After saying this, he took down the sword hanging on the wall and left the private tent.

Wei Caitao watched his departing figure, clad in black armor, as if he were about to blend into the vast night. When did he stop being able to control this son?

Perhaps, when he was six years old, he was sent to learn a trade under his father's neglect, and he could no longer control him. When he thought of his son when he was six, his heart ached. It seemed that since the age of six, he had never spoken properly to his son.

A descendant of a scholarly family, yet he went to learn a trade. Ha, he is Wei Caitao's son. What difference is there between him and those lower-class people?

As the tent flap fell, he could no longer see Wei Tingsi's figure. He wanted to chase after him, but when he lifted the tent flap, he was stopped. The expressionless soldiers, who did not take him seriously at all, shouted mockingly, "Lord Wei, the general asks you to rest in the tent."

His gaze passed over the spear held before him; in the distance, Wei Tingsi had already mounted his horse, with a mighty iron cavalry behind him, who had once served under the Marquis of Ningguo, but were now all under his command.

These iron cavalry are no longer comparable to those under the command of Marquis Ningguo. Their numbers have doubled, and they are truly iron-willed and indomitable!

Wei Tingsi glanced back at him, said nothing, spurred his horse, and rode away.

He stared blankly as the densely packed iron cavalry marched past, their horses kicking up clouds of dust. He coughed twice, inhaling the dust, and quickly covered his mouth. "It's over, it's over." His son was about to destroy a family that had been passed down for thousands of years, becoming a lackey of the royal family. It was all over, all over, his own son!

The tightly closed city gates slowly opened, and Wei Tingsi sat high on his horse. The clatter of hooves suddenly brought the quiet street to a clamor, and every household, upon hearing the sound of hooves, hurriedly got up and lit their lamps.

They dared not go out to look, and could only hide their heads in the window, looking out at the long street through the crack. When they saw the mighty soldiers, their swords and spears, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and the candles in their hands fell to the ground and went out with a clatter.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky, "Ah! People are dead!" In the deep alley, countless corpses lay in pools of blood. Wei Tingsi ordered his deputy to investigate. When the deputy arrived at the alley, he found that all the corpses were covered in wounds, indicating that they had been through a fierce battle.

Following that scream, similar cries of terror echoed from many other places. Wei Tingsi sent people to check them one by one, and found that all the corpses were covered in wounds, indicating that they had all been through fierce battles.

The 300,000 iron cavalry arrived at Prince Yong's residence in no time. When they arrived, Emperor Mingde, escorted by the Imperial Guards, was already at Prince Yong's residence, where he was angrily cursing the assassins.

"In this peaceful world, under the clear sky, how dare these assassins be so rampant? Do they even respect me? Do they even respect the laws of the land? Where is the Jingzhao Prefecture?" He was furious, yet he spoke with righteous indignation.

Hu Lin, the Prefect of Jingzhao, forced himself to kneel before him and said, “Your Majesty, I am here. Please rest assured, I will do my utmost to capture this thief and will not let a single one of him escape!”

Emperor Mingde snorted coldly, "If it weren't for the capable soldiers of the capital, my younger brother and niece would probably only be corpses by now. What have you done, Prefect of the Capital? I entrusted the safety of the capital to you, and this is how you repay me? This is how you protect my people?!"

He got so excited that he spit out words without a care, which damaged his image, but at that moment he was radiating the glory of a good emperor.

He truly loves his people like his own children.

Hu Lin hurriedly kowtowed and begged for forgiveness, "I beg Your Majesty to allow me to make amends for my past mistakes and bring the assassin to justice."

"Hmph, stop talking. While you're protecting the safety of the capital, I'm afraid that one day you won't even know if I'm assassinated on my dragon bed by a traitor. Where is Ji Dongxue?" The sudden change of topic left everyone confused as to why he suddenly asked about Ji Dongxue.

Emperor Mingde received the news, and his ministers naturally knew that something had happened at Prince Yong's residence. An assassin had broken into the residence to kill him. Prince Yong was no ordinary prince; now, a large number of famous scholars and Confucianists were endorsing him. He was a wise prince.

When the wise king was assassinated, it was no small matter, and ministers came one after another to the scene.

Ji Dongxue arrived just in time to be called upon by Emperor Mingde. He immediately sensed something was wrong, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to obey. He knelt down in front of Emperor Mingde, throwing off his official robes, and said, "Your Majesty, I am here."

"I ask you, is Hu Lin the Prefect of Jingzhao whom you requested to be transferred to?" he asked coldly.

Ji Dongxue cursed inwardly, "What a tyrant!" But he still had to answer truthfully, "Your Majesty, it was my colleagues and I who discussed it and unanimously agreed that Lord Hu was capable of this task, so we requested Your Majesty's approval."

"Don't try to shift the blame onto me. I appointed you as Minister of Personnel, not so that I would make all the decisions for you. You recommended the wrong person. What is your punishment?" Emperor Mingde said, seemingly so angry that he was about to faint. Liang Yunsi quickly helped him catch his breath.

Liang Yunsi added insult to injury, saying while trying to calm himself down, "Lord Hu, please admit your mistake. His Majesty is a wise ruler and would never punish you for making a mistake. His Majesty values ​​you highly, which is why he spoke so sternly. Look how angry you have made His Majesty."

Ji Dongxue almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Qiu Chengshi and Yan Shiren arrived. Upon seeing Emperor Mingde so angry that he could hardly breathe, they immediately came over and rebuked Ji Dongxue, "Lord Ji, as a subject, you do not know how to share the burdens of your lord, but instead make the emperor worry about you. Do you not know shame? I am ashamed of the very teacher who recommended you!"

What nonsense! The Emperor is worried about me? Bah!

Furthermore, what's the point of involving the recommending mentor? Li Dongxue was also furious, his heart pounding, wanting to argue with Qiu Tangshi, this treacherous minister, but Ji Dongxue ignored him.

Ji Dongxue looked at Emperor Mingde with concern, as if he were worried about his own father. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Your Majesty, as the Minister of Personnel, you recommended Hu Lin, who only knows how to study, as the Prefect of Jingzhao. This is an act of poor judgment in appointing people. I doubt whether you are capable of serving as the Minister of Personnel!"

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