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

Su Yu knew very well in his heart: since the assassination in Kunning Palace, this place has become a highly guarded fortress.

They are extremely sensitive to any slight disturbance, like a frightened bird.

That assassination was like a deep wound that still makes everyone in the palace nervous.

In such a situation, if even the slightest accident really happened.

If someone disguised himself as a guard and carried a sharp knife with the intention of assassinating Queen Ma, the situation would become extremely difficult.

Su Yu was well aware of the strict rules in the palace, and once a situation like this occurred, he would not be given much opportunity to explain himself.

Even though he was full of loyalty to Empress Ma, he only wanted to meet the Empress and tell her everything on her mind.

But by then, it would probably be difficult to get rid of suspicion.

In the eyes of everyone, he and the assassin were wearing the same guard uniform and appeared near the Kunning Palace, so he would undoubtedly be regarded as an accomplice.

The court has always been ruthless in dealing with assassins and their accomplices.

What awaits Su Yu is most likely to be treated as an accomplice of the assassin, suffer severe punishment, and ultimately end up with a tragic end of having his head and body separated.

When Su Yu thought of these potential huge risks, he couldn't help but shudder, and cold sweat seeped out of his back.

He looked at Yu'er again, with a little more seriousness and thought in his eyes.

Yuer's proposal seemed more prudent in this complex and dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, Su Yu couldn't help but agree more with Yu'er's proposal.

In his heart, he also began to tend to do as Yu'er said in order to avoid falling into an irretrievable situation.

Su Yu immediately said with gratitude: "Ms. Yu'er is really thoughtful. I will find a way to get the pair of jade earrings and give them to the Queen for review."

At the same time, on the dusty official road, the sound of horse hooves came closer and closer like dense drumbeats.

Haracha, riding on a vigorous Mongolian stallion, was galloping at full speed.

The horse's muscles were taut and its four hooves were flying like a black whirlwind.

Halacha lay on the horse's back, looking straight ahead with a firm gaze, and the sweat on his face splashed backwards with the galloping wind.

After a hard chase all the way, he finally caught up with the grand guard of honor of Prince of Yan Zhu Di in an open field.

Zhu Di's guard of honor was huge with fluttering flags.

It is bright and eye-catching under the sunlight.

The guards were dressed in neat armor, holding spears, and looked solemn.

The vehicle is richly decorated, with exquisite patterns carved on the frame, highlighting the royal majesty and style.

Halacha pulled the reins, and the Mongolian stallion neighed loudly, then stopped not far in front of the guard of honor.

"I am the leader of the Longquan Garden of the Xiangshan Supervisor of the Yuanma Temple. I have been ordered to deliver horses to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."

At this time, Zhu Di was sitting in a spacious and luxuriously decorated carriage, closing his eyes and thinking about many important matters.

The interior of the carriage was exquisitely decorated, with soft brocade hanging all around.

There was a thick velvet carpet under his feet, and the walls of the car were inlaid with various beautiful jades and gems, emitting a faint luster.

Suddenly, there was a slightly noisy noise outside the car, breaking the silence in the car.

Zhu Di frowned slightly, his eyes opened instantly, and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he immediately reached out and lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out of the car.

Then Zhu Di called out loudly: "Fan Zhong!"

Fan Zhong, the guard who was usually responsible for leading Zhu Di's horse, was now on standby not far from the carriage.

Hearing the call from King Yan, Fan Zhong stepped forward quickly.

Then he quickly came to the carriage, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, what can I do for you?" Zhu Di stood tall and his armor reflected a cold light in the sun.

There was loyalty and determination in his eyes, and he was always ready to obey Zhu Di's orders.

In Zhu Di's past life, Fan Zhong was like the strongest shield beside him, always by his side.

Since he was a child, Fan Zhong swore an oath of allegiance to Zhu Di until death. This loyalty was not driven by interests, but came from the purest emotions and beliefs in his heart.

I still remember the vast training ground when I was young.

The young Fan Zhong looked at Zhu Di with burning eyes and a determined face, and made a solemn oath word by word.

From that moment on, his fate was closely linked with Zhu Di.

Over the years, whether facing the swords and spears on the battlefield or the undercurrents of court disputes, Fan Zhong always stayed by Zhu Di's side.

On the battlefield, Fan Zhongru is a brave and fearless god of war.

He wielded a long sword, charged into battle for Zhu Di, and blocked countless fatal attacks.

Whenever danger comes, Fan Zhong always steps forward without hesitation, putting his own safety aside.

In the palace, he was like a keen falcon, always alert to any disturbance around him and eliminating all potential threats for Zhu Di.

Because of this, Zhu Di's trust in Fan Zhong was already deeply rooted.

In Zhu Di's eyes, Fan Zhong was not only a loyal guard, but also his most reliable partner and a close friend whom he could trust with his life and death.

No matter what difficulties he faced, as long as Fan Zhong was by his side, Zhu Di could feel an incomparable sense of security.

It seems that all difficulties and obstacles are not to be feared.

This trust has become more solid as a rock after years of baptism and has never been shaken in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Zhu Di calmed down and then asked, "Fan Zhong, go to the front and see what happened?"

Looking at Fan Zhong's gradually receding back, Zhu Di recalled the scene of attending a palace banquet before.

That time, Fan Zhong keenly noticed that a maid had flickering eyes and moved stealthily.

Through his own calm observation, he eventually discovered that the maid was trying to poison Zhu Di's wine.

At the critical moment, Fan Zhong took timely action to stop the conspiracy, demonstrating excellent adaptability.

Now is a time of turmoil, and it is a great honor to have such a loyal and brave man following me.

For Zhu Di, this was undoubtedly something that made him feel extremely reassured.

After receiving the order, Fan Zhong turned around nimbly and walked towards the direction where the voice came from with big strides.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was firm and quick.

The armor made of fine iron made crisp and rhythmic sounds as Fan Zhong moved.

When the soldiers around saw him coming in a hurry, they consciously made way for him.

Fan Zhong's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he quickly locked onto Haracha who was riding on a Mongolian stallion.

He took a few steps forward and came to Halacha's side. Although his tone was calm, it was filled with unquestionable majesty.

"My brave man, please follow me. His Highness invites you."

Halacha nodded slightly and then gently pulled the reins.

The Mongolian stallion under his crotch began to follow Fan Zhong obediently.

Along the way, the two men shuttled through the huge guard of honor of Prince of Yan Zhu Di.

There were guards standing all around, watching them like eagles, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn and dignified.

About half a cup of tea later, Fan Zhong and Halacha finally arrived beside Zhu Di's carriage. (End of this chapter)