Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 71 What?! Establishing a Crown Prince?! I'm fucking useless! [Requesting monthly votes]

"Yunzhen dares to have an affair with a foreign official? And it's Zhang Biao, that arrogant and rebellious traitor?! What is he trying to do?!"

Just as Lady Lü's mind was racing, Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but let out a low growl.

Although he never took Zhu Yuntong seriously, nor did he ever consider Zhu Yuntong a threat, he still found it unbearable that Zhu Yuntong had contact with Zhang Biao, who had ruined his investiture ceremony.

Hearing her son's low growl, Lady Lü frowned slightly.
"What is my son doing? How can he be so impatient? How will he ever accomplish anything great in the future?!"

"But Mother Consort, Yunxuan..."

"What's wrong with him?"

Lady Lü coldly interrupted Zhu Yunwen before he could speak, and then said in a deep voice:
As the saying goes, "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease." Some people may be in the dust of the world, but their hearts may not be at peace.

"But isn't he afraid of being punished by the Emperor for colluding with foreign officials?" Zhu Yunwen asked, his voice filled with confusion and anger.

But then Lu Shi said calmly and indifferently:
"What can a grandson of the emperor who has lost the protection of his birth mother and been forgotten in a corner, and two princesses who are imprisoned in the deep palace and have no support? They are just clinging to a seemingly strong piece of driftwood, trying to catch their breath in this deep palace."

As she spoke, she slowly bent down and picked up the round fan that had fallen to the ground, as if gazing at a perfect tool:

“Zhang Biao’s blade is too sharp and too dangerous. When the Emperor wakes up, he will surely want to get rid of him as soon as possible. But his actions today have put him in the fire and made him the last hope in the eyes of some people.”

Zhu Yunwen seemed to understand something, his eyes lighting up, but then quickly turning sinister: "Mother Consort means to use Yunwen and the others?"

"It's not about taking advantage of them."

Although Lu's voice was gentle, it carried a coldness that suggested she controlled everything.
"It is to grant them their wish. To grant Yun Tong and her brother their pitiful hope, and to grant Zhang Biao's laughable compassion."

She gently set down the round fan, its jade handle tapping against the table with a crisp sound.
"First, let this news appear at just the moment the Emperor wakes up. We don't need to do it ourselves; we just need to let it happen to be heard by a loyal eunuch, so that it reaches the Emperor's ears directly."

"In his fury, how will the Emperor view Yunwen and her brother? Will he see them as naive and easily manipulated, or as harboring ulterior motives and secretly plotting against each other?"

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes:
"Especially regarding Yunwen, a grandson of the emperor with Chang family blood, how much will the emperor's suspicions grow? Will he take action against the Chang family?"

"For example, that arrogant Duke of Liang, Lan Yu."

Zhu Yunwen felt a chill run down his spine, yet he couldn't help but feel excited. His mother was going to use his grandfather to completely cripple Zhu Yunwen's greatest support.

"Second, wait and see how things unfold, and then add fuel to the fire."

Lady Lü regained her composed and dignified demeanor, and picked up her round fan again, waving it gently.
"When the Emperor awakens, his wrath will first be hurled at Zhang Biao. This will be followed by the execution of Zhang Biao and his cronies."

As she spoke, a cold expectation flashed in her eyes: "This is the perfect time for Yun-hu and her brother to fall ill from worry and fear, and to pass away from excessive longing for their deceased mother."

"By then, who would care about two pitiful bastards who had colluded with the traitor and happened to die of illness? All clues will be completely severed with Zhang Biao's demise, leaving nothing behind."

She looked at Zhu Yunwen and said, word by word:

"Wen'er, remember this."

"The real killing move is not how fast you swing your knife, but how you make your opponent walk into the line of fire and make everyone feel that it is their own fault."

"The hope of Yun-hu and her brother is the sharpest blade piercing their own hearts. Zhang Biao's 'radiance' is the karmic fire that burns away their last path to survival!"

Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pounding in his heart and the excitement that came with the impending elimination of a potential threat.

He looked out at the deep night, as if he could already see Zhu Yuntong and her brother withering away in despair, and Zhang Biao turning to ashes in the 'light'.

And he will step over the bones of these self-inflicted wounds to reach that supreme position.

the other side.

The official residences near Chengtian Gate were brightly lit.

Zhang Biao and the group of low-ranking officials in Beijing clinked glasses, with a bowl of glistening, trembling, and fragrant pig's head placed in the middle. They ate with great relish, as if this were truly their last meal before death.

"Imperial Censor Zhang?"

Sun Gui licked his greasy fingers, then carefully moved the now-cold chamber pot lamp out of his arms, afraid of getting it greasy.
"After we finish this meal, are we really going to the Ministry of Revenue to demand our unpaid wages tomorrow? Should we go home and change into some clean clothes?"

He felt that his official robes were a bit tacky and was afraid that his colleagues in the Ministry of Revenue would look down on him if he went there.

"Change my ass!" Zhang Biao finished the last piece of cartilage, threw it on the table, and let out a loud burp.

"We're already this poor, why do we care so much?! Don't you know what contrast is? The poorer we are, the less human they seem! Understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

The lower-ranking officials in Beijing nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Li Mo attempted to ease the tension by quoting classical texts: "Mencius said, 'One who would give up his life for righteousness is the one we should be today.'"

Before he could finish speaking, he was choked by the cheap liquor and coughed repeatedly, completely destroying any semblance of a tragic atmosphere.

Zhang Biao was too lazy to pay attention to these cowards. Feeling a bit of pressure in his bladder, he shakily stood up, patted his stomach, and said:
"You guys carry on, I'm going to relieve myself. When I come back, we'll discuss how to make a more creative and sure-fire way to die for someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shuffled around in his worn-out shoes to the stinking outhouse in the back alley. Too lazy to go in, he found a relatively pleasing corner and prepared to release the water.

Just as he pulled out his weapon, another person emerged from the shadows beside him, performing the same actions in the same spot, and began engaging in the same physical activity.

The two stood side by side, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent for a moment, with only the sound of rushing water.

Zhang Biao glanced sideways and chuckled, "Oh, Brother Shen? You're here to fertilize this corner of the wall too? How about a contest? Let's see who can topple this wall first?"

"Brother Biao, there's something I wanted to tell you, something I've been meaning to forget."

Shen Lang's eyes darted around, clearly preoccupied. Startled by Zhang Biao, he almost wet his shoes.

"What's going on? Could it be that Jiang Huan's men are watching us nearby?"

Zhang Biao didn't care at all and continued to let them win: "Let them come out and compete, and see who's bigger?"

"No, it's not Brother Biao."

Shen Lang looked around to make sure no one was there before lowering his voice and continuing:

"What I want to tell you is that, while we were demanding our wages today, two major events also occurred. One is that the Emperor has issued an edict ordering the princes to leave the capital within three days."

Without an imperial edict, no one may leave their fiefdom; without an imperial edict, no one may travel to or from their fiefdom in private; and without an imperial edict, no one may enter the capital.

Moreover, he sternly warned them, "Keep your filial duties in mind, get back home and behave yourselves."

Zhang Biao's hand trembled slightly as he released the water: "Wait, is Old Zhu in such a hurry? Could it be because of me?"

He had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

But then Shen Lang's voice trembled as he said:
"This isn't the most serious problem. The most serious problem is that we've ruined the Emperor's important matter of establishing a Crown Prince!"

"So what? As long as it's not that good-for-nothing Zhu Yunwen who gets promoted, I'll... huh?!"

Zhang Biao casually chimed in, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized what he had said.

My brain felt like it had been struck by lightning.

All the alcohol instantly turned into cold sweat that gushed out from my pores.

"What did you say!?"

"Brother Biao, you...you peed on my foot!"

Zhang Biao ignored it, feeling utterly useless.

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