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

In this quiet and comfortable carriage, the gentle massage gradually relaxed Zhu Gang's tense nerves.

Chunlan continued to massage Zhu Gang with her hands while expressing her feelings in a playful and half-joking tone.

"Your Highness, you handle many affairs every day, and leading a large army is a huge responsibility.

It's just like a tireless old ox, not knowing when it can take a good rest."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gang's eyes, which had been slightly closed, slowly opened, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

The sigh was long and heavy, as if carrying many unspeakable thoughts.

In this seemingly relaxed atmosphere, Zhu Gang's heart was actually full of worries and considerations about the situation.

As the King of Jin, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of the court.

This expedition concerns the safety of the border and the stability of the court, and there can be no room for any mistakes.

However, the forces in the court were complicated and the secret struggles never stopped, which made Zhu Gang walk on thin ice on the road ahead.

He knew very well that although he seemed to be in a glorious position on the surface, he had to be cautious in every step, as the slightest mistake could lead to him falling into an irretrievable situation.

This sigh was not only a response to Chunlan's emotion, but also an expression of Zhu Gang's many frustrations deep in his heart.

Even as Zhu Gang's sigh was still lingering inside the carriage, the marching troops outside the carriage were still moving forward in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, a rapid and rhythmic sound of horse hooves came from far away.

All I saw was Zheng Yuchun, wearing a helmet and armor, wearing a set of fine armor that was glowing with a cold light.

The scales of the armor were closely connected, sparkling with a unique metallic luster in the sun.

Under the helmet, Zheng Yuchun's expression was serious and focused, his eyes fixed on the carriage in front of him where Zhu Gang was.

He clamped his legs lightly around the horse's belly, and the warhorse under him seemed to sense the master's command, neighing and quickening its pace.

Then Zheng Yuchun quickly walked through the neat team in front.

The warhorse has a strong physique, and its four hooves are churning, raising clouds of dust.

As the warhorse gradually approached the carriage, Zheng Yuchun held the reins firmly.

The warhorse raised its front hooves high, then landed steadily and stopped on the side of the carriage.

Zheng Yuchun bowed slightly, clasped his fists towards Zhu Gang in the carriage and said, "Your Highness."

His voice was loud and powerful, and it was particularly clear among the marching troops.

Hearing the noise coming from outside, Zhu Gang reached out and lifted the carriage curtain and asked, "General Zheng, you hurried over here, but is there something important you want to discuss with me?"

Zheng Yuchun nodded solemnly and said, "His Majesty just sent a letter via carrier pigeon, saying that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will serve as the military supervisor of our army.

Your Majesty is worried that we are marching too fast and the Prince of Yan will not be able to catch up in time, so he asked the troops to slow down their march."

Looking up at the sky, Zhu Gang pointed to the Jing'an River not far away and said, "Instead of slowing down the march, it is better to set up camp on the spot by the river ahead.

On the one hand, it allows the soldiers to have a short rest, and on the other hand, they can also replenish some drinking water.

The King's order was passed on: Everyone must boil water before drinking it.

If any soldier gets diarrhea due to drinking raw water and thus affects the marching speed, I will definitely hold the leading officer responsible!"

Zheng Yuchun pulled the reins and stopped beside the carriage.

He raised his head slightly to look inside the carriage, his lips moving slightly, and he wanted to speak to persuade her.

Zheng Yuchun now understands that this march is an arduous task, and although Prince Jin appears calm in recent days, the pressure he is under is self-evident.

He thought that perhaps he could give the King of Jin some comfort and advice with his many years of experience in marching and fighting.

Perhaps we can advise King Jin not to overwork himself with so many affairs and to take better care of his health.

After all, this expedition was of great importance and could not afford any mistakes. However, when the words came to his lips, Zheng Yuchun seemed to be hit by something suddenly, and his expression was slightly stern.

He suddenly remembered that he was still a criminal. Although the King of Jin had been magnanimous and had not punished him severely for his previous mistakes, what qualifications did he have to say more in front of His Highness at this moment?
Zheng Yuchun thought this in his heart, and a trace of helplessness and loneliness appeared on his face.

He pursed his lips tightly, then clasped his fists and bowed, and said with a tone of respect and self-blame: "Your Highness, I will obey your orders."

After saying this, Zheng Yuchun slowly turned the horse's head and lightly tapped the horse's belly with his legs.

The warhorse neighed, turned and ran towards the front of the team.

Soon he merged into the marching army, leaving only the dust raised along the way.

Just as Zheng Yuchun reluctantly accepted the order and turned to leave, in another part of the capital, the young and energetic Zhu Di fell into anxiety because his mount had not arrived.

As the King of Yan, Zhu Di was bold and resolute in his actions.

He had already made careful arrangements for this trip.

The carefully selected mount was Zhu Di's important companion on this journey.

But no matter how long he waited, he still didn't see his mount.

This made Zhu Di, who was usually calm, a little impatient.

His brows were furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Di made a prompt decision and decided to personally lead people to the Yuanma Temple in the capital to find out what was going on.

He just waved his hand, and the personal soldiers who had been on standby beside him quickly gathered.

These personal soldiers all had solemn expressions and moved in unison.

Zhu Di was dressed in a black suit and stood tall.

Like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, it exudes an innate aura of majesty.

He jumped on the horse and swung the whip in the air, making a crisp "crack" sound.

Then Zhu Di led his personal soldiers and rushed towards Yuanma Temple in the capital like a storm.

Along the way, the sound of horse hooves was as dense as drumbeats, attracting the attention of people on both sides of the street.

In front of the gate of Yuanma Temple, two guards stood on duty with solemn expressions as usual.

They have sharp eyes and are always paying attention to what is happening around them.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from afar and they looked in the direction of the sound alertly.

Amid the flying dust, Prince of Yan Zhu Di rode on a tall horse and came with a group of personal soldiers in a menacing manner.

The neat and orderly formation demonstrated an extraordinary momentum, making the guards instantly realize that the situation was serious.

The two looked at each other, with a hint of panic in their eyes.

One of the guards didn't have time to think, he kicked his feet and rushed into the government office like an arrow.

He walked hurriedly, jogging all the way.

I walked through the winding corridors without any delay.

The officials in the yamen saw the guards looking so panicked and cast surprised looks at them.

The guard ran straight to the office of Lin Yuan, the Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple, and rushed in without even knocking on the door.

At this time, Lin Yuan was reviewing official documents at his desk. He was startled by the sudden intrusion and almost dropped the brush in his hand.

Before Lin Yuan could open his mouth to reprimand him, the guard said breathlessly, "Sir Shaoqing, the Prince of Yan... His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan has arrived with his personal guards!"

Lin Yuan's face turned pale instantly when he heard this, and the document in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously. (End of this chapter)