"Why should I go? I have nothing to do with you..." Fu Tong'er said this, and seeing Jiu Ye Jiu Ye's angry eyes, she even raised her tone and said with obvious deterrence, "Hmm——?"

The busy talk changed,

"Is Cuiying going?"

When Fu Tong'er was in front of Jiu Ye and he doted on her, she would be arrogant and would want to overthrow Jiu Ye. But if he was cruel to her, she would curl up like a kitten.

Jiu Ye was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Go."

"You take her with you? Jiu Ye is so awesome! Okay!" Fu Tong'er snatched the whip from Jiu Ye's hand and strode towards the front yard.

General Youyi immediately clasped his fists and said, "I will go and look after her."

"It's up to the general to know the limits."

"yes!"

Before leaving, Jiu Ye glanced at the house where Fu Tong'er lived and said, "Have someone move my things here later."

Deputy General Xiao replied: "It's Master Jiu."

"Will you go, nephew? Since you are here under your father's orders to monitor the king, you will go with him."

King Hui said, "Yes, Uncle Nine, I will go."

Jiu Ye returned to the main hall, and Lieutenant General Xiao followed closely behind him. He took out his court robes and started to help Jiu Ye change his clothes.

The ancient temple of the Eye of Hell, the Imperial Ancestral Temple, was only a few miles away from the headquarters. After seven days of waiting, the salt smugglers from various regions invited from Pingxi Province were already waiting by the large screen wall of the ancient temple.

Although these people usually lived in separate areas and had their own nests, they kept in touch with each other and looked after each other. Therefore, they were not strangers, and were even very familiar with each other.

They knew perfectly well that no banquet hosted by the Regent Prince Chun would be good. But they hadn't expected him to choose such a venue. Everyone had their own agenda, whispering in groups of three or four, speculating that it was about the 1.2 million taels of lost government silver for disaster relief.

They must be asked to donate silver. However, everyone knew that the Regent Prince had brought troops into the city, and he was probably going to use the case of the official silver overturning the ship to completely overthrow Shangyang County, or even Pingxi, the capital of a large province with ten cities and counties.

Pang Wenguang, the prefect of the Mint in Pingxi Province, and Chen Tiande, the Salt Commissioner, were both senior officials. Wei Shichang, a minor clerk under Chen Tiande, had been stripped of his official uniform by Zhou Shijie, the governor of Shangyang County, for repeatedly impeaching the Marquis of Dingnan in memorials to the regent, Prince Chun, and was still imprisoned.

Zhou Shijie, the new government official in Shangyang County, was not afraid of the regent Prince Chun from the capital because he was an official appointed by the Marquis of Dingnan himself. He drank tea calmly by himself, but he didn't expect that his good days would be over like fireworks.

Pang Wenguang and Chen Tiande, two old officials, knew that the Regent Prince Chun was not someone to be trifled with. He was cold and ruthless, and could be dismissed from office on the spot. He was the real ruler of the imperial power in Dayan.

Emperor Jing is nothing but a puppet who eats pills.

What do you mean by "the son inherits the father's property"? Isn't there also "the younger brother inherits the elder brother's property"?

Who knows who will take the throne.

The two of them were quietly drinking tea and pondering under the mat in the arbour, hoping that the Regent Prince Chun would help them control those salt dogs.

The salt smugglers knew that Prince Chun, the rarely seen regent who held the lifeblood of Great Yan, was a man of deep character, steady and ruthless in his actions. They had also heard of his heroic feats on the battlefield, slaughtering countless cities and striking fear into the hearts of the seven kingdoms. Ever since they learned of his upcoming southern tour, they had been on tenterhooks.

They were the money bags of some princes and royal highnesses in the imperial court. Although they were worried, they were not so nervous because they knew that their masters in the capital had already informed them in advance and told them not to be afraid and just grit their teeth and not pay.

However, they didn't expect that the Regent they were waiting for, the Ninth Prince, went to the prison and brought out a man, preparing an appetizer before the banquet, killing a chicken to warn a certain duke!

At this moment, I am coming here...