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

In this silent night, the moonlight shines coldly on the official road of Yingtian Prefecture.

Zhu Gang rode steadily on a tall warhorse. The horse had a strong and agile posture, and its four hooves stepped firmly on the ground.

He snorted from time to time, as if he could feel the solemn atmosphere at the moment.

Every piece of armor on Zhu Gang's body was carefully crafted.

Under the caress of the moonlight, it sparkles with a cool luster.

Just like a layer of cold frost, it not only added a bit of heroic spirit to him, but also revealed a kind of chill that kept people away from him.

At this time, Zhu Gang's face was as solemn as iron and his lips were tightly pursed.

It was like a tightly locked gate that prevented any inner emotions from leaking out.

He looked straight ahead, his eyes deep and cold.

Under the cover of the night, that originally serious expression seemed even more profound.

It seemed as if there were endless thoughts and worries hidden inside, making it difficult to guess what Zhu Gang was thinking.

The army behind him was like a vast black ocean, surging quietly.

The soldiers were lined up in neat rows, tightly packed together, as if they were one.

The armor they wore reflected a tiny gleam of light under the moonlight.

Just like the sparse stars in the night sky, they flicker faint but firm light in the darkness, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this "black ocean".

The long spears in the hands of these soldiers glowed coldly in the moonlight.

Like the fangs of a ferocious beast, it exudes waves of chill.

It seems to silently declare the deterrent power of this army, making people afraid.

The entire army maintained a high degree of silence in the middle of the night, with only the occasional neighing of war horses and the slight clashing of armor breaking the momentary tranquility.

As the grand procession of Prince of Yan Zhu Di slowly approached, the sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels echoed in the night sky, like dull drumbeats beating on people's hearts.

Zhu Gang, with his tall posture, was riding on a tall warhorse. He noticed the movement with his sharp eyes and quickly turned his head to look.

In this hazy night, the moonlight can only barely outline the contours of things, and everything appears shadowy.

A complex and unpredictable look flashed across Zhu Gang's eyes for a moment. That look was like a bottomless dark pool, and it clearly contained his surprise at the fact that the King of Yan had suddenly chased after him in the middle of the night.

After all, it was already late at night, and he should have been setting up camp and resting, but the King of Yan came in a hurry, which was really beyond his expectations.

At the same time, his eyes revealed deep worry about the unknown situation that might occur next.

Prince Yan must have an important purpose when he comes chasing after us late at night. What is this purpose and what kind of changes will it trigger?
The unknown can always easily stir up people's inner anxiety, but Zhu Gang really doesn't like the feeling of knowing nothing.

The troops of both sides gradually stopped, and the silence of the night, which had been broken by the sound of horse hooves and marching, completely dissipated at this moment.

The team, which had just been marching in an orderly manner, suddenly froze in place.

In the silent air, the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional neighing of war horses and the gentle breathing of the soldiers.

The tense atmosphere spread like a tide in the darkness at an extremely fast speed, as if enveloping everyone.

The air seemed to become sticky and oppressive, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling everyone's throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Everyone present could feel that an unpredictable storm was about to come, and they would all be at the center of it.

At this moment, Zhu Gang's gaze inadvertently swept across a figure beside Zhu Di.

With the weak moonlight, he instantly recognized that it was the Haracha he had sent to the Yuanma Temple in the capital. In an instant, Zhu Gang's eyes became more profound.

It is like a bottomless cold pond, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging at the bottom.

Countless questions arose in his mind. Why did Halacha appear next to Zhu Di?
Did something go wrong in the mission I sent to Yuanma Temple?
Did Halacha betray him, or was he forced into this by some means used by Zhu Di?
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhu Gang's mind, and he knew very well that the appearance of Halacha would most likely make the already complicated situation even more complicated.

The following conversation with Zhu Di may be more difficult than imagined!

"Fourth brother, you come to visit me with so many people late at night. What's the important matter?"

When Zhu Di's eyes met Zhu Gang's deep eyes that revealed complex emotions, he seemed to have noticed something from the change in the other's eyes.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then slowly reached his hand into his arms, his movements steady and cautious.

Then Zhu Di's fingers fumbled in his arms for a moment, and then carefully took out an imperial edict.

The imperial edict was wrapped in bright yellow silk, and even under the hazy moonlight, it still exuded the unique royal aura.

Immediately, Zhu Di gently pulled the reins, signaling the warhorse to squat slightly, and then he turned over and dismounted.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhu Di straightened his slightly wrinkled cloak.

Then he took steady and powerful steps and walked straight towards Zhu Gang.

Every step was taken firmly and powerfully, as if with unquestionable determination.

As he walked towards Zhu Gang, his eyes were always fixed on Zhu Gang.

His eyes showed the confidence and determination of a king, and also seemed to conceal his control and consideration of the next situation.

When he approached Zhu Gang, Zhu Di raised his head slightly and looked into Zhu Gang's eyes while he was riding on a warhorse.

He held the imperial edict tightly in his hand. The air around him seemed to freeze because of this action, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

“Third brother, I came here this time on the orders of my father to fight alongside the Shuozhou Guards.

This is the imperial decree from my father appointing me as the military supervisor. I hope my third brother will give me some face and dismount to listen to his order."

When Zhu Gang saw Zhu Di take out the imperial edict, the doubt in his heart surged like a raging wave.

He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, as if he wanted to disperse all the confusion and shock in his heart into the cold night wind.

In this brief moment, Zhu Gang's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts.

At the same time, he wondered what intentions were hidden behind the imperial edict, and what impact it would have on himself and the Shuozhou Guard army behind him?

At this time, Wang Biao, who was beside Zhu Gang, noticed his master's stunned look.

He quickly took a step forward, stretched out his strong arm, and supported Zhu Gang steadily.

Zhu Gang then woke up as if from a dream. With the help of Wang Biao, he slowly turned sideways, and then jumped off the horse neatly and steadily.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Zhu Gang took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his inner turmoil.

He lowered his head slightly and adjusted his armor, which was shining with a cool luster, to ensure that his posture was dignified and appropriate.

Then Zhu Gang bowed respectfully with his head slightly lowered.

He folded his hands in front of him, ready to receive the imperial edict from Zhu Di, which symbolized imperial power.

At this moment, there was silence all around, and everyone's eyes were focused on this scene, as if even the air had fallen still because of this solemn scene.

Everyone was waiting with bated breath for Zhu Di to read out the imperial edict and reveal the hidden mystery. (End of this chapter)