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

Ma Wenjian, a ninth-rank official at the bottom of the officialdom, was already feeling uneasy because of the "Shanxi Military Horse Case."

When Halacha mentioned Prince of Jin Zhu Gang, his brows, which were originally trying to ease the atmosphere, were instantly tightened as if by an invisible and powerful force.

The wrinkles on his face were tightly wrinkled into the shape of a deep Chinese character "川", and those wrinkles seemed to depict the heavy worries in Ma Wenjian's heart.

His eyes revealed deep worry without any concealment.

That gaze seemed to penetrate the scene before him and see the many difficulties that might arise in the future.

Although Ma Wenjian cannot be said to be proficient in the ways of officialdom, he has been working at the bottom for many years and knows a lot of inside information.

He knew very well that Prince of Jin Zhu Gang's position in the court was extremely important.

As one of Zhu Yuanzhang's many sons, Prince of Jin Zhu Gang had a very high say in the court due to his own abilities, and his network of contacts was even more complicated.

Every move he made was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing ripples.

A single move can affect the entire situation in the court.

Now the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" is actually related to Jin Wang Zhu Gang, which undoubtedly makes the already difficult case even more complicated.

It's like a tangled mess, the more you try to sort it out, the more tangled it becomes.

Ma Wenjian felt like a heavy rock was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

At this moment, Ma Wenjian thought to himself: If this case is not handled properly, I, a small gardener, will most likely become a victim of the game of interests among all parties. I wonder what kind of unbearable trouble this will bring to me?
Thinking of this, Ma Wenjian clenched his hands unconsciously.

His palms were full of sweat and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

When Lin Zhengyuan, who was not far away, heard Halacha mention Jin Prince Zhu Gang, his originally calm expression suddenly became serious, as if a layer of frost was quietly creeping up on his face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Like a meteor across the night sky, it is fleeting but full of warning.

Lin Zhengyuan knew very well that Prince of Jin Zhu Gang was no ordinary person.

The King of Jin was famous in the court and had shown extraordinary talent and strategy since he was young.

He was adept at maneuvering in the court with his outstanding political skills and keen insight.

He stood out among many royal relatives and nobles, and won the support and following of many forces.

His mansion was always crowded with important officials of the court and heroes from all sides.

In today's Ming Dynasty political arena, it plays an even more important role.

If the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" is really related to the other party, there must be a huge conspiracy and intricate power entanglement behind it.

Prince of Jin Zhu Gang has always been cautious in his actions. If he was really involved in this, then this case would be far more than just the superficial mismanagement of military horses.

Behind the scenes may be a struggle for power, transfer of interests, and secret competition among various forces.

This series of intricate relationships is like a huge and hidden web.

Once you get caught in it, it is extremely difficult to escape.

This is undoubtedly an unprecedented huge challenge for Lin Zhengyuan to find out the truth and solve the case.

He knew very well that what he was facing was no longer an ordinary official dispute, but that he had to grope his way forward in this complex maze of forces.

If you are not careful, you may end up in an irretrievable situation.

However, Lin Zhengyuan's persistence in the truth and sense of responsibility were like a burning flame, and were not extinguished by this huge challenge.

Instead, it burned even more vigorously, inspiring him to bravely uncover the truth behind the layers of fog.

The moment the other followers heard the name "Prince of Jin Zhu Gang", they seemed to be cast under a spell and dared not even breathe.

Although they usually just followed their masters to run errands and help them, they also knew a thing or two about some of the ways and powerful people in the officialdom. At this moment, these followers looked at each other, exchanging glances in panic.

His eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

In the hearts of these people, the name of King Jin Zhu Gang is like a towering and insurmountable mountain.

The Prince of Jin had extremely high prestige in the court and enormous power.

Every time he stomped his feet, the entire court would tremble.

They knew very well that if a small and insignificant person like themselves accidentally offended King Jin, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, these followers seemed to be shrouded by an invisible powerful pressure, and their whole bodies became stiff uncontrollably.

Originally, they could stand aside and listen to everyone's conversation in a relatively casual manner, but at this moment, that casualness had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was an extremely stiff attitude.

The feet of these followers seemed to be nailed firmly to the ground, as if invisible shackles had suddenly grown out of the ground.

They were imprisoned here, unable to move.

The atmosphere in the entire space also dropped to freezing point at this moment, as if the air had solidified.

The depressing atmosphere spread like a tide, tightly enveloping everyone present.

It makes people feel as if there is a huge rock blocking their chest, making it difficult to breathe.

It seems that one more word or one more action would trigger a terrible disaster.

At the same time, Prince of Jin Zhu Gang, who had already led a large army out of the capital, was now sitting comfortably in a luxuriously decorated carriage.

The carriage has a wide body and a spacious interior, and is decorated all around with soft and fine brocade.

Not only does it have a delicate touch, but it also exudes a light scent of incense, creating a comfortable and elegant atmosphere.

Zhu Gang was dressed in a gorgeous yet dignified casual suit, half-lying lazily on a specially made soft couch.

As a personal maid carefully trained by Empress Ma, Chunlan was born with beautiful features and a pair of flexible and powerful hands.

She moved lightly and gracefully, standing behind Zhu Gang, her hands skillfully massaging his shoulders.

Chunlan's movements were gentle and rhythmic, sometimes kneading slowly, sometimes pressing lightly, just soothing Zhu Gang's muscles.

Zhu Gang closed his eyes slightly, with an expression of great enjoyment on his face.

As Chunlan massaged him, his brows, which had been slightly furrowed due to preparations for the march, gradually relaxed, as if all his fatigue was slowly dissipating under these gentle finger techniques.

Outside the carriage, the sounds of the army's footsteps and horses' hooves blended together.

However, the interior of the car is quiet and comfortable, which forms a sharp contrast.

It seemed as if the hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with Zhu Gang. At this moment, he was just immersed in this relaxing massage, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation.

At this moment, Zhu Gang suddenly couldn't help but sneeze twice.

"Ah... sneeze!"

"Ah... sneeze!"

Touching his nose, he muttered to himself, "I just left the capital, and I didn't expect someone would mention me so soon."

Chunlan smiled and said, "Your Highness only brought me with him. The other sisters in the mansion will definitely complain about it!"

(End of this chapter)