Zila, zila... ding bang, ding bang...

Li Chengcheng and Fan Xiaohui looked at the emperor who was concentrating on his carpentry work, and looked at each other again with silent smiles.

The object gradually took shape, and the two could see it was a small car. It had two small seats, side by side, with the backrests folded down to allow for reclining, and a horizontal board in front, like a small table...

Needless to say, the emperor was making toys for the two little princesses. Well, Li Chengcheng and Fan Xiaohui could only classify it as a toy, a very novel toy. At that time, there was no concept of baby carriages.

"Your Majesty, wipe your sweat." Following Li Chengcheng's eye signal, Fan Xiaohui took the opportunity when the emperor was taking a break to think and stepped forward to wipe the sweat from Zhu Youxiao's forehead with a towel.

"Your Majesty, take a break and drink some water." Li Chengcheng picked up the teacup and handed it over.

Zhu Youxiao nodded, sat down on the chair next to him, drank tea and looked at the two-seater baby carriage that was almost completed.

The two little babies are growing well after drinking breast milk. They are no longer the ugly babies that made their mother cry when they were just born. They are now plump, white and tender.

Although he often visited the two little girls, Yu'er became so smelly that Zhu Youxiao didn't dare to stay with her for long. The Chinese tradition of postpartum confinement for cats, no bathing, no exposure to wind, and so on, really left Zhu Youxiao speechless.

Never mind, the Chinese physique might require a period of confinement after childbirth. Zhu Youxiao threw away the idea that foreign women could have their babies without any delays and bowed to the traditional forces.

This double-seater stroller was a gift for the baby's first month. In the royal family, gold, silver, and treasures were nothing; only items made by the emperor himself were truly precious.

Wouldn't two little ones fighting each other when sitting together? Zhu Youxiao suddenly felt the need to build two more single-seat strollers. Besides, would the design I designed count as an invention patent, enough to support a group of folk carpenters?

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, Zhu Youxiao noticed that Wang Tigan paused at the door. He probably had something important to report, and then he shook hands with Wang Tigan, interrupting the emperor's idle interest.

"Come in!" Zhu Youxiao put down his teacup and decided to leave the rest of the carpentry work to real carpenters. They may not be creative, but their craftsmanship is top-notch. Besides, a baby carriage is not a high-tech thing.

Wang Tigan came in with a flattering smile and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, Jinyiwei Commander Luo Sigong has come to the palace to report and is waiting in the Qianqing Palace!"

Zhu Youxiao thought about it and felt that it should be arranged by Wu Changchun, the son-in-law of the traitor Li, so Luo Sigong came to ask for instructions.

"Return to the palace." Zhu Youxiao stood up without delay. Carpentry was just a hobby; military and national affairs were his real business.

When he reached the door, the emperor stopped again, turned around, pointed at the baby carriage, and said, "Have the craftsmen carve it again and send it to the palace for me to see."

Wang Tigan quickly accepted the order and sent someone to call the craftsmen over.

Zhu Youxiao, accompanied by two maids, walked out of the carpentry room, turned around the corridor, returned to the Qianqing Palace, and summoned Luo Sigong to the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, this is Wu Changchun's surrender statement." After Luo Sigong bowed, he had the document in his hand presented to the emperor by a palace servant.

The surrender statement was to be published in a newspaper, a fake newspaper meant for the Jiannu. This was the first step in the scheme to trap Li Yongfang, and there were more tricks to come.

Zhu Youxiao took it and read it carefully, pursing his lips slightly with a half-smile on his face.

The statement not only expressed Wu Changchun's regret after his sudden awakening, but also scolded his father-in-law Li Yongfang for being a traitor and that he would surely be infamous for eternity.

If it is to advise Li Yongfang to see the situation clearly and abandon the dark and join the light, then it is vulgar. Doesn't it prove Li Yongfang's loyalty to the Later Jin? Otherwise, why would he abandon the dark and join the light?

Such condemnation was, on the surface, an affirmation of Li Yongfang's identity as a traitor and a direct confirmation of Li Yongfang's loyalty to the Later Jin.

But don't forget, this is confirmation and proof from the enemy. If you think about it more deeply, the Ming court's actions are somewhat like an attempt to cover up the truth.

The old slave was very suspicious. Whether it was indirect evidence or an attempt to cover up something, Li Yongfang's son-in-law's surrender and the capture of his eldest son in Fuzhou would deal a heavy blow to Li Yongfang.

It would be best if Nurhaci killed Li Yongfang with a single blow, to see who would still dare to be a traitor.

Zhu Youxiao was furious. He put down the surrender statement in his hand and said to Luo Sigong, "Very good. Then print this statement in the newspaper and send it to the Jiannu to read!"

"Yes, I obey your command." Luo Sigong bowed and said, "The Jinyiwei have received urgent news from southern Liaoning: Fuzhou has been liberated, and Li Yongfang's eldest son, Li Yangeng, has been captured alive. Your Majesty, please decide how to deal with him."

Zhu Youxiao thought for a moment, smiled mischievously, and said, "Let's escort him to the capital first. Let Li Yangeng see what the capital has to offer. Then, when he's fat and plump, we'll send him back to Li Yongfang."

Luo Sigong grinned and bowed to accept the order. He naturally knew the deep meaning of the emperor's move.

He was sent to the capital but not killed, perhaps the emperor wanted to show off to see Li Yangeng. He was kept plump and white, so that people could not see the suffering, and then sent back to Liaodong across the sea. Even a fool would suspect some conspiracy.

Li Yongfang, Li Yongfang, it's your good fortune that the emperor has personally pitted you. By then, even if you killed your son with your own hands, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to gain the trust of the Jiannu.

"Release the captured Zhenyi and have them take a letter to Huang Taiji." Emperor Zhu Youxiao's evil intentions were not over yet, and he glared at Huang Taiji, whose eyes were brimming with black. "The letter should say that this old slave is dying and that he should take care of himself. The Ming Dynasty still supports him in taking over the post of Commander of Jianzhou Guard."

After a pause, Zhu Youxiao emphasized: "You must send letters to Huang Taiji frequently. You will be idle anyway."

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