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

In the inner hall of the Yuanma Temple government office, Lin Yuan was wandering alone in a dark corner.

His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of confusion and struggle.

At this moment, Lin Yuan was experiencing a fierce struggle between his conscience and his desires.

On one side is the powerful and influential Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, with whom he has many connections.

Betraying the King of Yan would undoubtedly put oneself in an extremely dangerous situation, and the King of Yan's revenge might be as swift and cruel as a storm.

On the other side were Lin Yuan's blood-related family members. The dignified and inviolable family rules of the Jiangnan Lin family were like a heavy mountain, weighing down his breath.

Lin Yuan knew very well that once his family knew about his betrayal, his family members would be implicated.

Faced with this dilemma, Lin Yuan's palms were already covered with beads of sweat.

Lin Yuan's heartbeat was particularly loud in the silent room, as if beating the beat for his confused thoughts.

While constantly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Lin Yuan thought about every possible consequence, but still found it difficult to make a decision.

However, while he was still hesitating and considering whether to betray Prince of Yan Zhu Di to save his family, Halacha, who was still at the horse farm, had already made up his mind.

The cold wind was blowing, rustling the dry grass around the horse farm.

He was wearing a thick sheepskin coat, standing among the horses, looking into the distance with a determined gaze.

There was a resolute light flashing in Halacha's deep eyes, without any hesitation or entanglement like Lin Yuan.

Growing up on the grassland, he has the perseverance and courage unique to the children of the grassland.

Halacha knew very well that once some things were decided, there was no turning back.

All he was thinking about at this moment was his mission and responsibility.

The stallions in the farm are the result of Haracha's years of hard work and are also the bond that closely connects him to this land.

Halacha will not let anyone destroy the peace here, nor will he allow any conspiracy to breed in this pure horse farm.

So in this howling cold wind, Halacha clenched his fists, and the belief in his heart became stronger.

He is ready to go all out to protect everything he holds dear and meet the upcoming challenges.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin once said, 'If I am not welcome here, I will find another place that will welcome me.

Since these Ming officials in the capital look down on me, I'll just use the excuse of sending a mount to the Prince of Yan as an excuse to leave this troubled place as soon as possible."

Having made up his mind, Halacha did not delay for a moment.

He looked hurried, his eyes searching eagerly in the horse farm, and soon locked onto the Han colleague with whom he had the best relationship.

At this moment, the colleague was busy combing the mane of a horse, and Halacha walked quickly forward.

He grabbed the arm of his Han colleague and dragged him to a relatively quiet corner.

Then, with an unquestionable firmness in Halacha's eyes, he took a deep breath and began to dictate his resignation at a very fast speed.

His words were concise yet full of profound meaning. During the conversation, Halacha mentioned his views on the current situation of Yuanma Temple and his helplessness in having to leave due to some unspeakable reasons.

His words showed both his nostalgia for his past life on the horse farm and his determination for the unknown future.

As Halacha spoke, he closely observed the expressions of his Han colleagues, fearing that they might miss any word.

The Han colleague was initially shocked and wide-eyed, seeming to find it hard to believe Halacha's decision.

However, when he saw Halacha's resolute expression, he finally nodded silently and took every word he said seriously. After reciting his resignation letter, Halacha turned around and walked straight to the stable without stopping for a moment.

His eyes quickly swept through the many horses and soon selected a sturdy Mongolian stallion.

This horse has shiny fur all over its body and long, powerful limbs. It is obviously a good horse with great endurance.

Halacha skillfully put the saddle on it, tied the reins, turned over and jumped steadily on the horse's back.

He took a last deep look at the familiar Yuanma Temple Horse Farm, the familiar stables, hay piles, and the busy figures in the distance, and felt mixed emotions.

Soon, Halacha gritted his teeth and pulled the reins hard.

He just clamped his legs lightly around the horse's belly, and the Mongolian stallion neighed and raised its four hooves.

It rushed away like an arrow and disappeared at the end of the racecourse in an instant.

Only the flying dust was left, witnessing Halacha's resolute departure.

Just as Halacha rode the Mongolian stallion farther and farther away, his figure gradually blurred in the flying dust, an elusive look flashed across the face of the Han colleague he had just entrusted to write the resignation letter.

The Han colleague carefully folded the resignation letter in his hand, which contained the reason for Haracha's departure, and put it carefully into his arms.

Then he quickly looked around, made sure no one was paying attention, and then hurriedly moved.

This Han colleague usually looks gentle and honest, but at this moment he is walking in quick steps, with a look of anxiety and nervousness in his eyes.

He hurried along the path beside the horse farm, his footsteps raising a cloud of dust behind him.

Other stable boys passing by greeted this Han colleague, but he just nodded hurriedly without stopping.

Soon this Han colleague arrived at the avenue leading to the imperial city, which was busy with cars and pedestrians.

However, he was not at all disturbed by the lively scene around him, and walked quickly towards the direction of the imperial city.

The figure of this Han colleague shuttled through the crowd, sometimes turning sideways to avoid the oncoming carriage, and sometimes speeding up to overtake the slow-moving passers-by in front.

The sunlight shone on this Han colleague, reflecting his slightly thin yet extremely determined back.

As this Han colleague continued to move forward, the tall and majestic walls of the imperial city gradually became clearer in his sight, as if calling him.

The resignation letter held in the arms of this Han colleague seemed to become heavier, as if it carried some unspeakable secret and mission.

At this moment, under the towering palace walls of the imperial city, the sunlight shines through the layers of flying eaves and brackets, casting mottled light and shadows.

Su Yu, a Lanling guard of the sixth rank who was eight feet tall and as straight as a pine tree, was performing his guard duties diligently.

He was wearing a bright guard uniform and a long sword that gleamed coldly at his waist.

The blue feather on his head trembled slightly in the breeze, highlighting Su Yu's identity and status.

At this moment, a clerk from the Yuanma Temple who did not even have a rank came hurriedly.

His figure was a little thin, forming a sharp contrast with the burly Su Yu.

The plain and somewhat old-fashioned clothes of the clerks in Yuanma Temple seemed particularly out of place against the magnificent backdrop of the imperial city.

Su Yu's sharp eyes instantly caught the figure of the clerk from Yuanma Temple.

The moment their eyes met, a hint of vigilance suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up and down at the clerk of Yuanma Temple in front of him like an eagle examining its prey. (End of this chapter)