“That’s strange. My husband last wrote three months ago. Judging by the journey, he should have arrived in Xianyang City half a month ago. It’s almost early summer, so why hasn’t he returned yet?”
Man Yin paced back and forth in the study, her brows furrowed and her face filled with resentment.
"No, no, my husband said before he left that if he didn't arrive in Xianyang by the time spring turns to summer, we should open the second note? Could he be referring to now?"
She immediately recalled the incident.
She unfolded the previous letters and quickly realized that something was wrong.
She recognized Li Lin's handwriting.
However, the handwriting in this letter seems to have been written by two different people; the first handwriting is larger, while the second handwriting is slightly smaller, but this problem is not immediately apparent.
"Did my husband write this?"
She was puzzled. "Yes, my husband wrote all of this by himself, but why didn't he mention the note at all in the letter? Could it be... that the handwriting is so big and small, with the back smaller and the front larger... that he means there's someone backing him up?"
She immediately understood Li Lin's intention and hurriedly tore open the second note.
The text written on it.
This left her completely dumbfounded.
"My husband, my husband, why did you make me do this? Is it possible that, at this very moment, you are in an extremely dangerous situation, just as the note says?"
She murmured to herself.
He hurriedly dressed, tidied his appearance, opened the window, looked out the door, and said, "Someone, prepare the sedan chair, we're going to the Construction Company!"
"promise!"
The construction company is in charge.
Mo Zhiyuan, who had just finished supervising the work all night, had just lain down and hadn't even had a chance to sleep yet.
He was awakened by the visit of the Prime Minister's wife.
"Madam, what brings you here today? Didn't our teacher send a letter? He'll probably be back in the next few days."
"Mo Zhiyuan, I have a favor to ask you."
"ah?"
He took a few faltering steps and approached her. He took the note she handed him, opened it, and his wrinkled face contorted in shock, as if he had been quite frightened.
"Is this the teacher's idea? Or the teacher's wife's idea?"
"Can't you recognize this handwriting?"
"But... if we do this, what if His Majesty becomes enraged and my teacher's life is in danger?"
"There's no time to think about it anymore. According to the timeline, Prime Minister Li should have arrived in Xianyang a month or two ago, but we haven't heard from him since. Do you think that's normal?"
"Well... alright then, this old man will betray his master and ancestors this once!"
"Mo Zhiyuan, I'm entrusting everything to you!"
"You flatter me, Madam. My teacher has been kind to me like a second life. Although there is a significant age difference, we are already close friends despite the age gap!"
Mo Zhiyuan respectfully cupped his hands in greeting and saw her out of the construction company.
He then went back and summoned the guards around him.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"Quickly, go and invite Young Master Fusu here!"
"promise!"
One hour later.
Fusu strolled leisurely to the construction company.
His spirits weren't very good. These days, after working hard on state affairs, he realized that all the moral saints and good ways of governing the country that the Confucian scholars used to talk about in front of him were just rubbish.
When used to govern a country, it is basically useless.
No wonder so many rulers in the past did not adopt the Confucian approach to governing the country.
There's been too much empty talk.
Empty talk harms the country, while hard work builds it.
Confucianism does have the function of educating people, but it cannot be used as a governing tool for the country.
Li Xiang is right. Confucianism is the skin, Legalism is the bone, and only by being outwardly sage and inwardly kingly can we achieve long-term stability and peace.
"Why am I thinking of Prime Minister Li again? Sigh, that man is truly amazing!"
He shook his head, took a step, and entered the construction company.
We entered the main hall.
After Mo Zhiyuan and I took our seats as host and guest respectively, we were all seated.
Mo Zhiyuan looked somewhat flustered. As soon as Fusu entered, he shut out those around him and closed the doors and windows tightly, as if they were plotting something.
"Young master, I have been so eager to invite you here today because there is a matter of great importance concerning the well-being of the people and the nation that I wish to report to you!"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Prime Minister Li is plotting a rebellion!"
"What?"
Fusu was startled, his expression changing. "Mo Zhiyuan, don't talk nonsense. Although Prime Minister Li had a bad relationship with Fusu in the past and they disagree on politics now, what he is doing now is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. What evidence do you have that he is plotting a rebellion?"
"With Li Lin's letters serving as a guide in governance!"
"Oh? Bring it here quickly!"
He hurriedly pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket. The paper smelled faintly of meat, as if he had kept it close to his body for a long time.
Fusu took the letter and quickly scanned its contents carefully, word by word.
His eyes, which had been slightly tired, were now filled with sharpness.
When was gunpowder fully developed?
"Last autumn, about six and a half months ago..."
"Six and a half months ago?"
Fusu gasped, "Then why didn't you inform Father Emperor sooner? Why did you wait until now to say it?"
“Young master, you are unaware of the truth. Everyone in the Construction Bureau is Li Lin’s man. I am not talented, but I am Li Lin’s student. Moreover, he has been using His Majesty’s warlike nature as an excuse to deceive me, which is why I have been delayed time and time again.”
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