Li Banghua sneered: "What crime are you impeaching him for?"

"It's against etiquette!" Zhang Boxing said directly.

"He happened to encounter the imperial envoy's fleet when he was training his navy. What crime has he committed?" Li Banghua showed a sinister expression.

"What about the gongs and drums?" Zhang Boxing was a little dissatisfied.

"The navy goes out to fight when they hear the drum, and retreats when they hear the gong. Is there any problem?"

"This..." Zhang Boxing found himself speechless.

He suddenly realized the horror of these officials in Nanjing.

The imperial fleet continued upstream and finally arrived outside Nanjing on the tenth day of August.

After getting off the ship and going ashore, Li Banghua looked at the towering city walls in the distance and sighed.

The last time I came to Nanjing was in the 12th year of Chongzhen.

He succeeded Fan Jingwen as the Minister of War in Nanjing and Assistant Minister of Military Affairs.

However, before he could show his skills, he had to return home to mourn his father who passed away.

It was already winter of the fifteenth year of Chongzhen when the mourning period ended.

Before he could be reinstated, he was transferred to Beijing to serve as the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate.

This stay lasted for three years.

Outside the city of Nanjing, the Crown Prince Zhu Cilang of the Ming Dynasty and officials from various departments in Nanjing lined up on both sides of the road to welcome the arrival of the imperial envoys.

Li Banghua was an imperial envoy sent by Chongzhen himself to conduct inspections on behalf of the emperor.

Officials were as respectful to him as they were to the emperor.

When Zhu Cilang saw Li Banghua disembarking from the boat, he walked towards Li Banghua and asked Huang Jin, the Nanjing Minister of Rites, who was beside him: "Minister Huang, do I need to kneel when I see the imperial envoy?"

Huang Jin lowered his head and sucked his teeth: "Hiss... Your Highness, I have never encountered a situation where the Crown Prince meets the Imperial Envoy. But according to etiquette, Your Highness should kowtow."

Zhu Cilang felt very uncomfortable.

He, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, actually had to kowtow to the prime minister of the cabinet. Although the other party had the status of an imperial envoy, he still felt a little guilty.

Just as he was struggling, Li Banghua and his group suddenly stopped.

A man dressed as a eunuch walked out of the team, trotted up to Zhu Cilang and said loudly: "Your Majesty has ordered that Li Banghua will tour the south on my behalf. The Crown Prince only needs to bow his hands and does not need to kowtow. I decree this."