Zhao Ji actually felt that the current result was still acceptable. After all, as long as he could weaken the prime minister's power, it would be a victory.

You have to know that the prime minister has been in the court for nearly his entire life, and it is not so easy to bring him down in one go.

So Zhao Ji was also secretly planning some things.

"The situation in southern Xinjiang is still unclear. If it continues like this, should we consider moving the capital?"

Ever since the emperor made his last personal appearance and spoke his precious words, the ministers had basically discussed most matters in the court directly with Zhao Ji.

This time it was indeed a cliché, because the situation in southern Xinjiang, although not as severe and rapid as the loss of cities at the beginning.

But I am still anxious.

So these ministers are not weak, they just have a sense of making plans in advance.

Zhao Ji did not say anything, but just quietly looked at the minister who came out to talk about this matter.

If Zhao Ji remembered correctly, this minister should have been from the prime minister's faction before, but now the prime minister has disappeared, so these people from the prime minister's faction are not as arrogant as before.

"Do you think it would be better if we moved the capital now?" Zhao Ji looked at the minister with some ambiguity.

The stubborn minister thought for a moment and nodded solemnly to Zhao Ji: "I think it is better to wait until the enemy reaches the city gates before leaving. At least we can have some buffer time!"

Zhao Ji smiled, and suddenly pulled out a long sword from the hand of another guard in the court, and without saying a word, stabbed the sword into the minister's heart.

The minister stared at the arrow stuck in his chest in amazement, and then stared at Zhao Ji in amazement. Eventually, he lost consciousness, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground without breathing.

This was just like dropping some water into boiling water, and it exploded!

The other ministers looked at each other in panic, wondering why Zhao Ji suddenly killed the minister who came forward to give him advice.

Everyone was secretly wondering whether Zhao Ji's temperament had changed drastically, or whether he was killing innocent people indiscriminately.

They are also thinking about how to find a way to survive when it is their turn!

Zhao Ji observed everyone with different expressions at the moment, with a very faint smile on his face, still holding the bloody sword in his hand.

"My fellow officers, please don't panic. I am not the kind of person who kills innocent people. I am just exercising the power of the Imperial Sword given to me by the Emperor!"

Now the frightened ministers turned their eyes to the sword in Zhao Ji's hand, and sure enough, they saw the words "Shangfang Sword" engraved on the blade.

The Shangfang Sword can be used to kill tyrants and incompetent ministers. It can be said to be an extremely exaggerated existence.

However, everyone knew that Zhao Ji possessed the Imperial Sword, but no one expected that he would use it so suddenly in the court.

This suddenness made everyone's heart tremble.

However, there were some astute ministers who keenly grasped the meaning of Zhao Ji's painting.

Zhao Ji said that he was exercising the power of the Imperial Sword.

The Imperial Sword cannot kill anyone, and it is certainly not a weapon for killing innocent people.

Generally, only guilty people are killed with the imperial sword.

Zhao Ji gave the ministers enough time to buffer, and then he said slowly: "I just got some evidence yesterday. This minister seems to have colluded with people from Southern Xinjiang. Some letters with Southern Xinjiang were also found in his house."

"The most important thing is that this minister seems to be looking for the prime minister behind the court's back. There must be something fishy going on. You know, the prime minister is a key official in our dynasty. If he is looking for him, he should do it openly. Why is he doing it so secretly?"

"In addition to the evidence of treason found in this minister's home, today he is also talking nonsense here about moving the capital and affecting the morale of the Celestial Empire. Isn't this an attempt to shake the morale of the army?"

"At this stage, trying to shake the morale of the army is tantamount to trying to destroy the dynasty, isn't it?"

Zhao Ji's lips curled up slightly in a smile, and as he spoke this, he talked to everyone present.

Soon some smart ministers reacted quickly and knelt on the ground and echoed.

Some of the smarter ministers have already begun to curse the dead minister.

Zhao Ji said with a smile: "Since the emperor has given me this imperial sword, I will naturally not abuse my power, nor will I kill innocent people. But at the same time, I will naturally not let go of anyone who tries to fish in troubled waters. In such an extraordinary period, I have to use extraordinary means. I hope my colleagues can forgive me!"

After using this method of both soft and hard tactics, soon no one in the court was dissatisfied with Zhao Ji. Or it could be said that some ministers were not dissatisfied with Zhao Ji, but were afraid of the imperial sword in Zhao Ji's hand.

However, Zhao Ji wanted just such a result. After all, he was not like the prime minister, who had plenty of time to slowly infiltrate his power into the court.

At such a shaky moment, what Zhao Ji needs is iron-blooded means.

However, these threats alone are not enough.

The war situation in southern Xinjiang is now tense. If there is no good news, it is likely that not only the people in those cities will suffer, but panic will soon spread among the people in other places.

By the time the people start to rebel, it will be easier for people with ulterior motives to take advantage of them.

Zhao Ji seemed to be in control of the situation, but he was actually very anxious.

There were even times when Zhao Ji wanted to go to the battlefield himself to see what was going on.

But in the end, Zhao Ji still endured it.

"Wait one more day, if there is still no news..." Zhao Ji muttered to himself while looking at the moonlight.

A magpie in the distance flew steadily into the palace and landed on an inconspicuous tree. Soon, someone knocked the magpie down from the tree with a stone.

The bird hunter took a round tube from the magpie's leg and took out a yellowed piece of letter paper from it.

Then he stuffed the injured magpie into a cage nearby.

Zhao Ji looked at the letter in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In the imperial study, almost all the important figures who held real power and had a say in the court were called over.

These people gathered here, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Because this kind of situation where people were directly called to the imperial study without saying anything about the matter made these ministers vaguely think of the use of the Imperial Sword some time ago.