East Palace, a small farmyard.
The ecstasy on Prince Yinzhao's face gradually subsided and turned into a cold calculation.
Although the power of regent is constrained, it is still a huge temptation and convenience.
He tapped his fingertips on the rough wooden table and glanced at Chen Xiong and Gu Dingming.
"Your Majesty's departure from the capital is the time for us to make our best efforts."
The prince lowered his voice, yet it carried an unquestionable determination. "Chen Xiong, I demand that you immediately mobilize all the forces you can to keep Zhao Muyun under surveillance for me!"
"We must keep an eye on the peddlers and hawkers around his mansion, the officials and servants who bring him gifts, and even... those in the Ministry of Rites who help with wedding preparations!"
"I must know his every move, who he's met, what he's said! Especially...is there anything unusual going on? Is he planning to take advantage of the wedding to do something?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and thinking of the fatal handle, his tone became even more sinister: "Send another team of absolute death warriors, disguised as mountain bandits, and lurk on the only way from the capital to Tianzi Mountain!"
"Especially in dangerous places! Do not move without my order!"
"Once...once you receive a signal, or detect any signs of Zhao Muyun leaving the capital, kill him without mercy! Make it look like an accident, like a robbery! Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Xiong knelt on one knee, his expression of acceptance as sharp as a steel knife. "Your Highness, don't worry. Zhao Muyun can't escape! But..."
He hesitated slightly: "In this case, the wedding..."
"Wedding?"
The prince sneered, full of sarcasm, "If he's dead, then the marriage wouldn't have to take place. If he's not dead... humph, wouldn't a groom who was attacked and seriously injured look even more pitiful?"
"What harm will it do to me? Prepare as usual! And make it even more grand and exciting! Let everyone in the world see how compassionate I, the Crown Prince Regent, am to my meritorious officials!"
Gu Dingming interjected at the right moment, shrewdly saying, "Your Highness is wise. Furthermore, I believe that the period of Regency is an opportune time to adjust the personnel of various ministries."
"We can use the pretext of inspections to gradually replace those stubborn individuals in key positions with trusted individuals, either by promoting them publicly or demoting them secretly, or by finding fault and removing them."
"In particular, key departments such as the defense of the capital, postal communications, and criminal investigations must be firmly under control."
"Approved!" The Crown Prince waved his hand. "Gu Qing and our people from the Ministry of Personnel and the Censorate will handle this secretly. We must do it safely and leave no trace!"
"I accept your order!"
Commands were issued from the small courtyard, turning into an invisible net that quietly covered every corner of the capital.
The power machine, under the name of the Crown Prince Regent, began to operate at high speed and secretly.
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Jinyang Palace.
The flickering candlelight cast the figure of Prince Jin Yinxi on the wall, making him appear even taller and deeper.
Crown Prince Yinji stood respectfully with his hands down, carefully reporting the latest developments in the capital: how the Crown Prince was acting as regent, how Zhao Muyun was preparing for her wedding, and... the East Palace seemed to be making unusually tense secret moves.
"Oh? The prince can't help it?"
The corners of the Jin prince's mouth were covered with a playful smile, as if he was watching a good show that had nothing to do with him. "It seems that Zhao Muyun really has something that can kill him. This fire is burning faster and more vigorously than I expected."
He walked to a huge map of the territory, his eyes swept across Shuozhou, Yinzhou, and Weizhou, and finally fell on the vast Beidi grassland.
"Ji'er, send a message to our people."
The Prince of Jin's voice was calm, yet it held undeniable power. "First, spread the word on the grasslands that Prince Loufan was jealous of talented people and could not tolerate the Murong tribe, which is why he forced Murong Hu to rebel, and now he wants to exterminate all of his people."
"The more tragic the better. We must make all the small tribes that rely on Loufan feel the pain of losing their teeth!"
"Second, let us, those who are lurking in the Zhelan tribe, quietly contact those leaders who are dissatisfied with the Zhelan King and tell them that Timur is now favored by the Chanyu, and has been granted the title of king and land, and is enjoying unlimited glory."
"King Zhelan has been deserted by his friends and relatives. Even his most trusted prime minister, Huyan Gu, has secretly defected to the new leader. The Zhelan tribe is on the decline."
"Third," the King of Jin's eyes suddenly sharpened, "let our people go to Shulechuan and find a way to cause trouble for Timur. Didn't he get the salt lake?"
"Didn't they say they could produce crude salt? Then let's make sure something goes wrong with their salt. Either it won't be produced for a long time, or the salt that is produced...will harm people or animals."
"And spread the news to the nobles in the Chanyu court who are desperate for salt."
Yinji's heart was filled with emotion when he heard this, but he was also a little shocked by his father's cunning methods.
Each of these three strategies directly targets the opponent's weak points and kills without bloodshed!
If Zhao Muyun knew that Prince Jin actually had such great power, he would definitely re-evaluate Prince Jin.
"Father, you are wise! If these three strategies succeed, the Northern Di will be plunged into even greater chaos, with no time to spare for the southern borders! Our Great Yin's northern borders will be safe!"
"Whether the Northern Frontier is safe or not is not important."
Prince Jin said calmly, "The important thing is to show His Majesty and the Crown Prince that even without Zhao Muyun, the Northern Frontier will remain stable and may even be more 'stable'."
"We must also let Zhao Muyun know that his ability to gain a firm foothold is inseparable from my support. As for whether the Northern Di live or die... Humph, a bunch of barbarians, it would be better if they were allowed to remain in chaos for a long time."
He turned around and patted his son on the shoulder. "Go get to work. Remember, our people only fan the flames and never take action themselves."
“Be like the wind on the grassland, omnipresent and yet leaving no trace.”
"Yes! I understand!"
Yinji took a deep breath and left quickly, feeling once again shocked by his father's unfathomable strategy.
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