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Jia Jing frowned upon hearing this; he had been paying close attention to the reorganization of the Beijing garrison.

Ever since Prince Teng began scheming to cultivate relationships within the Rongguo Mansion, he had already instructed Zhuque to make preparations in advance, planting seeds and waiting for the opportune moment.

He had anticipated that the reorganization of the Beijing garrison would not go smoothly.

For Wang Ziteng, a civil official, without military merit or prestige, and without his own trusted troops, it was almost impossible for him to successfully reorganize the Beijing Garrison.

Even with Emperor Jingsheng's support and the Jia family's influence, reorganizing the Beijing garrison involved too many officers' personal interests and intricate networks of relationships.

Reform and rectification are things that can never be solved by just saying a few words or having dinner parties. They inevitably involve bloodshed and conflict in order to break through the obstruction of the old vested interest groups!

Therefore, Jia Jing planted the hidden trap in advance so that it could be used at this moment.

On the one hand, it was to teach Wang Ziteng a lesson, to let him know that it's not easy to accept favors from the Jia family.

On the other hand, it was also to be able to know in advance if trouble broke out in the Beijing garrison, so as to control the situation and prevent it from spreading too far and harming too many innocent civilians and soldiers.

Of course, if possible, it would be best to guide the soldiers of the Beijing garrison to vent their grievances in a suitable way.

Jia Jing thought for a moment, then asked instead of rushing to a decision:

"And the second thing?"

Zhuque's voice lowered even further as she whispered:

"Another matter is with the Ningguo Mansion. Jia Zhen, who is extremely audacious, recently used his son Jia Rong to try to lure Qin Shi out of the Rongguo Mansion and forcibly rape her."

"It is reported that Jia Rong went to Wang Xifeng's courtyard a few days ago, tearfully saying that he had repented and that he had already set up a small courtyard outside the mansion."

"From now on, he and his wife Qin will live their own little life outside the mansion and no longer pay attention to Jia Zhen." His words were so sincere that Qin almost believed him.

Fortunately, Wang Xifeng was quick-witted and knew that he had no courage to disobey Jia Zhen. She saw through his lie at a glance and scolded him severely, and Jia Rong finally told the truth.

"It turns out that this was all Jia Zhen's secret scheme to lure Qin out of the Rongguo Mansion, to force her into submission completely."

As Zhuque said this, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

This Jia Zhen is truly blinded by lust and greed. He clearly guessed that Qin Shi was hiding in the Rongguo Mansion, probably wanting to ask the Duke for help.

Yet, oblivious to the danger, he schemed and plotted, determined to take the plunge and risk everything.

What is it about that Qin woman that makes him so infatuated with her, disregarding his own status?

After listening, Jia Jing's gaze deepened, and he slowly said:

"Debauched and utterly shameless! Jia Zhen went to great lengths to obtain Qin Shi! Did you find any clues when I asked you to investigate Qin Shi's background last time?"

The reason Jia Jing was willing to secretly help Qin Keqing was firstly for the sake of the Jia family's reputation.

More importantly, considering the original story, he thought that Qin Keqing's background might not be so simple, and he didn't want the sordid affairs of the Ningguo Mansion to affect the stability of the Rongguo Mansion!

Upon hearing this, Zhuque's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"I have had my men investigate this matter many times. There are indeed many suspicious aspects to the Qin family's background, and it even seems to involve secrets of the royal palace."

"However, because so much time has passed and the clues have been deliberately cut off, we haven't been able to gather much useful information yet."

"The only thing that can be confirmed at present is that Jia Daishan, the Duke of Rongguo, and Jia Jing of the Jia family were not simple. It seems that the previous head of the Jia family was involved in some entanglements between Emperor Jianwen, the grandson of Emperor Taizu, and Emperor Chengzu."

"Now that the late Duke Rong and Jia Jing have both passed away, it will probably take a long time to investigate this matter thoroughly."

Upon hearing this, Jia Jing's expression hardened, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Unexpectedly, the Qin Keqing affair involved such a deep secret that it actually concerned the secrets of the Jianwen Emperor and the Chengzu Emperor's generation.

It seems that her judgment, "Don't say that all the unworthy come from Rong, but the real cause of trouble is Ning," was not unfounded.

Fortunately, I didn't take this matter lightly last time; otherwise, if Qin Keqing had died in Ningguo Mansion again, it might have caused unnecessary trouble.

Jia Jing pondered for a moment, then solemnly instructed:

"The investigation into Qin Keqing's case needs to be further deepened, with more personnel deployed, and any developments must be reported immediately."

"As for Jia Zhen, I originally planned to deal with him after returning to the capital, but since he is so eager to make trouble, I can't stop him."

At this point, Jia Jing paused, his voice turning colder, and said:

"The Jia family having three Dukes of the State is indeed a bit too many; the Ningguo Mansion has no need to exist anymore!"

"Since he's making a fortune in the Beijing garrison, let's take advantage of this incident with the Beijing garrison to deal with him and Wang Ziteng together!"

"Then I will give Xuanwu the order to act..." Zhuque understood the meaning behind Jia Jing's words and replied with a solemn expression.

"No! This matter is of great importance and involves too many people! You go back and handle it yourself!"

"If the Beijing garrison mutinies, you must promptly mobilize the Ba Shang camp to suppress it, and prevent the situation from deteriorating beyond control!"

Jia Jing thought for a moment and then said.

Military mutiny is never a trivial matter; he must be fully prepared.

"I will submit a memorial to His Majesty requesting that you be transferred back to the capital to take charge of the Balang Camp."

"Perfect timing! Didn't we capture the Marquis of Ji'an in the Left Wing of Qinghai last time? You can escort him back to the capital and execute him in a public manner, as a warning to others!" Jia Jing said.

Zhuque clasped his hands and said:

"Rest assured, Your Excellency! I will certainly handle this matter well!"

"Okay! Go and get ready!"

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Several days later.

It was June, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, where the grass grew tall and the birds sang.

The wind blew from the west, carrying sand and gravel from the Gobi Desert that stung people's faces.

At this moment, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, two armies stood silently, their warhorses neighing and their halberds clanging, both looking at each other with extremely solemn gazes.

Twenty thousand Han cavalrymen lined up in front of the mountain.

Black armor and dark banners, silent as mountains.

Jia Jing led five thousand cavalrymen to the front of the battle line, his red brocade robe with a hundred flowers fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, Ma Guocheng and You Shiyong each led 5,000 cavalry to the left and right, while Zhou Yingyuan led 5,000 cavalry in the rear.

The warhorses puffed out white steam, and the Han soldiers stood tall with piercing eyes.

Their faces showed no fear, no hesitation, only a long-suppressed excitement... because they had never been defeated while following Jia Jing.

On the opposite side of the Han army, 60,000 Hunxie troops were deployed along the mountain.

They occupied all the advantageous terrain on the southern slopes of the Tianshan Mountains.

Cavalry and infantry lined up in layers from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, their banners as dense as a forest, and their swords and spears gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

But the Hunxie army formation was unusually quiet at this moment.

There were no war drums, no bugles, and no shouting matches on the battlefield.

Sixty thousand people stood there, like a silent iron curtain.

Jia Jing squinted, gazing at the dark mass of people opposite him.