"Over a thousand of my people in Jinzhou have been killed or injured by this epidemic. You all, traveling from Mobei to Shengjing, must pass through my land. I thought you would feel guilty seeing this!"

He suddenly attacked, and the Mobei envoy and Tore were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a nameless anger rose from the bottom of Torre's heart.

What is there to feel guilty about? Those untouchables, let them die. Besides, that was something that Boll made, what does it have to do with him?

As he got excited, his eyes started to turn red again.

[To expect such a person to feel guilty is like trying to sell cloth without scissors—nonsense.]

emperor:"……"

His original intention was not to make them feel guilty.

Just using this as a tool for follow-up.

It would be even better if we could irritate Torre and make him say something rude.

The Mobei envoy also noticed Tore's abnormality. He secretly thought that something was wrong and stepped forward. He lifted his robe and knelt in the center of the hall. He put his head on the back of his hands and said, "This action was indeed negligent on the part of Mobei. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Negligence, was it a neglect of the power of the epidemic, or a neglect of the fact that they could find the real Boll?

The emperor leaned back in his chair, looking condescending.

In just one sentence, the redness in Torre's eyes faded away, leaving only his slightly trembling legs, revealing his inner restlessness.

[To be honest, Torre is still better than his brother. It's a pity that the old man is biased and helps his eldest son to harm his youngest son.]

The emperor and Jiang Wenjing immediately pricked up their ears.

Let’s talk about it in detail.

Bol was suspicious, and the two brothers had always been at odds. Even though fratricide was commonplace in Mobei, Bol didn't want to be labeled a brother-killer, so he drugged Torre, giving him an unbearable headache.

The Khan only believed in strength. The fact that Torei was drugged by his brother only showed that he was incompetent. The Khan wouldn't even give a second thought to such a son. He even helped to cover up for Bol when Torei was about to find out.

[What a pity! If he hadn't been hit by this drug, Torre would have been much stronger than Bol.]

The emperor's eyes were deep, and the look he gave Torre was unfathomable.

The Mobei envoy knelt for a long time, but no one spoke, so he couldn't help but look up.

The emperor tilted his head to look at him, his eyes like hawk hooks, startling the Mobei envoy so much that his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm tired, let's go down first."

this……

The Mobei envoy wanted to say something but was stopped by Fuping, who waved his hand and pulled him out the door.

The moment the emperor spoke, Torre quickly stood up and walked out of the hall without looking back.

He was very upset.

The two figures disappeared, Jiang Wenjing stepped forward and very consciously reported his impression of Torre on the battlefield.

Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts are similar to his, both of them act rashly and are easily impulsive.

But correspondingly, the tactics he formulated were indeed good. If he had not acted impulsively, he might have been able to turn the tide of the battle on several occasions.

The emperor listened to his words, deep in thought.

Jiang Zhiyu's mind was not on this. She stared at Jiang Wenjing who was talking freely, and couldn't help but say in her heart:

[I don't know if Ji Tong is up to no good. Given the current situation, he'll definitely ask his second brother to find his younger brother for him, and then hurry up and pass on the information.]

Jiang Wenjing paused in his report.

When he went out this morning, Ji Tong did mention this to him in a tactful way, but he was busy meeting the delegation at the time and did not consider him.

Jiang Wenjing lowered his eyes and continued to report in a calm tone.

Who is Ji Tong?

The emperor looked at Jiang Wenjing with scrutiny.

Judging from Zhiyu's thoughts, Ji Tong doesn't seem like a good person.

Then why did Jiang Wenjing keep him by his side?

The emperor began to have suspicions, but he quickly suppressed them.

He believed in the young fish.

Although she called the emperor a dog every day and kept the regicide in her mind every day, she was still sitting there quietly.

What's more, since he heard her voice, he has been able to govern the court with twice the result with half the effort.

The emperor nodded affirmatively.

That’s right, Zhiyu and Wen Jing must have their own deep meaning behind doing this.

…

Inside the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhaorong stood in front of the study wall, his eyes hesitant. After a moment, he finally raised his hand and pressed the grid on the wall.

The wall flipped over, leaving a passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. Jiang Zhaorong walked slowly. Although everything in front of him was pitch black, he felt as if he was walking on flat ground.

As he walked to the front, a light suddenly appeared. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were cold and he stepped in.

There was an ice coffin in the middle of the room, with no one inside. Jiang Zhaorong leaned over, took out a package, and slowly opened it.

Inside the package were some children's toys, jewelry, etc. Jiang Zhaorong picked them up one by one and examined them carefully. Inside a jade bracelet, he vaguely saw a word "micro".

He stroked the jade bracelet with his fingers, his eyes dim, and after a long time, he sighed slowly.

I really didn't lie to him...

Jiang Zhaorong didn't know whether he was happy or angry at the moment. He put the things away and put the package into the ice coffin.

He glanced around the room, then turned and headed towards the exit.

No, this alone is not enough to prove her identity.

Jiang Zhaorong thought as he walked.

After all these years, if there really was something there, there should have been some clues. It didn't make sense that I hadn't found any clues until now.

Jiang Zhaorong closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of determination.

He must go to Jinzhou!

Jiang Zhaorong came out of the secret passage and just closed the door when he heard the sound of a branch breaking.

He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who?!"

The servants outside the door had already been sent away by him. Jiang Zhaorong frowned and walked to the door.

There was only the sound of the wind outside the door.

He was still confused, so he stepped out of the door and looked around. When he saw the white snow outside without any footprints, he felt a little relieved.

He walked back into the house, closed the door, and sat at the desk, but he couldn't see a single word.

There is no time to delay. Xu Youran has given up on him now. No matter what, his children still have his blood in their veins. If he tries hard, he can persuade them to come back.

But Song Shiwei...

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath.

I have to make a choice.

…

The next day at court, as soon as the emperor mentioned sending people to inspect the disaster relief efforts, Jiang Zhaorong took the lead and stepped forward. Under the surprised gazes of his colleagues, his voice was firm.

"I, your humble servant, have requested to provide disaster relief to Jinzhou."

When these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials in the court could not help but gasp.

Where is Jinzhou now? Even with Jiang Zhiyu's pills, they couldn't help but worry.

This is gambling with your own life.

There was confusion and doubt in the eyes of the ministers, while some were full of admiration.

The Prime Minister can actually go to such lengths for the people of Jinzhou!

Xu Yanli also frowned slightly.

Based on his understanding of Jiang Zhaorong, just for a good reputation, it wouldn't be enough for him to go to such lengths...