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

In this slightly dull reception room, Lin Yuan, Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple, was solemnly stating his plans for horse affairs.

He spoke earnestly and gestured with his hands from time to time.

Lin Yuan was obviously trying to make the distinguished Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, believe that he was capable of handling relevant matters properly.

However, Zhu Di had already become a little impatient and his brows were slightly furrowed.

His two thick eyebrows were tightly twisted together, like two mountains about to collide, revealing Zhu Di's inner displeasure.

He waved his hand gently, a gesture that seemed casual but carried unquestionable majesty.

Then Zhu Di's broad and powerful palm drew a simple arc in the air, as if cutting off the continuation of Lin Yuan's words in an instant.

This wave of his hand not only expressed his annoyance at Lin Yuan's long speech, but also seemed to hint that the other party did not need to say any more.

Zhu Di had heard enough and now hoped to see actual actions rather than just verbal promises.

“No matter what, it is an indisputable fact that Shaoqing made mistakes in horse administration.

What's more, this matter also involves the Jiangnan Lin family. They are profiteers who intend to disrupt the government!

Although my father has promised to give Lord Mao, the pacification envoy of the Imperial Guard, a chance to redeem himself, it does not mean that he will let those with ulterior motives go.

I might as well make it clear today that only one person with the surname Lin can stay in Yuanma Temple.

As for who this person is, it depends on your performance in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan immediately spoke respectfully, "I am loyal to the court, and I hope Your Highness the Fourth Prince can understand this.

As long as I can stay in the capital and serve as an official, I, Lin Yuan, will follow the orders of Prince Yan's Mansion from today onwards!"

In the reception room which was elegantly decorated but filled with invisible pressure, Zhu Di reprimanded Lin Yuan, Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple in his unique way, and his words fully revealed the majesty and scrutiny of a superior.

At the same time, in a vast camp quite far away from here, Zhu Gang was arranging various matters for the army to break camp and set off in an orderly manner.

The soldiers in the camp hurriedly packed up their tents and sorted out their weapons and food in an orderly manner.

The war horses neighed from time to time, and the whole scene was busy and orderly.

Zhu Gang was wearing a light yet heroic military uniform, standing tall in the center of the camp.

He directed everything with a firm gaze, showing the demeanor of a great general.

At this moment, a sturdy man quietly appeared at the entrance of the camp.

This person was none other than Zhang Long, the commander of the Hidden Dragon Guards. Today he had made a special and careful disguise.

Zhang Long was seen wearing a simple but neat cloth robe and a black bamboo hat.

Under the deliberately lowered brim of the hat, a pair of sharp eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

He walked with steady and agile steps, avoiding the busy soldiers and heading straight towards Zhu Gang.

Each step was firm and powerful, yet made almost no sound.

It seems to blend into the surrounding environment, yet it has a unique mysterious atmosphere.

Soon Zhang Long came to Zhu Gang, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I am here to report."

Zhu Gang turned his head slightly, then his gaze fell on Zhang Long, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Have you handled the matter that the king asked you to do?"

Zhang Long nodded solemnly and said, "I have successfully rescued Madam Mao, and she is currently in the carriage you are riding in."

Zhu Gang originally had obvious displeasure in his eyes as he stared closely at Zhang Long, the disguised commander of the Hidden Dragon Guard.

The arrangements made by Zhang Long did not meet Zhu Gang's expectations.

This made the anger in his heart like a suppressed flame that could erupt at any time.

Zhu Gang crossed his arms over his chest, frowned slightly, and asked sternly, "Tell me, is this the arrangement you carefully planned? How can we achieve the desired effect by doing this?"

Zhang Long lowered his head slightly, his expression somewhat solemn, and responded respectfully: "Your Highness, this situation is indeed special.

Many factors restrict each other, so it is really a stopgap measure.

Failure to do so could lead to a more difficult situation.”

Zhu Gang did not respond immediately after hearing this, but paced slowly on the spot, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He knew that Zhang Long had followed him for many years and had always acted cautiously.

If there was no real helplessness, I believe such an arrangement would not have been made.

Thinking of this, the anger in Zhu Gang's heart was like being poured with a basin of cold water and gradually began to dissipate.

He stopped and sighed slightly.

"Forget it. I know that your arrangement will be difficult, so let's not talk about it for now.

But you must not be so careless in the future, you must think carefully and plan thoroughly. "

Zhang Long quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness is so magnanimous. I am very grateful. I will be more cautious in the future."

Zhu Gang nodded slightly, and his eyes regained their former firmness.

Watching Zhang Long turn around respectfully and walk away with steady steps.

Zhu Gang withdrew his gaze from his back, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes for a moment.

At this moment, Zhu Gang seemed to have something extremely important and secret to do urgently. He looked around quickly without any hesitation.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to his actions, Zhu Gang immediately walked quickly towards the direction where the carriage was parked.

People come and go in the camp.

The soldiers were busy with the affairs of moving camp, and the noisy sounds were endless.

Zhu Gang's figure shuttled among the crowd, but cleverly avoided everyone's sight.

Finally he came to the carriage, which looked nothing special.

However, to Zhu Gang, it seemed to have some special meaning.

Zhu Gang carefully looked around again, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He quickly reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, his movements were swift and cautious, as if he was afraid to make any noise and alarm others.

Then Zhu Gang bent down slightly and got into the carriage sideways.

The cloth curtain slowly fell behind Zhu Gang, hiding his figure in the carriage, and everything returned to its seemingly normal state.

"do not move!"

Zhu Gang crouched down and leaned into the carriage. Before he could stand up, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He froze instantly, and felt a cold and sharp dagger silently placed on his neck.

The chill seemed to penetrate the skin and directly into the bone marrow.

Almost at the same moment, a figure appeared in Zhu Gang's sight. It was Mao Xiang's wife Lin Miaoyin.

Her figure was graceful, like a willow branch swaying gently in the spring breeze, soft and beautiful yet concealing a power that could not be ignored.

At this time, Lin Miaoyin was wearing a lavender long skirt, the hem of which swayed slightly with her movements, like flowing clouds.

Her long, shiny black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of hair falling beside her delicate face, adding a touch of charm.

Lin Miaoyin's eyes were as cold as a pond in the depths of winter, staring at Zhu Gang closely. (End of this chapter)