changshi's body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was hit by an invisible force.

Then he took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his inner tension and anxiety, and answered: "According to the report from the Hidden Dragon Guard spies we deployed in the city, a Western merchant wearing a felt hat is inquiring about the secret channel at the source of the Jin River."

Zhu Gang asked in confusion, "The Jinshui River in Shangyuan City is just a small artificial lake modeled after the Jin Temple in Taiyuan.

Do you think it is normal for Western merchants to risk exposing their whereabouts to explore the source of an artificial lake?"

Zhang Changshi shook his head and said, "I also feel that there is something strange about this, but I can't figure out what the other party's intention is at the moment."

Inside the wind-ravaged tent outside the county town, the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand holding everyone's heart tightly.

Prince of Jin Zhu Gang, wearing armor, stared at Zhang Changshi, who was wearing a dark brocade robe opposite him.

Zhang Changshi was thin, but at this moment he lowered his head.

His eyes flickered, as if he was deliberately avoiding Zhu Gang's sharp gaze.

In fact, Zhang Changshi knew the current situation very well, but he still pretended to be ignorant and tried to fool Zhu Gang with ambiguous words.

When Zhu Gang looked at Zhang Changshi like this, anger suddenly flared up in his heart.

A hint of coldness suddenly flashed in his deep eyes.

The cold light was like an ice blade in the twelfth lunar month, freezing cold, as if it could instantly see through all of Zhang Changshi's inner thoughts.

This hint of cold light made the already stern face look even more eerie, as if a thunderous rage was about to erupt in the next moment. (End of this chapter)