The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

The next day.

Kyoto City.

presidential palace.

Standing tall and majestic, solemn and dignified.

Like a dormant giant beast, it exudes an awe-inspiring aura.

In the reception room of the Presidential Palace, the crystal chandelier emits a soft light.

A young man in a well-tailored, straight suit was saying something.

Sitting on the big chair in front of me was a middle-aged man with a big belly.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, a rapid and untimely knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The young man's brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

"Feng Ji is really becoming more and more unruly. Doesn't he know that Uncle Zhao and I are discussing something?"

The middle-aged man put down the steaming teacup in his hand with a smile and said comfortingly: "Adjutant Feng has always been steady. If it weren't for something important, he wouldn't be so reckless. Why don't you let him in and listen to what's going on?"

The eldest son hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, and said two words slowly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a man in guard uniform walked in hurriedly with a serious look on his face.

"Master, something happened!" Adjutant Feng said anxiously.

The eldest son frowned slightly, his eyes flashing like lightning, and he scolded: "How can you be so flustered! Speak properly!"

Adjutant Feng subconsciously glanced at Commissioner Zhao standing beside him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Seeing this, the eldest son waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao is one of us. If you have something to say, just speak directly. There is no need to hide anything."

When Commissioner Zhao heard this, he felt relieved. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose and he nodded slightly in response.

Adjutant Feng took a deep breath and said, "Master, Director Yuan... Director Yuan is missing!"

"Missing?"

The eldest son was stunned at first, then a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he said nonchalantly, "Could this guy have gone to the Qingyin class to have fun and not want to leave?"

Adjutant Feng looked hesitant. After much hesitation, he gritted his teeth and told the whole story of Yuan Shaojia secretly ordering people to arrest Lin Mo.

"What?! That's bullshit!"

The eldest son slammed the table so hard that the teacup clanged and the tea splashed all over the table.

"My father handed the Detective Department over to him, which showed his great trust in him. How dare he be so bold and abuse his power for personal gain?! He even dared to go to the Secret Service to arrest someone!"

At this time, Commissioner Zhao's eyes lit up and he asked, "Is that young man named Lin Mo a subordinate of Lao Xu from the Secret Service?"

Adjutant Feng nodded quickly: "Yes, it's him."

Commissioner Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something, and after a moment he said, "I remember the last time a difficult incident occurred in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it seemed that it was this guy who turned the tide and resolved the matter."

Hearing this, the eldest son's curiosity was aroused. He didn't care about being angry and asked, "Uncle Zhao, what's the matter? Tell me quickly."

Commissioner Zhao cleared his throat and said slowly, "Three guests from Great Britain came to Kyoto City for an inspection. They caused a lot of trouble and almost ruined the situation. In the end, it was Lin Mo who stepped in and stabilized the situation..."

He told the whole story, and added, "I also heard Wenhui from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Lao Xu from the Secret Service Bureau mention it several times, so I wrote it down."

After hearing this, the eldest son immediately became energetic, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"From what you said, this boy is not only a martial arts expert, but also a rare talent!"

Commissioner Zhao nodded slightly, but a trace of regret appeared on his face.

"He is indeed a talent, but it's a pity that I heard that he is very close to the Su family."

“The Su family… that’s such a pity.”

The eldest son's eyes suddenly became stern, and a strange look flashed across his face. "By the way, what is going on between Yuan Shaojia and him?"

Adjutant Feng did not dare to hide anything and told everyone everything.

"It seems that there was a conflict over the arrest of radical students. Director Yuan might have...held a grudge. Yesterday, he asked his subordinate Qin Yi to take Lin Mo from the Dragon Prison to Lake View Manor under the pretext of an investigation. A big fire broke out in Lake View Manor yesterday and it has been reduced to ruins. Director Yuan and his subordinates are missing. It is very likely that they were killed by that kid..."

He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was self-evident.

"This kid is so brave!"

The eldest son narrowed his eyes, his eyes were full of surprise and curiosity, and his interest in Lin Mo became stronger and stronger. "It would be great if such a talent could sever his relationship with the Su family and be used by my Yuan family!"

Thinking of this, the eldest son made a prompt decision and ordered: "Feng Ji, send someone to find out the truth first and test this kid's attitude. If he knows the current situation and is willing to give up the dark and join the light, then we will give him a chance."

"What if he doesn't know how to deal with the current situation?" Adjutant Feng asked without hesitation.

The eldest son's eyes were cold, and he spoke calmly: "If such a person cannot be used by my Yuan family, then there is no need to keep him."

"I understand what's going on." Adjutant Feng straightened his back and nodded in response.

"Okay, you can go out first." The eldest son waved his hand.

"Yes."

Adjutant Feng retreated respectfully and closed the door carefully when he reached it.

As soon as the door closed, Commissioner Zhao's expression changed immediately.

He frowned slightly, his eyes showing some concern, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, how is your father's health?"

The eldest son sighed and said without hiding anything: "It's still the same as before, no improvement at all."

"Have you tried both Chinese and Western medicine? No help?" Commissioner Zhao frowned even more and asked again.

"Alas, we've tried everything." The eldest son's face was gloomy and his voice was low. "Father said that he...may not be able to hold on for much longer."

Commissioner Zhao stood up with a bang, slammed his hands on the table, and advised earnestly: "My dear, at this critical moment, you must shoulder the burden firmly! The empire built by your father cannot be destroyed like this!"

The eldest son smiled bitterly and shook his head, his face full of helplessness: "Father said...restoring the old system may have been wrong from the beginning..."

"Young Master! Be careful with your words!"

Commissioner Zhao's face instantly turned gloomy, staring at the eldest son, and said word by word, "The great cause has just been accomplished, and no one can predict what the future will be like. How can the President... no, the Emperor be discouraged at this time?

Isn't this just boosting others' ambitions and destroying our own prestige? We have worked so hard to get to where we are today. Is it easy? We absolutely cannot go back!"

The eldest son moved his lips, as if he was about to speak, but stopped talking. After a long while, he managed to utter a sentence from his throat: "I know...but father..."

Commissioner Zhao paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, occasionally looking through the window at the gray sky outside.

After a long while, he stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at the eldest son with a firm gaze.

"My Lord, a truly strong person would remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe. Why would he care about what others think or say?

Your father was such a person back then. He had seen all kinds of storms and waves. He still insisted on his own opinions and would not be influenced by the outside world at all. This is why I followed him wholeheartedly.

But he is old now, and the knife of time has slowly worn away his edge.

However, I hope that in the future, you can become a man of great stature like he was when he was young."