Ming Dynasty: Domination of the World from the Imperial Examination

Chapter 30 Ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day!
Mao Xiang was stunned.

Xia Zhibai really speaks without restraint.

No one in the entire palace dared to mention the death of Empress Ma, for fear that it would reach His Majesty's ears and cause his wrath.

Perhaps only someone like Xia Zhibai, who doesn't care about life or death at all, would dare to speak so bluntly, although to some extent, this statement is correct.

Since the death of Empress Ma, the court of the Ming Dynasty has become visibly depressed and solemn, even though His Highness occasionally made remonstrances.

But it didn't work.

His Majesty simply refused to listen to Your Highness's advice, and became more and more arbitrary, cruel and bloodthirsty.

Mao Xiang looked at Xia Zhibai. It was the first time he had seen such a peculiar person like Xia Zhibai in all his long years as an official. Not only was he not afraid of death, but he also wanted to die.

It's really rare.

Mao Xiang lowered his eyebrows and looked around, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Do you really want to die?"

Xia Zhibai shook his head.

He chuckled and looked up at the setting sun in the sky, smiling and saying, "The red sun sets in the west, but it will rise again. Now that it has been decided, any further trouble will only lead to more killing."

“There’s only a fine line between life and death.”

"All my life, I have been pursuing hope. Now that there is no light ahead, the bloody light left when I die is a ray of hope left for the world."

"ten thousand years is too long, fight for now!"

"But if I die, I'm afraid that many of you will be implicated. Wuying Palace's space has spread those words too clearly and too loudly."

Mao Xiang was silent.

He looked at Xia Zhibai with a complicated expression, and a touch of respect rose in his heart. This was the reason why he was reluctant to take action.

He received instructions from Zhu Biao.

But as a close minister trusted by His Majesty, I can only obey His Majesty's orders. When Xia Zhibai was brought here, I could actually take action.

But if Xia Zhibai really died, all of them who were waiting outside the palace would not survive. Given His Majesty's current temper and anger, he would not tolerate them knowing about these conversations.

They must die!

If Xia Zhibai is rescued by His Highness, he will still have a chance of survival. As long as Xia Zhibai is alive, he will always be the most suspected person.

And they will be relatively safer.

Mao Xiang also knew it.

I am not in this.

When he took over the Jinyiwei from His Majesty in the 15th year of Hongwu and gradually turned it into a secret agency and an agency in charge of the imperial prison, his life no longer belonged to his own.

He is not afraid of death.

But he had to consider the other members of the Jinyiwei.

If he died, many members of the Jinyiwei would be implicated and many would die. Many of the current Jinyiwei were brothers who had followed him through thick and thin.

He couldn't bear it.

He can die, but the Jinyiwei must live.

Mao Xiang tightened the knife in his hand and nodded in a low voice, saying, "You are right. You are not afraid, but I am."

"I'm afraid of death."

Xia Zhibai looked at Mao Xiang with a complicated expression, then looked at the other people who were far away, as if thinking about something.

Mao Xiang is a very insightful person!

It was still chilly in Yingtianfu in February.

Xia Zhibai didn't have to wait long before Zhu Biao arrived. He glanced at Mao Xiang and ordered, "Commander Mao, untie him."

"Your Majesty has ordered that Xia Zhibai's life be spared."

Mao Xiang's eyes moved slightly, a strange look flashed across his eyes, and he quickly opened the shackles on Xia Zhibai, then tactfully stepped aside.

No words were spoken.

Zhu Biao looked at the bloodstains seeping out of Xia Zhibai's sleeves and trouser legs, sighed softly, and said: "Mr. Xia, although I want to protect you."

"But the words you said in the palace just now were really too much. His Majesty is angry and is only willing to spare your death today."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao sighed again.

He continued, "Your Majesty is only willing to spare your life for one month now, and requires that if you can complete one of the 'miracles' mentioned in the test paper within this month, you will be forgiven."

"It can also meet any reasonable request."

"Although I want to help you, a month is still too short. I don't know how to help you. In the next few days, I will provide you with some travel expenses. Please escape as soon as possible."

"The farther you run, the better."

Zhu Biao looked sincere.

He believed that Xia Zhibai truly cared about the people and the world, but the current Ming Dynasty could not withstand all the turmoil.

My father doesn't want to either.

The only thing he could do was to help Xia Zhibai escape. If Xia Zhibai could really escape, he might be able to use him when he ascended the throne.

Practice loving the people and governing with benevolence.

Xia Zhibai listened quietly to Zhu Biao's words, but when he heard that any reasonable request could be met, his eyes raised slightly.

It fell on the word "Fengtian" not far away.

As for Zhu Biao's subsequent words that he had found another place for him to live in the city and would send him some travel expenses in the next few days, he ignored them.

This was the only sentence his brain remembered.

After Zhu Biao finished speaking, Xia Zhibai asked with a firm gaze, "Is what your Highness said serious?"

"If I can really achieve one of them, can I make your Majesty meet any of your requests?"

“Where is the range that is not excessive?”

Hear the words.

Zhu Biao was stunned.

He looked at Xia Zhibai suspiciously for a few times, and asked uncertainly: "Sir, what do you mean? Can you really complete one of the miracles?"

His face was full of disbelief.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe it, but he really has no reason to believe it. Whether it's grain yielding a thousand kilograms per mu, or an iron horse that can travel a thousand miles a day, or a fire dragon that can kill enemies thousands of miles away, these are not things that humans can do.

Even gods can't do it.

He knew that Xia Zhibai had strong beliefs and firmly believed in the wisdom and strength of the grassroots people, but His Majesty wanted something practical.

This is not something that can be accomplished by just shouting a few times and trusting the people. Moreover, these things themselves are already miraculous. If these miraculous objects really existed in the world, they would have been widely known long ago.

How could it always be covered in dust?
If it doesn't exist in the world, then it can only be created artificially, which is nothing more than a daydream. How can a mortal with mortal eyes create such a fairy-like thing?
Xia Zhibai smiled and said, "I believe in the power and wisdom of the people. It's just that your majesty promised to fulfill the requirements, and the general scope is what it is."

Zhu Biao looked at Xia Zhibai and felt a little disappointed. Perhaps he had really believed the wrong thing.

His expression became much colder, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

“No one has ever done that.”

"I have found a place for you to stay outside the city. When you leave the palace later, someone will take you there. You have been wandering around all day, so you should leave early, sir."

"In case your Majesty changes his mind again."

Hearing Zhu Biao's suddenly cold tone, Xia Zhibai vaguely guessed the reason and said, "Your Highness, have you ever heard of an idiom?"

"What idiom?"

"Everything depends on human efforts!" Xia Zhibai bowed to Zhu Biao and walked out of the palace. Now he had a bigger goal.

Zhu Biao frowned.

"I, Xia Zhibai, will prove to the world who is the winner between me and Emperor Hongwu."

"Whose world is this?"

　The plot is different from what you think. The protagonist wants a promise that can be fulfilled. He will definitely not follow Zhu Yuanzhang's steps. After the beginning, he will definitely not kneel again.

　　sweat.

　　Stop guessing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)