After entering Kaifeng, the order was given to the cavalry to gallop towards Tokyo at breakneck speed.
Everyone was stunned along the way.
Along the way, it attracted countless eyes.
Some felt as if they were in a dream, while others were moved to tears.
When the city guards of Tokyo saw that it was a messenger, they did not stop him. When they heard "the edict of His Majesty the Holy Emperor," the guards were dumbfounded.
The cavalryman, his face flushed, charged into the capital city of Tokyo, shouting on the Imperial Street, "Edict of His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor!"
At this moment, the Imperial City Guard in Tokyo was heavily guarded, and several prohibition orders had been issued. People were still marching in the streets, but the city seemed much more desolate than before.
The cavalryman's voice was particularly pleasing to the ear.
The imperial guards and the common people all turned their attention to this, their faces showing surprise.
Even the owner of the liquor store on the street rushed out in a panic.
"His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor's edict has arrived!" Someone was so excited that he ran into Chunfeng Tower and shouted.
Tang Ruixin, a junior official in the Ministry of Commerce, who was sitting in Chunfeng Tower drinking alone, suddenly jumped up and looked towards the door.
The speaker was none other than the manager of Chunfeng Tower. He was so excited that tears streamed down his face as he shouted, "The imperial edict of His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor has arrived! His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor has returned!"
After more than half a year of turmoil and unrest, no one doesn't long for the peace of the past.
Last year, when people heard that Emperor Shengwu had died in battle in the Western Regions, the entire city of Tokyo was plunged into an unprecedented grief.
What followed was a period of turmoil.
The turmoil was only just beginning. The Liao king's rebel army swept through the city like a whirlwind, and refugees poured into the bustling capital, Tokyo, one after another.
The large granaries built in Hedong and Hebei were abandoned by the rebels.
Half of the Central Plains was groaning and weeping blood.
Some even expressed a tragic concern: the Liao King's rebellion was just like the An Lushan Rebellion!
The new order established over fourteen years of the Jingkang era faced collapse during this rebellion.
The voices of liberals and business supremacists emerging within the empire were noisy and chaotic.
The deaths of railway workers, the bankruptcy of small businesses, the loss of fertile land by farmers, and the tripling of Tokyo's housing prices!
Everything felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on us.
Liberals shouted: Everything is a failure of those in power. Give the people freedom, give commerce freedom, and the court should privatize all mines, railways, canals, and even fertile land.
The debate continues from the common people to the imperial court.
The Ministry of Commerce and Industry was at the center of this turmoil, as the Song Dynasty was transforming from an agricultural nation into a commercial one.
The imperial court's fourth five-year plan has been drafted.
But Yu Yunwen stepped down, the Prince of Kang ascended the throne, the Crown Prince was about to ascend the throne, and the Prince of Liao and his 100,000-strong army were already close to the Yellow River.
Tang Rui felt deep pain; he had been living like this for more than half a year.
He was no longer the handsome young man he once was; his eyes were swollen, and he was barely holding on with his large belly.
The King of Kang had just promoted him to Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Commerce and Resources.
He didn't have anything to be happy about.
Even today, at this very moment.
He put down his wine glass and chopsticks, slowly stood up, then rushed out and staggered downstairs in a hurry.
He pushed everyone away from him, like a child.
As he rushed out the door, he saw that red tassel rush past him.
"Imperial Edict from His Majesty the Holy Martial Emperor!"
He Liming hurriedly ran into the former Grand Tutor's residence.
"Lord Yu, Lord Yu!"
Yu Yunwen was drinking tea, writing, and reading in his study when he heard He Liming's voice and put down his pen.
He Liming practically stormed into his study.
Yu Yunwen had never seen He Liming so out of control.
"Commander He, what's wrong?"
"The imperial edict of the Holy Martial Emperor has arrived in the capital!"
Yu Yunwen was slightly taken aback, then slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Really?"
"Absolutely true! I just received an urgent letter from Luoyang. Fifty thousand Imperial Guards arrived in Chang'an a few days ago, and Sun Bangyuan has already been executed by His Majesty!"
Yu Yunwen forced himself to remain calm, but he still paced back and forth in the room: "Quickly send a notice to Hebei and Hedong!"
"yes!"
After saying this, Yu Yunwen fell silent and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had already been dismissed from his post, so what right did he have to issue such an order?
He Liming answered as usual, and then said, "Prime Minister Yu, the news has already spread throughout Tokyo, and soon it will spread throughout the capital region, eastern Beijing, Hebei, and Hedong."
At this moment, the imperial court was in turmoil, with strong winds and high waves.
When Zhao Gou, who had just taken over the Council of State, heard the news, his heart sank.
Han Chenchen burst into tears of joy; a year felt like a hundred.
In the following days, the Imperial Guards advanced eastward with unstoppable momentum.
Just three days later, Zhao Huan entered Luoyang.
The people outside Luoyang cheered on both sides.
The news flew like a homing pigeon with wings over the Song Dynasty.
They fly to the homes of princes and nobles, and land among the fields.
When news of the emperor's return reached Hebei and Hedong, it stirred up a great uproar.
Five days later, Zhao Huan, clad in armor, set off from Luoyang and arrived in Zhengzhou. In Zhengzhou, he summoned Tang Ke, the military commissioner of the Hetao region, who had just crossed the Yellow River.
Tang Ke looked noticeably haggard and thinner, with graying temples.
When he saw the emperor, he burst into tears: "Your Majesty, I failed to stop the Prince of Liao, and I deserve to die!"
Zhao Huan helped him up: "Tang Qing, there's no need to blame yourself. We are a loyal subject and ruler, and the future of the Song Dynasty still depends on us working together."
Tang Ke cried uncontrollably.
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