The night passed in the blink of an eye, and as the first rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, the people of the city began their new day.
The streets and alleys were bustling with activity. Vendors shouted out their wares, and children played and frolicked, creating a lively and prosperous scene.
At the gate of the Imperial Guard's residence, Bao Yuan and the others waited anxiously for the wicked husband, like ants on a hot pan, preparing to go to court with him.
The study door creaked open, and the wicked husband strode out. His handsome face bore a trace of weariness, and the bright, warm sunlight shone down on him like golden arrows, making it hard for him to open his eyes.
"I'm really destined to be a workaholic!"
"Qingfu didn't get to enjoy himself; instead, he's busier than Zheng-ge'er..."
The wicked man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat bitter smile.
"General, let's hurry up and set off, or we'll be late!" Zhang Erhe, who had been waiting at the door of the study, rushed to greet him, his tone slightly anxious.
Since he started following his wicked husband, this was the first time he had seen his husband not yet set off for court so late. Usually, he would have already entered the palace by this time.
Let's go!
The wicked man stretched and strode toward the gate of the mansion.
"We pay our respects to the General!"
Upon hearing footsteps, everyone quickly bowed and greeted them.
"Haha, did you all get a good rest last night?!" The wicked man smiled broadly when he saw the group.
Bao Yuan laughed loudly, "You've rested well, Commander-in-Chief, you didn't sleep all night?"
The wicked man nodded slightly, gesturing for everyone to mount their horses, and said, "After planning and scheming all night, how could we have time to sleep?"
"General, you've worked hard. Please take good care of yourself!"
Now that he is in a high position, he is still working so hard, which makes the surrendered generals, including the wicked man, feel a deep respect for him.
Now, they only feel that joining the Qin state offers a promising future, and they have more faith in whether the promises made by the wicked husband can be fulfilled.
"It's alright. If this plan succeeds, it will be worth it." A determined glint flashed in the wicked man's eyes.
According to his plan, once this Western Regions distribution market is established, the Qin state will surely enter a period of rapid development.
The group mounted their horses and slowly made their way along the street. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, adding warmth to their early morning outing.
"General, could you reveal a little about the plan you devised last night?" Bao Yuan asked curiously.
The wicked man smiled slightly, gazing intently ahead: "You will all know when we arrive at court. For now, we only need to focus on attending court."
With the rhythm of their horses' hooves, they gradually approached the palace. The palace walls stood tall and resplendent in gold, displaying the majesty of the Qin state.
There were no officials in sight at the palace gate, only a group of imperial guards standing in formation. When they saw the wicked man arrive, they quickly bowed and greeted him, "Greetings, Commandant of the Guards!"
"No need!"
The wicked man waved his hand and asked, "Have all the officials entered the palace?"
The guard replied, "Yes, Your Excellency, the morning court session has already begun!"
The wicked man nodded, calmly dismounted, and led the group into the palace, heading towards Zhangtai Palace.
Inside Zhangtai Palace.
"Report to the King!"
The Imperial Censor Feng Jie stepped forward with a fierce expression, "I impeach the Commandant of the Guards for abusing his power and being arrogant, and for actually missing the morning court session!"
"I am impeaching Yang Duanhe. He was the one who requested Your Majesty to take command of Wei, but now he has abandoned everything and fled back to Xianyang. This is a grave crime!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Duanhe trembled instantly. He thought he had gotten away with it, but he never expected that he would still be targeted by that old bastard Feng Jie.
"Uh, it's wrong for Yang Duanhe to come back. He should be fined three months' salary!"
Ying Zheng glanced at Yang Duanhe, who was cowering like a quail, and then changed the subject: "However... the Commandant of the Guards has been traveling a lot and drank too much last night, so it's normal that he got up late!"
Okay, okay.
Feng Jie's eyes widened in horror. Is it really true that no one can touch your beloved concubine?
"Hey, let me see who's snitching on me!"
Just then, a loud voice came from the palace gate.
Everyone instinctively turned around and saw that the newcomers were none other than the Evil Husband and the Violent Kite, who immediately revealed gloating smiles.
"Feng Jie... what's wrong?"
The wicked man strode up to Feng Jie and whispered, "We're all good brothers, why are you talking behind my back?"
To everyone's surprise, Feng Jie sneered, "I don't have a good brother like you. You made promises of a bright future, only to have them all benefit Meng Can halfway through?"
Tsk tsk....
The wicked man instantly understood; it turned out the old man was enjoying himself. This was indeed his fault. He had promised Feng Jie a grand scheme, only to dump it all on Meng Can halfway through.
After a while, Feng Jie understood. He realized that he was just a frontline soldier, so naturally he was unhappy.
"What a pity, I, as his brother, feel guilty about this and plan to make up for it elsewhere!" The scoundrel revealed a hint of sarcasm, paused, and then said, "Since they don't acknowledge me as their brother, then so be it..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jie immediately showed interest and chuckled, "Good brothers, let's not beat around the bush. What kind of good job is it?"
To his surprise, the wicked man didn't even glance at him, but instead cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I am late. I hope you will forgive me. Last night, I was inspired and came up with a grand plan to strengthen Qin. I pondered this all night, which is why I woke up late!"
"Someone come here!"
"Take Feng Jie away and give him ten strokes of the cane to teach him a lesson. How can an imperial censor frame a loyal official?!"
Without saying a word, Ying Zheng let out a loud shout, which startled all the civil and military officials in the court.
Feng Jie's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Ying Zheng.
What's going on?
As the Imperial Censor, he was the one impeaching the wicked husband, so why did Ying Zheng punish himself?
Ying Zheng coughed lightly, "The Commandant of the Guards has worked hard for the country, how can he suffer such injustice? These ten lashes are not unjust!"
"Your Majesty, wait!"
The wicked man's eyes darted around, and he grinned wickedly, saying, "Let me finish my strategy presentation first!"
Seeing that they were getting down to business, Ying Zheng put away his playful mood and said, "Tell me quickly!"
The wicked man cleared his throat and began to speak eloquently. "In my opinion, with the fall of the states of Han and Wei, the territory and population of our Qin state have greatly increased, and its productivity has increased dramatically."
"This increase in productivity means that commodity output will also surge. Judging from the current trade routes, it is indeed difficult to meet the needs of future trade, resulting in a large number of unsold goods."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng fell into deep thought, and after a moment asked, "Then, in your opinion, how should this problem be solved?"
The wicked man confidently replied, "I intend to establish a large distribution market in the Western Regions to meet the growing demand for commodity circulation."
"This market can not only promote trade, but also further consolidate the economic position of our Qin state, promote the prestige of our Qin state, and serve as a transit point, allowing our caravans to travel further."
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