Xie Ming

Ma Shiying pressed him with words until he was forced to comply.

It was only then that Qiu Weizhen felt a growing sense of fear.

It seems that he has been unwell for some time, and this son has taken over the matter on his behalf, which suggests that he has been secretly hindering him and has taken action.

Otherwise, how can we explain this current program?
It's a pity; we let the wolf into our house.

One wrong move, and you could lose everything.
In his panic, Grand Secretary Qiu had no choice but to retreat to save himself. Ye could only feign compliance and temporarily adopt the strategy of retreating to advance.

Therefore, he used the word "death" to emphasize the situation.

Upon hearing this, Ma Shiying paid little attention and was preoccupied with recounting his subsequent plans.

"Oh dear, Your Excellency, what kind of talk is that?"

"You've misunderstood."

"Furthermore, times have changed."

"It's not that Mr. Ma forced you to make a decision, it's just that..."

"That brat surnamed Xiao now commands over a hundred thousand troops, with a sharp sword in hand; he has a large army at his disposal."

"Your Excellency, I'm afraid your old face is really no longer of any use."

"It's a fact that we can't control him," Ma continued, elaborating.

But Qiu Weizhen, though blind in appearance, had a comprehensive plan in mind.

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"Alas, if we welcome Zheng to kill Xiao, the Xiao family army, with its tens of thousands of soldiers, will inevitably be leaderless."

"Even if we welcome the Fujian troops into Hangzhou."

"Let's hope that things don't turn out this way, with internal and external conflicts becoming irreconcilable."

"Wouldn't that be like breaching a dam and inviting chaos?"

"Yaocao, don't forget, there are still tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry in Jiangbei, always eyeing us covetously."

Without the Duke of Jingguo as a shield, Jiangnan would likely be in dire straits.

Worried about the overall situation, Qiu Weizhen still tried to persuade him, but he made a last-ditch effort and unwittingly got caught up in Ma Shiying's radical actions, dragging himself down with him.

"Master!" Ma Shiying shouted, becoming even more anxious.

A hint of anger crept into his eyes.

"Grandpa, we can't worry about all that now."

"If you don't even have rice to cook, what are you worrying about for the country or the people?"

"Where in the world is there a perfect solution?"

"We're just taking it one step at a time, aren't we?"

"The situation is constantly changing, and no one can predict everything."

As he spoke, Ma Shiying circled around behind the Grand Secretary and placed his hands on Qiu Weizhen's shoulders.

Such transgressions, done so openly and brazenly, are utterly inappropriate and disgraceful.

"You really are getting old, in my opinion."

"If you hesitate and don't take action, look at how we've ended up in this passive situation, with everything in this state?"

"When they get things done, they don't hold back at all!"

"If you still don't make a decision, you'll miss this opportunity. If you want to find this shop again later, you won't be able to!"

Ma Shiying's intimidation was palpable.

At this moment, Qiu Weizhen clenched his teeth and forced himself to swallow his anger, but on his face he still sighed deeply.

Minister Ma tilted his head and peered from behind. Seeing this, he deliberately made a clamping motion, exerting force with both arms, and forcefully straightened the slumped Grand Secretary's posture.

Then, in a serious tone, he continued to elaborate on his own strategies.

"Grandpa, hang in there! We don't have time to let you get confused right now."

"Well, I, Ma, was forced into this situation."

"This time, I'll just be a little presumptuous with you."

"Please listen to me."

"I"

Ma Shiying used all his persuasive skills, whether it was force or a trap, to win him over.

Anyway, we'll get to the main strategy soon.

But who would have thought?

At this crucial moment.

Dengdengdeng-

Suddenly, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the warm pavilion.

In an instant, Ma Shiying became alert and fell silent, listening intently.

Dengdengdeng-

As I moved with my footsteps, after a few more steps, I heard a loud crack.

Beneath the curtain, there indeed was Qin San'er, who had once again stumbled in, looking utterly disheveled. "Ouch, I...I..."

In a panic, he fell headfirst to the ground, scrambled to his feet, and limped impatiently toward the inner room where Qiu and Ma were.

Upon seeing this, Ma Shiying felt a pang of anxiety and, in an attempt to get ahead, bumped into Qin San'er.

"Hey, Qin San'er, you..."

"So rash, but... but Your Majesty."

The person in the dark is Qin San'er, who has come in a panic, and must be responsible for the Hongguang Emperor's misdeeds.

Impatient, Ma Shiying turned to the side and spoke frankly, grabbing him and questioning him directly.

Upon hearing this, Qin San'er's face changed color, and she immediately burst into tears.

"Oh dear, Minister Ma, this time, this time the sky has truly fallen!"

"Your Majesty, His Majesty... His Majesty has passed away!"

"Uuuuuu——"

Sobbing and wailing, Qin San'er's words trailed off, already out of control, as she sobbed and choked.

I mourn for my lord, and at the same time, I feel a chill in my heart at this uncertain future.

Seeing the situation, Ma Shiying's mind raced.

After a few exchanges, seeing that it was the little eunuch in front of him who was wailing incessantly, he simply spoke up and shouted.

"Qin San'er, Qin, don't cry!"

"Qin San'er, now is not the time to cry." At the same time, he grabbed the man's wrist.

"Qin San'er, what's Eunuch Wang saying these days?!"

Ma Shiying was about to press the issue when he heard this question.

Upon hearing that Qin San'er, who had been frightened, had gradually stopped crying, Fang Yuan reported the situation.

"Ma, Minister Ma."

"Godfather sent me to deliver a message."

"Tell me, tell me if you have any explanation for me." Qin San'er handed over the message from the king in detail.

Upon hearing this, Mas Youngton breathed a sigh of relief.

He gritted his teeth and nodded for a moment, not forgetting to glance at Qiu Weizhen sitting next to him.

The meaning is quite obvious.

I thought to myself, "Did you see that?"

Inside and outside the palace, I, Ma Shiying, have completely established alliances.

Having observed this far, Elder Qiu finally closed his cloudy old eyes.

The situation had already deteriorated to this point, and he was powerless to reverse it.

Ma Shiying noticed every detail of Qiu Weizhen's change in expression.

The man felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

With a resolute posture, he immediately turned back to face Qin San'er, speaking firmly and decisively without any hesitation.

"Okay, okay, that's how it is."

"Qin San'er, you don't need to stay any longer. Go back to the inner palace immediately."

"Tell Eunuch Wang, and remember, you must tell him this in person."

“Just say what I, Ma Shiying, said.”

"When the emperor dies, chaos may erupt in an instant."

"Especially at such critical junctures, we must work together wholeheartedly in both our internal and external operations."

"At this critical juncture, what we can and must do now is to immediately block all news from within the Forbidden City to prevent it from leaking out."

"Rest assured, Eunuch Wang, outside the palace, Grand Secretary Tongchou is keeping watch."

"At present, the situation is turbulent, and there are continuous wars abroad."

"The news of the emperor's death must not be leaked to the outside world for even a short time."

In summary, it can be summed up in just eight words.

"Keep the death a secret and wait for the right time."

"Remember?"

Ma Shiying took it seriously, speaking clearly and eloquently.

Upon hearing this, Qin San'er hurriedly responded.

"Uh, yes, I'll remember, I'll remember." Qin Hui replied.

"Okay, then go, and hurry back to your post."

"Hey, yes."

After the two finished speaking, Ma waved his hand, and Qin San'er stumbled and retreated from the main hall in a few steps, then vanished like a gust of wind into the inner palace. (End of this chapter)