Emperor Jingcheng was quiet for a moment, then said to him, "The Regent Prince... was also your teacher. He is ill now. If you take some time to visit him, I'm sure he will be very happy."

He is the emperor, and every word he says will be reverberated in people's hearts and intestines a hundred times. People should carefully think about what he means.

Ying Jing decided to raise his head consciously, and inadvertently met Emperor Jingcheng's eyes from a distance.

He quickly lowered his head: "Your Highness obeys your order."

A slight doubt welled up in his heart. It seemed that his father really just wanted him to go and see Lian Shenwei... and had no other intentions.

Come to think of it, the emperor has always been partial to him and indulged him to the extreme, so it is not surprising that he sent him, the prince, to take a look.

As for Lian Shenwei, would he be happy?

Ying Jingjue doesn't think he has such great ability.

Everyone left the court with their own thoughts.

On the way, Marquis Zhongyi talked to Ying Jingjue. He walked with a limp, but he was in a hurry and didn't ask for help. He said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I went to Wei's house too late last night."

Ying Jingjue shook his head: "He wants to get rid of Lord Wei. Even if you come tonight, there will be other accidents that will kill people in the Wei Mansion."

Marquis Zhongyi sighed: "Fortunately, the Regent does not have much military power. Otherwise..."

"When Ning Feng returns, your Highness' situation will be much better no matter what."

Ying Jingjue smiled bitterly: "I believe you know everything about the Shunchang Earl's Mansion. Whether Ning Feng will forgive me or not depends on him."

The Marquis of Zhongyi nodded: "Of course. But the Shunchang Earl's Mansion..."

He was not familiar with Luan Qingan, but he was his son's uncle after all, so it was not his turn to say whether he forgave him or not.

The Marquis of Loyalty paused and said, "Your Highness has known my son for many years. He will surely understand your difficulties."

Ying Jingjue shook his head: "What I don't understand now is why the Regent Prince must kill Lord Wei."

The two of them didn't actually have much in common. Although they had political disagreements, if you think about it carefully, Lian Shenwei had no reason to kill Wei Li.

The Loyal Marquis stroked his beard and said, "Have you ever thought that the Nan'an fraud case might be related to the Regent Prince, so he pushed Wei Li as a scapegoat?"

"Your Highness, do you know that in every dynasty, when the corruption cases were investigated to the end, the amount of bribes found was always small? But this time, no matter how much torture and interrogation, the place where the Nan'an academician said he hid the bribes did not contain even a single copper coin."

Ying Jingjue: "You mean the Regent took the money?"

"Now that the Wei Mansion has been burned to ashes, isn't it up to the Regent alone to decide what's inside?" The old marquis expressed his guess.

He meant that Lian Shenwei was the mastermind behind the Nan'an fraud case, or had a close relationship with the case. Lian Shenwei took the bribe money, turned around and splashed dirty water on Wei Li's head, and set fire to the Wei Mansion, burning it to ashes.

"Silver money is much more useful than your Highness imagines. Three years ago, in the battle on the frontier that caused me to lose a leg, the frontier sent twelve military reports to the court, but was unable to obtain any dry food, cotton clothes, or medicine."

The Great Sheng Dynasty was unlike the founding period. After several generations of emperors, the country was already filled with filth and deep-seated diseases.

The old marquis squinted his eyes and recalled.

"In the snowy winter, the soldiers ate snow and boiled grass roots to fill their stomachs. When they were almost unable to hold on...someone sent a large amount of supplies to the border in the name of the people of the world."

Most of the supplies in that batch were homemade pancakes, large steamed buns with a lot of filling. They were frozen hard all the way but they were still good.

There was also rice and noodles, medicinal herbs, dried meat for cooking soup, thick and sturdy cotton-padded clothes, and even a lot of old clothes collected from hundreds of families and washed old mattresses.

It's like they're afraid they won't have enough. It's really outrageous.

It was obvious that someone had gone to great lengths to send everything they could. Not to mention how much money it would cost to support the soldiers on the frontier, the money spent on transporting the supplies alone was something some people could not afford in their lifetime.

Along with the huge convoy of supplies came an anonymous letter, written in a natural and unrestrained style, with words that were full of chivalrous spirit.

The national treasury was empty and life was difficult. The officials in the court argued endlessly about border issues and no conclusion could be reached.

It was this batch of supplies that helped them survive the most difficult period and wait until the late delivery of food from the imperial court.

In fact, during the waiting period, it would be a lie for the border soldiers to say that they had no complaints. But when they saw the supplies that were pieced together and sent in the name of the people, many of them touched the cotton-padded clothes and food and their eyes became red on the spot.

Although he didn't say much, he was really shocked by the ferocity with which he killed the enemy.

Morale is at an all-time high.

Because they know that their protection is meaningful and the people they protect are also caring about them.

The old marquis was very grateful to the anonymous person who sent the supplies.

Even though some of these supplies were donated by the people, the vast majority of the food must have been bought by that person with his own money. Many of the food bags were printed with the mark of Jinling Granary, so it seemed that the person was a man of outstanding character from Jinling.

Unfortunately, when he wanted to thank her in person afterwards, he couldn't find any clues.

Coming back to his senses from the distant memory, looking at the young Prince Chu frowning in deep thought, the old marquis gave him a few more instructions.

"This old minister is just guessing. Since Your Highness has taken over this matter, you must handle it properly. This old minister has a disability and will not be out often in the future. Your Highness, please be careful."

