The officials all stiffened at Gu Mu's expression.
"Your Highness..." They opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.
If His Highness is not afraid of death, how could they possibly be afraid of dying?
They knelt on the ground one by one: "Your subject... obeys!"
Gu Mu didn't actually have such a high level of awareness.
But since we want to boost morale, let's start right now.
So he put on a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor just now, while constantly reminding himself to make his acting skills up to standard.
Everything was done to boost morale.
After all, the disparity between the enemy and ourselves was too great, coupled with cowardice in battle, so there was simply no chance of winning this battle.
Gu Mu acquired unparalleled spear techniques, and his body was further strengthened by elixirs. His internal strength and skills were both top-notch.
With the life-saving elixir of immortality, the possibility of him dying on the battlefield is very low.
He would never allow other countries to run rampant on his territory.
As long as he firmly holds the reins of power, he is confident that he can enable the people to live a better life.
The rise and fall of every dynasty is marked by countless deaths.
Otherwise, why would the saying "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand" have been passed down for thousands of years?
Some wars are inevitable in history; if he hadn't tried to escape them, no one would have died.
Without strength, and only with cowardice, more and more people will die, and the death toll will be even more brutal.
Gu Mu's biggest worry was when he went to the frontier to fight.
Could someone be stealing the tower from behind?
Like the Empress Dowager, he attempted to launch a coup and seize power while he was away from the capital.
Or, there might be traitors among the soldiers. When he goes to the battlefield to fight the enemy, there will always be some scoundrels who want to cause internal strife.
He was overwhelmed with other matters, while the enemy was in the shadows while he was in the open.
All he could do was create chaos in the capital, keeping the big fish lurking there busy, and ensuring the enemy wouldn't have the energy to seize power while he was leading his troops.
The Prince's Mansion, Study.
The assassin who had been away all night finally returned.
The special skill of assassins is to hide themselves so that no one can find them, making them suitable for gathering intelligence covertly.
Although he's not very good at fighting, he has his own unique advantages.
So although Lu Xiaoyao's whereabouts were unpredictable, the capital city was only so big, and Gu Mu had supreme authority. In addition, with the characteristics of a death squad, they still managed to find Lu Xiaoyao's whereabouts after one night.
The assassin lowered his head and said expressionlessly, "Your Highness, we have found Lu Xiaoyao's whereabouts."
"She currently rents a small courtyard at the entrance of a hutong in the west of the city. The pattern of her whereabouts is that she goes out to fight cocks during the day, uses the money she wins to buy cabbages at the market, and then carries the basket back to the courtyard to cook."
The assassin gave an address.
Gu Mu put on the ghost mask and black robe, and headed to the alley where Lu Xiaoyao was.
He did not show up immediately.
Instead, they observed the area from the rooftop.
At that moment, Lu Xiaoyao was carrying a cage covered with a cloth in her left hand and a vegetable basket in her right hand as she went out.
Can you hear a "clucking" sound coming from the cage covered with a cloth?
That's the sound of a rooster crowing.
According to the assassin's intelligence, she's probably going out for cockfighting again.
Sure enough, she walked to the end of the alley, where there was a small, self-organized casino.
It has everything: cricket fighting, cockfighting, dice games, and more.
Lu Xiaoyao walked to the cockfighting arena, lifted the white cloth, and revealed a rooster with a large red comb and a majestic appearance.
She muttered to herself, "It's impossible for me to work; I can only make a living by cockfighting."
She was dressed in a gray and white linen outfit, exuding a chivalrous air, but her eyebrows and eyes were the typical gentle features of an Eastern woman.
With her round eyes wide open, she slammed the chicken coop onto the table: "I bet ten taels of silver."
Someone in the casino immediately exclaimed, "The ever-victorious general has arrived..."
The "ever-victorious general" doesn't refer to Lu Xiaoyao, but to the rooster.
"Ten taels of silver is a bit too much. We usually don't dare to spend more than two taels of silver."
Perhaps during this period, Lu Xiaoyao's undefeated record at the casino made him a formidable figure, and for a time, no one dared to challenge him.
Lu Xiaoyao sat next to him, feeling a little bored.
At this moment, Gu Mu pressed down on the ghost mask with his hand and appeared from the casino.
"If you want to make money, why bother with cockfighting?" Gu Mu deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in a voice that wasn't his own.
"Who's teaching me how to do things?" Lu Xiaoyao turned around.
But then I was confronted with the face of an old acquaintance... a mask.
"Doctor?!" Lu Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
Thanks to the doctor's purse last time, she was able to afford to rent a small courtyard and buy fighting cocks in this expensive capital city, and make a living by earning money from the fighting cocks.
Moreover, doctors are much more interesting than these cowards who wouldn't even gamble with ten taels of silver.
Gu Mu smiled as he looked at Lu Xiaoyao's reaction.
Lu Xiaoyao's weakness is simple: she needs money, lots and lots of money.
I don't know what she did. When he returned to Beijing, the money bag he left her was enough for her to live comfortably in the capital.
She's still in such a sorry state.
They can only rely on the money earned from cockfighting to make ends meet.
However, what Gu Mu has in abundance is money.
In the ancient imperial system, everything under heaven, from the smallest blade of grass to the lives of human beings, belonged to the emperor.
Not to mention the money.
The amount of money in the national treasury alone is an amount that ordinary people can only dream of.
Lu Xiaoyao needs money, and he has money.
Lu Xiaoyao's kung fu is exceptional. She and her master were constantly pursued, yet they remained alive and well, which, in a way, also demonstrates her strength.
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