Emperor Chongzhen was too extreme.

Chapter 41 Confiscating Property, Exterminating the Clan, and Executing by Slow Slicing (Please Read and Vote)
Boom——

Mao Wenlong felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning. He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that the boy who had just shocked him was nowhere to be seen.

Looking out the window of the room, I was surprised to find that it was already broad daylight.

The attendants outside seemed to have heard the commotion inside, and upon seeing Mao Wenlong sitting on the bed, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"General, you're finally back to normal. You scared us half to death last night."

Mao Wenlong regained his composure: "What happened yesterday?"

A look of embarrassment crossed the attendant's face: "Ahem... Commander, you seemed possessed and delirious last night."

"Ever since he came back, he kept saying that the Ming Dynasty was saved! The Ming Dynasty was saved! He didn't fall asleep until midnight."

yesterday!

Listen to what your subordinates say.

Mao Wenlong suddenly recalled the things he had asked yesterday and found that his memories were flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Those things... they're all true!

Mao Wenlong suddenly propped himself up in bed, only to find that his movements were much faster than in the previous two years.

Even the hidden injuries left by years of fighting are much better than they were two years ago.

Just as he remained silent, a shout suddenly came from the street outside the window: "Come quick! The Emperor has ordered the confiscation of the Marquis of Wuqing's property!!"

Marquis Wuqing?!

Upon hearing these three words, Mao Wenlong was taken aback.

He had heard rumors about the Marquis of Wuqing, a man who was arrogant, domineering, and colluded with officials, and had a bad reputation among the people.

However, Marquis Wuqing was a direct descendant of Empress Dowager Li during the Wanli era, a genuine member of the imperial family, which is why no one dared to touch him.

Such a person, suddenly ordered by the new emperor to have his home confiscated?!
He immediately ordered his attendants, "Put on plain clothes and go take a look!"

soon.

Mao Wenlong followed the surging crowd on the street to the front of the Marquis of Wuqing's mansion.

At this moment, the Wuqing Marquis's residence was surrounded by a large contingent of Imperial Guards, leaving only an open space in front of the gate for the common people to watch.

Beneath the large plaque of the Marquis's residence, a middle-aged man was embracing a memorial tablet, weeping and wailing.

"I'm innocent! As a member of the royal family, I've received the emperor's favor for generations. How could I possibly do anything corrupt or illegal! I want to see the emperor! I'm innocent!!"

The person weeping and wailing was none other than Li Guorui, the current Marquis of Wuqing.

He received the news that very night that the group of aliens had been captured.

Li Guorui was also terrified by the Emperor's recent brutality and bloodthirstiness.

But after waiting a whole day without any further news, Li Guorui began to feel a bit hopeful:
As a member of the imperial family, he was ultimately different from the officials and scoundrels killed by the emperor.

The Emperor is unlikely to punish me for such a trivial matter; at most, he will give me a warning afterward.

But he didn't expect that just one day later, the Embroidered Uniform Guard would surround his manor.

In his death throes, Li Guorui could only pick up his ancestral tablets and go outside to weep bitterly, clinging to a last shred of hope:
The Emperor should be somewhat concerned about the royal family's reputation because of this, right?

Faced with Li Guorui's wailing, the Imperial Guards did not stop him, but simply stood aside with their swords in hand.

As Mao Wenlong watched this scene from the crowd, unlike the people who kept cheering, he was also thinking quickly in his mind.

He had only heard about those events before, but what was happening before his eyes was something he had personally experienced.

"Yesterday, we hadn't heard a single word about this matter, but today, with just a word from His Majesty, the family of a noble marquis has been ordered to be confiscated."

"Those rumors were indeed true!"

As for whether the Marquis of Wuqing's wailing would affect the royal family's reputation, Mao Wenlong didn't even think about it.

Would a new emperor who has slaughtered the entire civil service so much that he can't even lift his head care about this?!
As a military officer.

Mao Wenlong's thinking on this matter is simpler: only those who survive have the right to consider reputation.

Just as Mao Wenlong was pondering.

Suddenly, a bystander in front of him spoke up to the person next to him: "That damned Li Guorui, the Emperor should have killed him long ago! Have you heard? He spends over a thousand taels of silver on a single meal! We couldn't earn that much money even if we farmed for ten lifetimes!"

Then another person said, "As long as someone breaks the law, the Emperor will kill even his own relatives without hesitation. It is truly a blessing for our Great Ming Dynasty to have such an Emperor!"

Immediately, voices of agreement arose from the surrounding crowd, and the cheers grew even louder.

For ordinary people, it had been many years since they had imagined that such a high-ranking official would have his home ransacked, let alone someone as corrupt and powerful as Li Guorui.

Not to mention that it is an undeniable fact that he condoned the bullying of men and women by the servants in his household.

Mao Wenlong glanced at the person who had just spoken.

With his experience, it was not difficult for him to see that these two people were most likely spies sent by the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Simultaneously.

Mao Wenlong also realized that this raid on his home was not as simple as it seemed.

as predicted.

Just as he was pondering, the sound of galloping hooves suddenly came from afar.

soon.

Dozens of cavalrymen surged from the street, and the onlookers spontaneously made way for them.

Mao Wenlong was pushed back by the crowd, but he could still make out the few menacing black-clad youths at the head of the group.

Mao Wenlong knew that these were His Majesty's personal guards.

The noisy crowd fell silent the moment the guards appeared.

When the cavalry arrived at the gate of the Marquis of Wuqing's residence, a young man in black jumped off his horse and shouted loudly, "His Majesty's decree!"

The crowd suddenly knelt down.

"Marquis Li Guorui of Wuqing colluded with foreign tribes to secretly engage in loan sharking and market chaos, causing countless families to be ruined and people to die. The evidence is conclusive and his crimes are unforgivable!"

"Therefore, his title of Marquis of Wuqing was confiscated, all his wealth and land were seized, and his entire clan was exterminated."

"Li Guorui himself and his accomplices and ringleaders will be executed by slow slicing three days later."

"All members of the foreign race, from top to bottom, shall be dragged to the execution ground and executed by slow slicing immediately!"

Say it.

Without pausing, the Shenwei Battalion guards turned around and dragged Li Guorui into the Marquis's residence. Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream came from inside.

Time is of the essence and the task is urgent; we must find out what his family's assets are before he is executed by slow slicing in three days.

The crowd watching outside the gate fell silent.

The words "confiscate property," "extermination of the clan," and "death by a thousand cuts" ignited the passion in their hearts.

these years.

Throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, it was common knowledge that hundreds of thousands of soldiers had died at the hands of the Jurchens on the battlefield.

If we also include the uncounted common people of the Ming Dynasty.

This number is far more than a million!
Even in the suburbs of Beijing, there are many refugees who fled from Liaodong.

And among those who died, how many were their relatives, children, or comrades?
National hatred and personal grievances are intertwined and piled up together.

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted like a ball of fire.

They had no choice before.

But now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, the Ming Dynasty is in dire need of rebuilding, which gives them hope and makes them stand taller.

From the crowd, someone shouted, "Long live the Emperor! May our Great Ming Dynasty prosper!!!"

Mao Wenlong watched helplessly as everyone shouted in unison in an instant—

Mao Wenlong, who is over fifty years old, watched this scene with his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

If the entire Ming Dynasty could act in this way, what would we have to fear from the mere Jurchens?!

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