Ying Jingjue: "I understand. Ning Feng will soon return to the capital. According to the time calculation, he will arrive in ten days. I will have a good talk with him at the welcoming banquet then."

Watching the old marquis leave, Ying Jingjue was still thinking about what he had just said.

For some reason, he didn't agree with the old marquis's speculation that Lian Shenwei had taken the dirty money.

He had been to the Regent Palace many times. How could the decoration and furnishings there be luxurious at all? Moreover, after spending all these years together, he did not think that Lian Shenwei was a person who coveted money.

Ying Jingjue went back to the East Palace, picked up some supplements, and then went to the Regent's Palace.

Foquan Temple.

The melodious sound of the bell startled the birds in the mountains.

The young monk twirled his prayer beads and hurriedly entered a room.

An old man in his sixties or seventies, dressed in plain clothes, sat cross-legged on a cushion, his lips moving as he muttered scriptures. His eyelids drooped, but when he closed his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"What is it?"

The monk said Amitabha: "Master Mo, your letter."

The monk placed the letter on the table and left silently.

Another person suddenly appeared from somewhere in the room, checked the letter again and again, and after confirming that it was safe, he handed it to the old man: "Grandmaster, it should be from the palace."

"I've heard that even paper is expensive in the palace."

Moda unfolded the letter, read it once, and then burned it.

Mu Xiang: "Grand Master?"

Moda: "The Regent King is actually ill. I wonder how many people feel about his illness. It's interesting. He killed Wei Li. Wei Li is different from that idiot Luan Qingan. Although his ability is average and he is also pedantic and stubborn, he is also loyal."

"However, the Nan'an fraud case was actually taken over by the prince..."

He spoke very slowly and hoarsely. After a moment of silence, he said, "When you go to do something, do it so that it leaves no trace."

Moda whispered a few words.

Mu Xiang responded: "Yes."

"Also, will the young marquis be back soon?"

Moda gently twisted the beads, stood up slowly, and looked out the window with squinted eyes. The spring rain outside had just passed, and the pine needles were as new as new.

"It's time for the capital to get lively."

When Ying Jingjue arrived at the gate of the Regent Palace, he was stopped by Tiannan.

Tiannan bowed and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me, my master has caught a cold and is feeling unwell. To prevent the illness from spreading, all visitors today are not allowed in."

Ying Jingjue smiled and asked concernedly, "Is the teacher's cold serious?"

Tiannan is the teacher's bodyguard. He still looks energetic, but his face is a little pale now, probably because he didn't sleep all night.

Could it be that Lian Shenwei's illness this time is very serious?

I just got caught in the rain last night, and when I was sitting in the sedan chair and talking to him, I seemed to be fine.

Ying Jingjue subconsciously recalled the warm hand warmer Lian Shenwei had given him that night. He smiled slightly and inevitably thought, was it because of the hand warmer that he caught a cold?

But it didn't take long to get from the palace gate to the Regent's Palace, and he left in a carriage...

The next second, the young Chu Jun couldn't help but feel annoyed. Why did he subconsciously care about Lian Shenwei again? It was like this every time. It was really strange!

Ying Jingjue had just received an errand today and had to go to the Imperial Prison and the Dali Temple, so he said, "I have sent something to the teacher. When the teacher wakes up, you can tell the teacher that I have been here."

Tiannan: “Yes.”

Tiannan collected the gift from Ying Jingjue and put it in a separate place. Every time the Crown Prince gave him a gift, his master would not say anything, but he could see that his master was happy.

If his master is happy, he is happy.

For the next seven days, the capital was extremely bustling. After Ying Jingjue became familiar with the Nan'an fraud case, he got the hang of it very quickly, and it was inevitable that the eldest prince and the third prince played tricks on him.

After being tricked several times, Ying Jingjue calmly learned his lesson, grew rapidly, and found the right opportunity to bite back with a smile.

The moment Emperor Jingcheng gave up his power over the Nan'an fraud case, the struggle for the throne finally began.

The tit-for-tat atmosphere in the imperial city did not reach the silent Regent's Palace at all.

On the fourth day of Lian Shenwei's coma, Feng Ke took his pulse and found that he looked relatively calm. He said that the high fever had subsided and he would wake up on the fifth day.

But it's been seven days and there's still no movement from Lian Shenwei.

Feng Ke had a lot of his hair pulled out, and he kept muttering "This isn't right" for two whole days. He kept adjusting the available herbs, and couldn't help but start to doubt whether his medical skills had ruined the reputation of the Feng family.

He looked much more haggard and pitiful.

What he didn't know was that this wasn't a problem with his family's ancestral medical skills, but that someone was ignoring his efforts and didn't want to wake up.

Gong Du was in the sea of ​​knowledge, playing games decadently, and had played Plants vs. Zombies countless times, and was still playing the first level. Because he was too lazy to click on plants to fight zombies.

Until noon on the ninth day.

A young man in silver armor and with black hair tied up high came riding a horse and waving a whip. With a shout, he immediately rode eastward from under the city gate.

Behind me, I could hear the sound of horse hooves and a cloud of dust rising.

The city guards shouted, "Who are you?"

The young man swung the spear in his hand, raised the token, and said in a loud voice: "Loyalty Marquis Mansion, on behalf of Zhenbei General Li Ningfeng, return to the capital to meet with the emperor!"