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

Zhu Gang stared at Wan Yao with sharp eyes, and a series of questions were thrown at her like a string of cannonballs.

"Why on earth did you set such a trap?

Who is the mastermind behind this? What exactly are you planning?"

Every question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wanyao's heart.

As Wan Yao listened to this series of questions, her originally calm expression gradually turned into panic.

Her eyes began to avoid, not daring to meet Zhu Gang's sharp gaze.

Now that Wan Yao has calmed down, she knows clearly that what she did was indeed wrong.

In the face of this ironclad fact, any excuse seems pale and powerless.

I saw her lowering her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling like a frightened butterfly, as if she was trying hard to hide her inner anxiety.

After a moment, Wan Yao slowly raised her head, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading.

The originally straight back bent involuntarily, as if carrying a heavy burden.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing through the leaves, with a hint of humility.

"Master Zhu, now that things have come to this, I...I really have nothing to say.

It’s just…it’s just that the reasons are quite complicated, I hope you can calm down for now and listen to me slowly explain.”

At this moment, Wan Yao was like a wounded deer. She tried to lower her posture to ease the tense atmosphere, hoping that Zhu Gang could give her a chance to explain.

Zhu Gang's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds rolling before a storm, and his eyes were fixed on Wan Yao.

There was majesty and coldness in his eyes, as if he could see through people.

At this moment, Zhu Gang slowly took a step forward in the narrow carriage.

After this step, even the carriage swayed slightly with his movement.

It made a slight "crunching" sound, as if it was also afraid of the aura emanating from Zhu Gang.

Then he opened his thin lips and spat out words as coldly as ice.

"You'd better think it over before you speak, and don't let me find any flaws in the story you made up.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind using your passion to sacrifice for the three armies after reaching the front line!"

This threat was like a storm sweeping in from an extremely cold land, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.

It was also like an extremely sharp blade, piercing straight into the most vulnerable corner of Wan Yao's heart.

When Zhu Gang spoke, his cold tone seemed to be able to freeze the small space in the carriage in an instant.

Every word seemed to be wrapped in ice. After hearing it, Wanyao felt the chill rushing up from the soles of her feet to her heart, and the blood in her body seemed to solidify in an instant.

Her body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf in the wind, tightly enveloped by this powerful and cold feeling of oppression.

In this small carriage, Wanyao has nowhere to escape!
“Your Highness, rest assured, now that you have made the stakes so clear.

If I continue to be ignorant of the current situation, I will deserve to be put to death.

In fact, this matter started when my family was kidnapped by the Japanese envoy Ashikaga Naofushi..."

In this slightly cramped carriage, the atmosphere was as heavy as a substance.

Wan Yao lowered her head, her expression full of sadness and helplessness.

Under Zhu Gang's sharp gaze, he slowly began to tell the story.

Her voice was trembling, as if every word she uttered took all her strength.

“It was a dark and windy night, and the fishing village by the sea was silent.

Everyone in the family is asleep, and I am also in a dream.

Suddenly, a loud shouting and screaming broke the silence of the night.

The servant was awakened from her sleep, only to hear the unique chattering sounds of the Japanese pirates coming from outside.

In panic, I hurriedly got up and looked out through the crack in the window. I saw a group of short men in strange clothes and holding long knives, running around the village like ghosts.

Wan Yao paused, a look of pain flashing in her eyes.

After taking a deep breath, she continued, “Later, I learned that the leader was actually Ashikaga Naofusa.

He planned carefully and had his men pretend to be Japanese pirates.

The purpose is to capture the slaves' families and use them to threaten them.

They searched house by house, and resorted to swords at the slightest resistance.

The poor slave's parents, as well as her brothers and sisters who had no power to resist, were tied up roughly by them.

Watching my family being dragged away by them, I was filled with despair at that moment.

Ashikaga Naofusa stood at the entrance of the village and shouted threats to the slaves hiding in the dark.

If I don't follow his orders, I will never see my family again."

As Wan Yao tearfully narrated the story, she recalled the cruel scene in which Ashikaga Naofusa led his men to impersonate Japanese pirates and kidnap her family.

It was like a vivid painting, gradually appearing clearly before Zhu Gang's eyes.

It made him feel as if he was there, witnessing the heartbreaking atrocity.

“As the saying goes, those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

Fortunately, in the past few years, I have not allowed the Ming Auction House to provide auction qualifications to Japan.

Otherwise, once they master more advanced firearms, they will surely cause more serious harm to the coastal areas!"

Wan Yao said in a slightly complaining tone: "If Your Highness could treat everyone equally, tragedies like the one that happened in my hometown would not have happened."

Zhu Gang listened quietly to Wan Yao's narration, still maintaining a calm and examining expression.

However, when he heard Wan Yao express some inappropriate thoughts, it was like a huge rock suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing huge waves.

At this moment, Zhu Gang really did not expect that Wan Yao would have such an idea. This was far beyond his expectations.

Zhu Gang's eyes widened instantly, a hint of disbelief flashed across his eyes, and then his eyes quickly became as cold as a cold pond.

Then the corners of his mouth turned down slightly and pursed into a stiff straight line, as if he was trying to suppress all his anger and dissatisfaction.

At the same time, the muscles on Zhu Gang's face twitched slightly, as if an invisible force was pulling them.

The face, which was originally rosy, quickly turned gloomy.

It’s like the dark clouds in the sky before a storm is about to come, so dark that it makes it hard to breathe.

This sudden change made the already heavy atmosphere in the carriage even more depressing.

It was as if the air had been sucked out of him in an instant, making one feel suffocated.

"Wan Yao, these thoughts you have now are very dangerous, it's best to put an end to them as soon as possible!
I have heard a saying: Kindness must have an edge, and tolerance must have a bottom line.

Only if good people learn to protect themselves can they avoid being pointed at guns by bad people.

Never hope that a bad person will turn over a new leaf, because some people are born evil!

I will find you a set of guard uniforms now, and from now on you will guard the central military tent for twelve hours.

Without my order, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Wan Yao watched Zhu Gang in silence, his eyes cold and full of deep suspicion, and then he turned away abruptly.

The action was quick and decisive, yet it carried an unquestionable resolve.

It seemed as if Zhu Gang was completely disappointed with everything Wan Yao said.

Every step he took afterwards was firm and powerful, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the small space.

It was like a heavy sigh, constantly beating on Wanyao's heart. (End of this chapter)