The young emperor, unaware of the situation, only felt that the historians were looking at him strangely, which made him a little uneasy.
But he was the emperor!
He roared, "Why aren't you kneeling before me? I am the supreme ruler!"
"How dare you treat me like this!"
"Gu Mu, tell your men to let me go! When I grow up and take over power, I'll make you pay!"
Gu Mu waved his hand.
Eunuch Cheng looked at the young emperor with a sarcastic expression, nodded, and led him out.
"Keep today's events a secret from me, and don't let anyone know," Gu Mu ordered.
Everyone present respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Your Highness, what should be done with the young emperor?" Jiang He asked respectfully, bowing his head.
The truth is now out: the young emperor was not born to the late emperor.
Gu Mu is the true royal bloodline.
Fortunately, this prince's iron-fisted approach allowed him to firmly grasp the late emperor's empire, thus preventing a major disaster.
Therefore, the young emperor absolutely cannot be allowed to live.
However, if this matter were to be publicized, it would be a disgrace to the emperor.
If this isn't publicized, there will always be some die-hard supporters of the emperor in the court who believe that the regent's rule is illegitimate and that it won't be so easy to take down this young emperor.
The historians were all uneasy.
"Just keep this under control and let the young emperor live a little longer." Gu Mu's expression remained unchanged, showing no concern for the young emperor.
The historians all nodded—His Highness had instructed them not to publicize this, in order to uphold the dignity of the royal family!
There are always some supporters of the emperor in the court. Your Highness's decision not to take action against the young emperor for the time being is also for the sake of the stability of the court.
His Highness's good intentions have been smeared by them.
As Jiang Heda said, sometimes what we can't see is the truth of history.
They bowed respectfully to Gu Mu, saying, "Respectfully seeing off Your Highness."
For the next period of time, the court was calm and peaceful.
Gu Mu can then devote more energy to building this country.
Hybrid rice has been promoted throughout the country. Since natural disasters and man-made calamities are unavoidable, as long as grain production is increased, people will not go hungry.
Order was restored in Jiangnan, and it began to flourish again.
In this era, penicillin was used as a strategic weapon, and it was supplied in unlimited quantities to several generals trusted by Gu Mu.
As for those who are not loyal enough, or whose positions are not stable enough.
To prevent opportunists from donating penicillin to other countries, they were required to regularly report the number of wounded soldiers. Trusted confidants were dispatched to verify the numbers, and penicillin was distributed according to the number of wounded. Highly skilled soldiers were assigned to escort the penicillin and ensure that the medicine was used effectively.
When the military strength is strong enough to withstand invasion from other countries, Gu Mu will consider promoting penicillin throughout the country.
The coup was quietly smoothed over by time, and people were at peace, with the capital thriving, as if the fierce battle of the previous period had never happened.
Only the spire of the tallest tower in the capital city turned completely vermilion.
It serves as a reminder that supreme imperial power was forged through bloodshed.
Night deepened.
On the city wall, a man in a black robe wearing a bamboo hat and a black veil covering his face silently gazed at the sky.
Directly in front of him was the spire stained red with blood.
"That person is still missing?" the man in black asked in a hoarse and chilling voice.
"Reporting to Master, that person seems to have vanished into thin air. The men we sent out have not sent back any news about him." Behind him stood several men in black, who spoke respectfully.
The man in black snorted coldly: "I never thought that even the number one assassin in the martial world could make a mistake."
"Master, should we continue to send people to hunt him down?" the man in black asked, bowing his head.
The man in black robes remained silent for a long time, his gaze never leaving the spire.
That tower, stained red with blood, made people fear the regent who, despite being surrounded by an army, still managed to kill the empress dowager.
Even the man in black robes officially regarded Gu Mu as an opponent.
He adjusted his straw hat with his hand: "No need. I now think that although that person failed his mission, he still has value to be used."
No one could see his expression.
But everyone knew that the man in black robes was starting to get serious.
He never tolerated losers, but this time, he chose to keep that person because of his "value".
This regent actually made his master break an exception for the first time.
"Then...should we capture him and bring him back?" the man in black asked tentatively.
The moon hangs high in the sky.
The vermilion-red spire was coated with a layer of silver light.
The man in black robes let out a low, hoarse laugh. He vaguely covered his face with his hand and slightly raised his index finger at his eyes.
Everything was blocked out, except for the spire of the tower that appeared before him.
After laughing, the man in black robes continued, "No need. His most important possessions are in the capital. He will come back to retrieve them himself."
"Let's lie low for now and avoid alerting them."
"Yes, Master!"
...
The following morning, at the Prince's Mansion.
Gu Mu was excited about becoming regent for a while and held court every morning, but later he couldn't get up that early anymore.
After all, he's only eighteen, an age when he needs sleep.
The sun shone into the room, and he turned over, muttering, "I forgot to close the window."
He had his back to the window and was too lazy to get up. The maids and servants were all outside the door and dared not come in without his permission.
Gu Mu covered his face with a pillow and continued to sleep soundly. Apart from his bottom getting a little hot from the sun, everything was quite comfortable.
Gu Mu felt perfectly justified in not attending the morning court session.
After all, he solved the problem of food and clothing for people by using hybrid rice. When people can eat their fill, society is naturally much more stable.
Recently, the world has been at peace, with favorable weather and abundant harvests. The officials have been reporting nothing more than trivial matters.
These trivial matters were not something those officials could easily handle; they were capable of managing them themselves and did not need to report to him.
However, the officials would occasionally sigh as they looked at the bewildered young emperor in the main hall, where no one was attending court.
Although Gu Mu is eccentric, he is undeniably very capable and has unknowingly become their backbone.
Upon seeing Gu Mu, they gained some confidence in the dynasty.
After all, the problem of famine, which no previous emperor had been able to solve, was resolved by Gu Mu in his first year as regent.
I heard that His Highness also sent a doctor to the military camp to solve the infection problem of the wounded and sick, and to provide the soldiers with penicillin, thus relieving their worries.
Therefore, they would rather be scolded by His Highness than not see His Highness.
Looking at the ignorant little emperor in the palace, who only knew how to play with his fingers, they were filled with mixed feelings.
Fortunately, Gu Mu would accept some of the filtered reports, but he still made the decisions on some important national matters.
Three poles in the sun.
Gu Mu finally woke up slowly. As he stepped out of the courtyard, he saw Shen Ling bustling about in the palace.
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