Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

"What?" Emperor Yuankang paused, turning around abruptly. "It concerns military equipment?"

His expression turned solemn in an instant.

"Minister of Works, listen to my order: Dispatch a capable person to oversee this matter. Funds shall be drawn directly from the Ministry of Revenue. There shall be no delay!"

Having said that, he tossed his dragon robe aside and strode away.

"what?"

Niu Jizong frowned, turned his head to look at Zhao Lu, and looked puzzled.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Jia Yi asked with a light laugh.

"Such a trivial matter... Normally, just handing over a folded document would suffice."

"Why did Zhao Lu need to speak up in front of the palace? He clearly has ulterior motives."

Jia Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

Ah, someone's about to stumble.

"We don't need to worry about it," he said with a lazy smile. "We can just watch the show."

But who could have imagined that this "show" would happen right on their own doorstep?

As soon as he returned home, Lai Da came up to him and whispered, "The old lady urgently summoned me, saying she has something important to discuss."

Jia Yi initially thought it was just some trivial matter, so he strolled over with a "let's see what's going on" attitude.

But as soon as I stepped inside, I heard Jia Zheng spouting off a string of flowery words—

"This is a golden opportunity! The superior has personally entrusted me with this task. As long as I repair this warehouse..."

"A promotion and advancement are just around the corner!"

His eyes shone brightly, and his face was flushed, as if he had already put on the official robes of a third-rank official.

Jia She sat motionless to the side, but a strange smile quietly crept onto his lips.

According to the original plan, the people he placed there clearly said that Jia Zheng would be put on the throne again when the canal was repaired next time.

The trap had already been set, ensuring his utter destruction!

Unexpectedly... this matter was brought to light ahead of schedule!

"This ten thousand taels of silver was well spent!!!" Jia She laughed wildly in his heart.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia was holding Jia Yi's hand and earnestly saying, "Yi-ge'er, your second uncle has an important mission this time, you must help him out! This..."

Before he could finish speaking—

"Mother! Save my brother!!!"

Madam Wang stumbled in, crying her heart out, her makeup ruined.

Someone just came to my house with news—Wang Ziteng has been stripped of his post and reduced to a commoner, completely demoted!

From a powerful official to a nobody worse off than a street vendor!

Upon hearing the word "mother," Grandmother Jia's heart sank.

She was most afraid of being called that by Madam Wang.

Every single time, it was never a good thing.

really--

"What happened?!" Her expression changed drastically, and her tone became impatient.

"Mother! My brother has been framed, and now... now he has nothing left!" Madam Wang knelt on the ground, wailing incessantly.

She had only one thought in her mind:

Baoyu's backer has collapsed! Who will protect him from now on?

"What?"

Grandmother Jia jumped up from her chair, trembling all over!

Who is Wang Ziteng? He was a pawn whom the Jia family had to bribe and spend a fortune to get him into such a high position!

Is it really going to be abolished just like that?

Wouldn't that be tantamount to utterly humiliating the Jia family?!

"How could my brother-in-law have been suddenly dismissed?"

"Why haven't I heard a single word about this in the palace?"

Jia Zheng was also dumbfounded, looking completely bewildered.

He was still floating in his dream when, in the blink of an eye, half the sky collapsed.

Inside the house, cries, angry shouts, and whispers intertwined, creating a complex cacophony.

Jia Yi stood outside the crowd, quietly observing everything.

Suddenly he grinned—

The real show is just beginning.

Sitting in the main seat, Jia She's eyes were full of contempt.

With Jia Zheng's meager connections? Ha! Anyone who doesn't suffer under him is only doing so out of respect for the Rongguo Mansion. Expecting him to extract any real information from the court? Don't dream about it. Jia Zheng, you must be so hungry you'd even consider a fart a delicacy!

"Sir, please save my brother!"

Madam Wang lunged forward, her ten fingers gripping Jia Zheng's sleeves tightly, her nails almost digging into the fabric.

"this……"

Jia Zheng was speechless, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Jia Yi.

Now, in the entire Rongguo Mansion, the only one with real power and whose word carries weight is this nephew who is called "the fool".

"Yi-ge'er, look..."

Grandmother Jia also spoke, her tone tinged with a mixture of probing and pleading.

Before the words could finish, they were abruptly cut off by a clear, cold voice:

"Dad, is dinner ready?"

I'm hungry.

Jia Yi raised his eyes and glanced indifferently at his cheap father.

"Almost there!"

Jia She jumped up in surprise and immediately put on a forced smile.

"Mother, I'll take Yi-ge'er to have dinner first. Military affairs are important and cannot be delayed."

He gave Grandmother Jia a helpless look that said, "Don't force me," and then pulled Jia Yi away.

Madam Wang opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly someone grabbed her arm.

It is Jia Zheng.

That stupid woman! The slap mark on her face hasn't even faded yet, and she dares to go and provoke that plague god again?

Others forget the pain once they're healed, but you haven't even recovered from the pain, yet you've already lost your memory?

Jia She and his son left Rongqing Hall with smiles, their backs as graceful as a gust of wind.

Behind her, Grandmother Jia sighed deeply, leaned on her cane, and slowly closed her eyes:

"Second brother's wife, it's not that I'm unwilling to help the Wang family... I'm just powerless to do so."

"Yi-ge'er is out of his mind. Our Rongguo Mansion is now in a predicament."

"It's all fate, just accept it."

Madam Wang's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched quietly.

She knew, of course, that those connections and resources were meant to be left to Baoyu in the future. But now—

She gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around like the pupils of a venomous snake flashing in the dark.

I refuse to accept this! I will never give up!

She frantically racked her brains: How could she get Jia Yi's military seal?

As long as she obtains the seal of the Marquis of Zhongyong, her brother will be saved!

After lunch, Jia Yi left Shenjing City and headed straight for the Zhongyong Camp.

The system was activated, and a thought stirred within me—

Ten thousand White-Spear Soldiers appeared out of thin air!

The armored figures stood tall and imposing, their spears gleaming like a forest, their footsteps thundering, their killing intent soaring to the heavens!

With his original 20,000 elite troops, he now commands an army of 30,000!

With just 20,000 new recruits, we can form a mighty army of 50,000!

"My lord!"

When Wu Sheng saw Jia Yi from afar, he immediately took off running over, his face beaming like a begging dog.

But when he saw the ten thousand white-spear soldiers, his steps suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank!

This army... has a disciplined military bearing, and its aura of killing power is palpable!

This is no ordinary army; it is clearly a fierce and powerful force capable of tearing apart battle formations!

Even more ruthless than the Mo Dao team!

But he dared not ask where he came from.

I don't want to know.

The more he knows, the faster he dies.

He only believed in one thing: cling to Jia Yi's coattails, and his career would be smooth sailing and he would rise to prominence!

"Yes." Jia Yi nodded, his expression solemn. "Once the Ministry of Revenue's provisions arrive, we will immediately recruit 20,000 new soldiers."

"The Loyal and Brave Camp needs to train its troops."

He paused, his gaze darkening slightly.

The way those two dukes in charge of the capital garrison looked at him during today's grand court assembly—

Those were wolf eyes that seemed to want to devour him alive!

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Wu Sheng's eyes shone brightly, his blood boiling!

Fifty thousand men! A full fifty thousand troops will be under his command!

What does it mean that the Marquis doesn't concern himself with trivial matters?