Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 293 Hama is clever

"Young master...I..."

Xiao Zhao's speech lacked its usual wit and agility, and was filled with nervousness.

Murong Fu pressed him into a seat, then took out a pot of tea from his personal space, poured him a cup, and said:

"You don't want to?"

Xiao Zhaozeng suddenly stood up, his leg hitting the edge of the table, splashing a lot of tea.

Xiao Zhao hurriedly grabbed a rag to wipe the table.

Murong Fu watched Xiao Zhao busily working away. After she finished wiping the table and straightening it, she stood somewhat awkwardly in front of Murong Fu, as reserved as a child in front of a teacher.

Murong Fu said, "You don't like me, and you don't want to be by my side?"

Xiao Zhao quickly waved her hand and said, "It is my greatest blessing to be by your side, young master."

"Of course...of course I like you very much, young master. You treat me extremely well."

Murong Fu approached, took Xiao Zhao's hand, and said, "Then you should send a message to your mother."

I know she's hiding her identity because she's being hunted down by the Persian Ming Cult headquarters. But now that I'm here, what's there to fear from the Persian headquarters?

Xiao Zhao glanced at Murong Fu and nodded. She had witnessed Murong Fu's miraculous ability to move a ten-thousand-pound stone door without having cultivated the Great Shift of the Universe, and she had also seen him master the seventh level of the Great Shift of the Universe in just a short time.

They naturally had complete faith in Murong Fu's martial arts skills.

It was only because Persia was a place where many magical stories were told, and the Ming Cult originated in Persia, that Xiao Zhao felt a strange fear of the Persian Ming Cult because her mother had been hiding from the Ming Cult's pursuit since she was a child.

But now, when Murong Fu speaks, his powerful aura of confidence gives Xiao Zhao a certain degree of confidence.

A thought began to form in my mind: Perhaps... it really is feasible?

He then made up his mind, took out some letter paper from the room, tore it into strips, picked up a wolf-hair brush, and began to write a letter to his mother.

After writing the letter, he blew a peculiar whistle, which attracted a gray pigeon. He then hung the letter on the pigeon and released it.

As Murong Fu watched the released pigeons soar into the blue sky, his thoughts were:

It seems there was a beautiful foreign woman among the Holy Fire Bearers of the Ming Cult in Persia...

Xiao Zhao, who released the pigeons, seemed to have broken free from some kind of shackle, or perhaps she had let go of a burden in her heart.

Her sweet smile at Murong Fu seemed to freeze the wind and snow in that moment.

Two months later, a message arrived at Wudang Mountain by carrier pigeon. It was from Yang Xiao and others, who reported that the provinces of Sichuan, Yunnan, Huguang, Jiangxi, and Jiangzhe in the south of the Great Yuan Dynasty had all changed their names.

The Ming Cult's control over various regions began to gradually infiltrate. The regions that were conquered later still needed time to consolidate, but those that were conquered first were already firmly under its control.

Murong Fu nodded upon seeing this, while Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo were overjoyed.

Zhao Min said, "Husband, why do you look unhappy?"

"Of the ten provinces of the Great Yuan, the Ming Cult has already controlled six, and moreover, most of the prosperous regions. Their territory has surpassed that of the fallen Song Dynasty. Shouldn't we celebrate?"

Murong Fu, however, had long anticipated this outcome. After all, with the help of Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, and even the giant eagle and Zhang Sanfeng, it was inevitable that he would take control of these cities.

It's even inevitable that this tactic would allow them to conquer the entire Yuan Dynasty.

Moreover, he had won too many victories, conquering Liaodong and destroying the Mongols. This Yuan dynasty was merely a slightly larger ox for him.

If you nibble on it a little longer, you can still eat it easily.

Yanchun Pavilion in Yuan Dynasty Dadu (Beijing).

Emperor Yuan Shundi looked at the pile of intelligence before him, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

Although he was utterly incompetent, he was still an emperor after all, and he always had an innate aversion and anger towards betrayal and rebellion. Looking at the kneeling ministers before him, his chest heaved, clearly he was truly enraged.

Suddenly, a handsome middle-aged man stumbled towards the front of the hall, knelt down before Emperor Shun, and shouted:

"Your humble servant Hama greets Your Majesty. Please forgive my late arrival."

Upon seeing the loyal minister Hama, Emperor Shun felt much better and said weakly:

"Hama, do you know why I summoned you here?"

Hama replied, "Your Majesty, I do not know."

Emperor Shun waved his hand and said, "Show Hama the military intelligence report."

"Yes."

Then the chief eunuch approached Hama with a stack of messy intelligence reports. Hama, having been instructed, stood up and began to examine the reports.

At first, I couldn't believe it when I saw it, but the more I saw, the more shocked I became.

By the end, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. His entire back felt sticky, and his once smooth silk jacket was now stuck to his back, making him feel like he was being pricked by needles.

"The six southern provinces have been lost? The Prince of Ruyang... has rebelled?"

How could he... how could he have rebelled?

Although he had been intentionally or unintentionally spreading rumors about the Prince of Ruyang's disloyalty in front of the emperor.

However, this was on the premise that Prince Ruyang was loyal; he hoped that Emperor Shun would mistakenly believe that Prince Ruyang was disloyal.

But if the Prince of Ruyang really rebels, then Hama will be on tenterhooks.

Now, seeing the military reports and knowing that five provinces had fallen into the hands of the Prince of Ruyang and that evil cult, he was afraid. He was truly afraid.

He hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this military intelligence... it can't be fake, can it?"

Emperor Shun said irritably, "I also hope it's fake, but these are reports from all over six provinces. How could people thousands of miles apart collude like this?!"

The Ming Cult's operations were indeed secretive, but there are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

It's possible for one person to make a mistake in keeping a secret, but it's only a matter of time before a secret that requires a group of people to keep is announced to the world.

Looking at the reports from various places in his hand, Hama realized that this was absolutely true.

Emperor Shun asked, "Mama, what do you think I should do?"

Although Hama didn't understand military affairs, he did understand Emperor Shun, so he said:

"Your Majesty, I believe that the six southern provinces, especially the Henan-Jiangbei Province, are the fiefdom of the Prince of Ruyang."

I saw through his wolfish ambition long ago. Since he had long harbored the intention to rebel, he must have had complete control over the provinces in his fiefdom. The loss there was not due to any fault of war.

The Emperor must have realized that the Prince of Ruyang's previous report about the campaign against the Ming Cult was using his status as the Prince of Ruyang and the campaign against the rebels as a pretext.

This deceived officials and the military in the southern provinces.

Once we revealed his rebellious nature, he was like a rat dragged into the sun, showing his true colors.

The people's hearts are ultimately with our Great Yuan. When the soldiers riot and the people protest, the Yuan will naturally collapse on its own.

When the time comes, Your Majesty, you can offer a reward of ten thousand taels of gold for the heads of the Prince of Ruyang and the leader of the Ming Cult, and pardon the surrendered officials. Those rebellious ministers will naturally collapse on their own.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of my humble plan?"

After listening, Emperor Shun pondered for a moment, then squeezed his chubby cheeks and said:

"good."