The old man was retired and at home, and it was only through Han Shuang's intervention that they were able to invite him over.

Upon seeing Mo Lan, he bowed slightly and continued to stand guard at the door, his cloudy eyes slightly narrowed as he watched the passersby.

As soon as Mo Lan entered the inner courtyard, Song Jian came out to greet her.

"Boss, what brings you here?"

"Come and see, how are you guys doing? Are you all adjusting well?"

After talking with Qin Su, Mo Lan thought it over again and again, and still sent people over just in case.

"Don't worry, boss, no one has experienced any problems adjusting to the new environment."

Song Jian looked at Mo Lan and patted his chest to assure her that although he didn't know the boss's specific arrangements, ensuring stability in the rear was his responsibility, and he would definitely not let her down at crucial moments.

"You've done a great job. Have you noticed anything unusual while you've been out and about these past few days?"

"Boss, nothing unusual, but I've heard quite a few rumors about the Qin family."

As Song Jian spoke, he glanced at Mo Lan's expression, and seeing that she didn't object, he continued reciting.

"Most of the stories are about Prince Qin being poisoned, good and bad, all sorts of things are said..."

Listening to Song Jian's account, Mo Lan nodded. Now was the time for both sides to wage a psychological battle.

Sometimes, public opinion should not be underestimated.

If guided properly, it can be a great help.

"You've done a great job. Don't worry about the rest. Just keep an eye on things, treat yourself as an observer, and try to learn from your experience."

"Yes, boss."

In the days that followed, Mo Lan continued to wander the streets and alleys of Liangjing, eating and drinking, watching the turmoil unfold within the city.

Mo Lan had just woken up when she received news that the eldest prince had been imprisoned.

The charges are murdering the crown prince, ingratitude, and heartlessness!

At the same time, memorials condemning the emperor's actions from all over the country arrived at the imperial court.

A thick stack of documents was placed on the dragon's desk, making King Ji's face darken.

Because all the memorials conveyed the same message: condemning the eldest prince for being disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust.

Disloyalty, disregard for the laws of the court, harming officials, and tarnishing the reputation of the court.

He is unfilial and disregards the kindness of the Princess in raising him.

They are unrighteous and disregard brotherly affection, lacking in benevolence and virtue.

With a series of charges brought against him, the eldest prince will never be able to recover in his lifetime.

Everyone knows that these memorials, ostensibly condemning the eldest prince, are actually accusing the court of disregarding the bond between ruler and subject and of discarding the useful tool after it has served its purpose.

When the memorial was presented, the Censorate knelt down and remonstrated, stating directly that the eldest prince had harmed loyal officials, causing discord between the emperor and his ministers, and creating chaos and disorder.

If this continues, it will inevitably lead to chaos in the country.

Looking at the sea of ​​ministers below, the King of Ji could not hide the anger on his face.

He wouldn't mind sacrificing a son, but he couldn't bear to be oppressed like that.

The ruler who acted like this was filled with resentment.

In the end, only by putting his son in jail could he temporarily quell public opinion.

However, not long after, unrest began to break out in various places, and several neighboring countries frequently tested the waters, causing great suffering to the local people.

The local prefect submitted memorials one after another, requesting the imperial court to send troops to suppress the rebellion, otherwise the border would be in grave danger.

King Ji held the memorial in his hand, his veins bulging. He also wanted to send troops to suppress the rebellion, but he had no one at his disposal.

Looking at the ministers standing in the court, they all looked like ostriches, wishing they could hide their heads in their necks.

They're usually so noisy and loud, but now that a formidable enemy is at hand, they've all fallen silent.

Ji Guojun glanced around, suppressing the urge to smash things, and looked at Qin Gong, who was sitting to the side like a meditating monk.

Now, he is the only one who can lead the elite troops into battle.

"Lord Qin, what are your thoughts on the border affairs?"