Although it was night, the yamen where the eldest prince Zhao Hao was located was still brightly lit.
A large number of soldiers were patrolling around to prevent enemy invasion.
The eldest prince Zhao Hao naturally couldn't sleep. He needed to monitor the situation tonight at all times.
There cannot be any accidents, according to the information from the spies.
But there is only one answer, that is, the Zhang family is finished, although the only loss here is the main family.
But the other branches can't make any waves.
The Ming Cult also showed their strength to the world. This force suddenly appeared five years ago.
When this matter is over, its reputation among the people will not be lower than that of the three sects and five schools in the Central Plains.
"Who?" A great master who was protecting the eldest prince seemed to sense something.
The Supreme Grand Master is not a cheap person. Even when the eldest prince travels, he is only protected by a Grand Master.
These words made the eldest prince and the other guards around him nervous.
Yang Dingtian slowly walked out of the darkness. He did not hide intentionally, so he would not panic if he was discovered.
He raised his head and looked at the eldest prince in front of him.
The guards around him stopped in front of the eldest prince and wanted to call the surrounding soldiers, but the eldest prince raised his hand to stop him.
The eldest prince looked at the man's face, frowned, and suddenly asked, "The leader of the Ming Cult? Yang Dingtian?"
The imperial court's intelligence organization is much stronger than other forces, and basically has portraits of all the supreme masters who frequently appear.
The eldest prince remembered the identity of the person in front of him from these portraits.
"Your Excellency is very brave, leading your followers to attack the city.
How dare you show up here? Aren't you afraid that I'll capture you?"
When the eldest prince saw this person, he seemed a little angry, but in fact he was just testing him.
Yang Dingtian was a little amused. He looked down at the man in front of him and said coldly, "Want to talk?"
This person did not call the soldiers immediately, obviously because he did not want too many people to discover this meeting.
The eldest prince was silent for a moment and looked around, all of whom were his confidants.
He finally made up his mind. His staff had told him that now was the best opportunity to cooperate with the Ming Cult.
Because he did not go to rescue the Zhang family, he had offended the twelfth prince and the officials supported by the Zhang family.
Now, they, the Ming Cult, and the Yan family actually have only one goal, which is to overthrow the Zhang family and completely destroy it.
So the eldest prince nodded, asked his men to bring a chair to Yang Dingtian, and asked, "What instructions do you have?"
"Cooperation." Yang Dingtian said.
The two talked for a long time, but no one else knew what they were collaborating on.
However, after Yang Dingtian left, it was obvious that there was some joy in the eldest prince's eyes.
At this moment in Huainan City, no matter whether it was the refugees, the officials, the noble families, or the gangs, they basically had a sleepless night.
The people were holding thick white porridge in their hands.
"Drink slowly, drink slowly... There's plenty of it, don't choke." One person looked at his child.
But the child picked up the bowl, drank it in one gulp, and licked the edge of the bowl.
Although he was blaming me, he had a bright smile on his face. He took the empty bowl and went to get another one.
But he also looked up, and saw that the dark dawn had begun to fade away.
Above the sky, a golden arc emerged, and warm sunlight sprinkled on everyone.
The sky is bright.
Although their hometown was destroyed by floods at this moment, as long as they are alive, there is hope.
Live for the dead, live for the living.
The Yan family was no longer restricted and, under the call of the court, began to transport the next batch of reconstruction materials and food.
The flood in the entire Jianghuai area seems to have ended. Perhaps this is nothing in human history, and there will be a way out in the end.
But at this time, some people are happy and some are sad.
The eldest prince returned to the capital to report on his work, and the events that took place in Jianghuai also began to spread to the capital.
"Bang! Bang! Bang." The sound of countless porcelain pieces breaking kept coming from the twelfth prince's mansion.
At this moment, all the servants in the mansion did not dare to bring bad luck to the twelfth prince.
The twelfth prince's personality was actually quite gentle. At least on the surface, this fat man seemed harmless.
But at this moment, the twelfth prince suddenly overturned the table, even though it was full of his favorite foods and he didn't care at all.
His face was flushed red at this moment, like a mad wild boar, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gasping for breath.
"Come on, this is the plan you proposed. Tell me, why did it turn out like this? Is this what you called foolproof?"
The twelfth prince stared at a scholar beside him, grabbed his neck, and lifted him off the ground.
He said it viciously, as if he was going to eat him.
Although the twelfth prince is fat, his cultivation has reached the eighth level of acquired realm. With the support of internal energy, his body is much more flexible than imagined.
The man was strangled and couldn't speak. He kept waving his arms, but he couldn't move them at all.
After a while, he lost his breath.
The Twelfth Prince saw that the man was no longer breathing and threw him out, still feeling unsatisfied. "Take him out and feed him to the dogs."
His ten fingers dug deep into his fists, and he finally said these words through gritted teeth.
The other people around him didn't dare to step forward to persuade him, for fear that they would suffer the same situation.
They had never seen the twelfth prince so terrifying.
"Ming Cult, Yan Family... and you, Zhao Hao..." The twelfth prince must hate these three the most at this moment.
Among them, the Ming Cult and the Yan family were originally enemies, but the eldest prince watched the Zhang family being destroyed without sending a single soldier.
The twelfth prince naturally hated such an action.
"Since you are like this, I will not let you have an easy time either." Thinking of this, the twelfth prince wrote one letter after another, including one to his mother.
He also wrote letters to the officials whom the Zhang family had once funded.
He wanted to sue the eldest prince Zhao Hao for colluding with robbers and harming his relatives.
After writing the letter, the twelfth prince finally calmed down a lot.
At this moment, he was no longer thinking about the throne. The most important thing at the moment was to protect the Zhang family's other assets.
He cannot be swallowed up by other forces, but when the wall falls, everyone pushes it down, and his Zhang family is in a precarious situation, what can he do?
No matter how noble his status is, he is an outsider and his surname is not Zhang.
When the head of the Zhang family was alive, he was his uncle, and his mother was his sister, so they were naturally connected.
The current branches of the Zhang family are so distantly related that no one knows how far apart they are.
Naturally, he couldn't give orders, but if the Zhang family wanted to survive, they had to listen to him.
And I have to find a way out for them one by one, otherwise I will be alone, just like that crazy Old Ten.
"Prepare the carriage." Finally, among many candidates, he thought of one.
"Go to Sixth Brother Zhao Que's residence."
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