Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Meanwhile, Nie Lin returned to his post and, without even removing his armor, rushed into his study.

He wrote a letter and had it sent by fast horse to the capital, where it reached Grand Tutor Pei.

Grand Tutor Pei, with his white hair and beard, sat in his study. After reading the letter in his hand, he took out a letter sent by his grandson Pei Jingheng three days ago, along with a letter from His Highness the Crown Prince.

A glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

Everything quickly connected.

Their children weren't kidnapped by bandits at all; this was clearly a conspiracy by the Prince of Yong. He was eager to drag them all down with him!

If it weren't for the Crown Prince's quick wit and ability to see through his scheme, all of them would have fallen into Prince Yong's trap.

Grand Tutor Pei narrowed his eyes. Regardless of whether the Crown Prince would ascend the throne in the future, Prince Yong's character and temperament were absolutely not to be allowed to sit on that position.

Without further hesitation, Grand Tutor Pei picked up his pen and began writing a letter.

He wrote three letters in total, his handwriting vigorous and powerful, like iron hooks and silver lines.

The recipients of the letters were the old prince of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, Lu Jianghe, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, and Duan Tianming, the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture.

He wanted to warn them not to be taken advantage of and end up paying for it!

Soon, the three letters appeared in the three mansions.

Duan Tianming read the letter calmly, only instructing his wife and children to stay at home and not go anywhere.

Lu Jianghe's face turned ashen after reading the letter.

He told Madam Lu, "The marriage proposal for our cousin will be postponed for now!"

Madam Lu asked in confusion, "But sir, the matchmaker is from the Princess Consort's family..."

Lu Jianghe shouted, "I said postpone, so it's postponed! Did you hear me?!"

Mrs. Lu was startled and dared not say another word.

Both families remained relatively calm, but the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion was in an uproar.

Lord Meng, the Prince of Zhenbei, is sixty-seven years old this year. He has always had a fiery temper and was known for his quick temper when he fought alongside the late emperor.

Now that he's older, his temper hasn't mellowed; on the contrary, he's become even more unrestrained because of his seniority.

Upon receiving Pei Taifu's letter, he immediately grabbed the Duan inkstone from the table, smashed it on the ground with a bang, and roared.

"That bastard Yan Zongyang!"

"How dare he scheme against my grandson! He's got some nerve!"

"When I fought alongside the late emperor, he was still nursing in his mother's arms!"

"Now that you've grown wings, you're trying to scheme against me? Just you wait! I'll skin you alive!"

The heir of the Prince of Zhenbei, who is also Meng Tingke's father.

He was exasperated and helpless: "Dad, please keep your voice down. If this gets out..."

"So what if it gets out!" The old prince's eyes widened, his voice rising even louder than before. "I'm cursing a bastard in my own home, who dares to tell anyone? You want to try?"

The prince quickly shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he absolutely dared not.

Looking at the old man's face, which had turned a deep shade of liver with anger, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Father, something seems amiss here. It might not necessarily be the Prince of Yong..."

"Who else could it be but him!"

The old prince slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "Would that old man Pei write a letter to me for no reason?"

"That old fox wouldn't have let a single word slip by unless he was absolutely certain! The fact that he dared to write it means he's already investigated thoroughly!"

The prince was speechless.

Although the old man had a fiery temper, he was never confused.

If something makes him so certain, it's basically a done deal.

Thinking of his son's grievances, the crown prince also became angry.

"Then, Father, what do you think we should do about this?"

The old man squinted, stroked his beard, and asked, "You said before that Prince Yong had been submitting memorials requesting permission to lead an expedition?"

The prince nodded: "Yes, he's gone to several border posts. He says he wants to gain experience at the border and serve the court."

"But His Majesty did not agree. I guess he thought that Prince Yong had never served in the army before and was afraid that he would not know how to lead troops into battle and would miss the opportunity."

"Secondly, the Prince of Yong is His Majesty's own brother; perhaps he'll be injured in the crossfire!"

The old prince slowly sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers twice on the armrest.

"Oh," he said, his voice suddenly becoming calm, a calmness that sent a chill down the prince's spine. "Interesting."

"Take all our men to the morning court tomorrow. Doesn't he want to go to the battlefield? Let him go."

The prince was a little confused: "Father, what do you mean by this?"

"Hmph!" The old prince rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Doesn't he want to go to the front lines to win battles, accumulate military merits, and seize military power? Then I'll make sure he never returns!"

The prince was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly stepped forward and reached out to cover his father's mouth: "Father! Please stop! Such words..."

The old prince slapped his hand away, his disgust as if he were shooing away a fly.

The prince awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong with me just talking in my own home? Why are you covering my mouth? You've gone too far!" The old prince's beard twitched with anger. "Don't even mention you, even if your grandfather came back to life, he wouldn't dare cover my mouth!"

The crown prince was helpless.

The old man continued, "Just watch, it's not just me who thinks this way; the other families who were tricked must feel the same way."

There was one more thing he didn't intend to say to his foolish son.

It's likely that the Emperor shares this sentiment, but he needs someone to push him to make the decision, since the Emperor can't bear the infamy of slaughtering his own brothers.

And now, they are the ones who push things along...

Similar secret conversations were also taking place in the Marquis of Wenchang's residence and the General's residence.

Morning the next day.

Before dawn, the court offices outside the Meridian Gate were already packed with people. Ministers gathered in twos and threes, exchanging quiet greetings.

After the bells and drums sounded, the civil and military officials lined up, and the emperor ascended the throne, everyone realized that something seemed a little off about today's morning court session.

Today's topics are unusually focused.

In the past, during the morning court sessions, the ministers would chatter away, arguing about everything from border military affairs to taxation and floods, from autumn harvest grain prices to the allocation of newly appointed scholars. They could argue about one thing for half an hour.

But today, someone started the conversation, and the topic was drawn together by an invisible thread, all revolving around the matter of Prince Yong requesting permission to lead an expedition.

"Your Majesty," Lu Jianghe, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, stepped forward first, holding his tablet and bowing. His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

"His Highness Prince Yong is commendable for his loyalty and bravery, and has requested permission to lead an expedition for over a month. Now that the border war is critical, it is precisely the time when manpower is needed."

"I believe that since Your Highness has the heart to serve the country, the court should follow the trend and fulfill your ambition."

As soon as he finished speaking, a minister stepped forward and said, "I second that proposal."

"His Highness Prince Yong is the Emperor's younger brother. If he can achieve meritorious service on the battlefield, it will not only boost our military prestige, but also serve as a role model for the imperial family."

"To let the people of the world see that even members of the royal family have the ambition to serve the country."

Another minister stepped forward and said, "I also agree."

"Your Highness Prince Yong is skilled in both literature and military affairs. If you can gain experience on the battlefield, you will surely become a pillar of the nation and share His Majesty's burdens."

"I second that opinion."

"I second that opinion."

"I believe this is a move that benefits the country and its people, and I beseech Your Majesty to grant it..."