"yes!"
This chariot was made by Luo Jiu himself. He wanted to submit it to the Ministry of War for large-scale supervision, which naturally required the Emperor's approval.
The next drill slapped Qin Minglang's face to pieces once again.
The effects he spoke of, which he was extremely proud of, were multiplied many times over on this chariot.
Even if his so-called inspiration becomes reality, it still can't compare.
After it was over, Zhang Yishui was the first to give praise.
"What Qin Minglang said is merely a facade. The power of this chariot is far greater and more comprehensive than he described. Your Majesty, I propose that the entire production be supervised and the chariots be sent to various locations."
He Nian and others also echoed and began to speak.
A dark, unreadable light flashed in Mo Yunzhao's eyes, followed by a look of relief.
"Among all the talented people in the world, only my ninth brother can match him. I have granted the Ministry of War's request. As for Qin Minglang..."
He paused for a moment to think.
"Minister Zhang, this matter is entrusted to you to investigate thoroughly. You must find out the truth for me. Until then, General Qin need not go to the Ministry of War."
Qin Minglang collapsed to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained away.
Damn Mo Yunhan, damn Ghost Face, damn Jiang Qingwan!
It's over, everything is over.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Mo Yunzhao set off to return to the palace. Just before boarding the imperial carriage, he suddenly looked at Mo Yunhan.
"Xiao Jiu, what do you think of Wang Hao? Is he qualified to be the commander of the patrol battalion?"
The other courtiers were too far away to hear it.
Mo Yunhan's gaze remained unchanged, and his reply was unusually crisp.
"He has both loyalty and ability."
Since Mo Yunhan has already said all that, he should just give it to him on the spot, even if it's just a small position as a commander.
However, Mo Yunzhao simply grunted in response and boarded the imperial carriage without making any statement.
The carriage rumbled away.
Mo Yunhan stood still, his eyes as deep and dark as the sea at night.
He Nian, who was not far away, watched this scene with a cold and stern expression.
People nearby were whispering among themselves.
"Why didn't His Majesty appoint a chief general today? I think Deputy General Wang is quite disappointed."
"Enough with the discussion. The patrol battalion is crucial to the safety of the capital. It's a sword hanging over the Emperor's head. How can we just hand it over to them?"
"It's because Vice General Wang is one of the Ninth Prince's men, isn't it?"
Be careful what you say!
He Nian felt a tightness in his chest.
This return to Beijing will likely be even more fraught with difficulties than before.
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