After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Han Zhou knelt heavily in the golden palace, and the dragon throne on the top of the mountain seemed to tremble because of Han Zhou's kneeling.

The veins on the back of his hand holding the red tasseled spear were bulging, and his white fingertips were trembling from the force. The pain that felt like his knee was being split forced Han Zhou to regain some of his sanity.

The person sitting in front of him was the king who had the power of life and death, not a bandit who he, Han Zhou, could kill with a silver spear.

The most urgent task was for him to leave the palace immediately and find out the truth about Wu Cixiu's death.

When the truth comes to light, we should take revenge when there are grievances to be had.

"If there is sufficient silver, the first batch of ten warships will be ready by the end of this summer. By the beginning of next spring, Daxia will have thirty warships that can accommodate more than a thousand people for overseas expeditions."

The 30,000-strong Tiger Army has crossed the ocean, and their chances of winning are extremely high.

But for the naval army that cost so much money to build, Xia Hong didn't want it to be huge, he wanted it to be foolproof.

In order to be absolutely sure, we must now kill all the bandits still lingering in the eastern border.

The Tiger-Mighty Army, which will slaughter all the Eastern Japanese troops with the might of a king, will surely return with a great victory.

He tapped his knuckles lightly on the dragon throne, and after a long period of contemplation, Xia Hongji was rarely generous with the silver.

"Come here, ask the Ministry of Revenue to allocate 500,000 taels of silver to the Tiger Army today and tomorrow, and another 500,000 taels after the autumn harvest."

"If you don't have enough money, you can come to me directly and use my private account."

Last year the national treasury had a surplus again, and this year taxes have been increased. When the spring harvest comes in, it will be just enough to cover the money the Tiger Army needs to spend.

And Xia Hong's excuse of using the private warehouse was just an excuse.

No matter how bold the Minister of Revenue was, he didn't have the guts to take money from him.

"I thank the emperor for his grace."

Xia Hong stepped down from the dragon chair and helped Han Zhou up from his kneeling position: "Within three months, all the bandits wandering around the sea will be buried in the East Territory."

"If Han Qing can't do it, I will send someone who can do it to get it done."

Apart from Shen Jun, who is even less suitable than Han Shu and his sister, where else in Daxia can we find a general who can lead troops to war?

Xia Hong's words simply meant that he was not like Han Shu and her brother, who were determined to avenge the national and family hatred.

What he wanted was to prevent the Eastern Japanese from invading him during his lifetime. However, the frightened Eastern Japanese had already decided to retreat.

In order to make the imperial court wary, they trapped the Eastern Japanese within the sea. If they relaxed the restrictions, the Eastern Japanese could retreat at any time.

His piercing eyes lowered, accepting the closer suppression from the imperial power: "I, your servant, will not fail in my mission."

Even if he dies, Han Zhou will wipe out the Eastern Wo and eliminate this cancer for future generations.

Taking in the bloodshot in Han Zhou's originally spirited eyes, Xia Hong smiled and advised as if he had not noticed Han Zhou's loss of composure:

"Mr. Han, you have worked hard on the journey. You should return to the Marquis' Mansion to rest for a day and then set off for the Eastern Territory tomorrow."

When Han Zhou walked out of the Golden Palace, Xia Hong no longer had the intention to conceal the coldness and boredom on his face.

The master and servant walked out of the golden palace in the warm spring afternoon breeze.

He used scissors to cut off a bunch of peony flowers that were sprouting tender buds and held them in his hands to play with them: "Xiao Linzi, they spent my money to win the battle, and in the end they said it was all the credit of those soldiers?"

Eunuch Lin was on high alert at this moment, fearing that he would become the innocent victim if he said something wrong.

"Who says it's not true? If it weren't for the money from you, the emperor, these soldiers would have starved to death, not to mention winning the battle."

After a long time without a response, Eunuch Lin looked up at Xia Hong's face and said, "After all, he is young and has not experienced much. He is naturally no match for Lord Shen. With some training, he may be of great use."

Xia Hong put the cut peony branches into the clean vase and chuckled: "Oh, is this because of my youth?"

"I am a dull servant, please teach me, Master."

"This is clearly a case of being arrogant and taking credit for one's achievements."

Eunuch Lin was so frightened by the verdict that he fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly, which showed that this eunuch in the imperial court was drifting away from the king.

"Yes, yes, Master is right. I am blind and want to be punished."

"Hmph, summon Wang Heng to the palace later."

Thinking of Han Zhou's lingering anger when he left, Xia Hong changed the subject: "He has been busy enough today. Let him enter the palace after the morning court tomorrow."

Eunuch Lin kowtowed to accept the order but did not dare to stand up.

Ignoring Eunuch Lin who was kneeling on the ground, he personally took the porcelain vase filled with peonies and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhong Yuanyuan has always loved this spring business. When Xia Hong happened to see it, he naturally sent this gorgeous peony to Zhong Yuanyuan.

In fact, in Xia Hong's eyes, Zhong Yuanyuan doesn't look like a peony at all. She is more like an evergreen tree.

It does not become gorgeous because people like it, nor does it die because no one explores it.

The sun is moving westward and dusk is approaching.

The murderous spirit that he had when he entered the palace was replaced by a heaviness.

There was no need for him to ask. The sincerity of the people on the long street who recognized him and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him proved that Shen Jinmo was closely related to Wu Cixiu's death.

Wandering in the capital like a wandering soul, Han Zhou wanted to go to Xie's house and meet Xie Nanxing.

He wanted to tell Xie Nanxing that fifty warships were still parked in the waters of the Eastern Territory, and that pacifying the Eastern Territory and stabilizing the country would be just around the corner.

But where Xie Nanxing is is Shen Jinmo's home.

Once a teacher, always a father. How can Han Zhou face Xie Nanxing calmly when the enemy who killed his teacher is in front of him?

After stumbling a lot, Han Zhou returned to the Mansion of Marquis Zhongqin first.

The people of these divine cities may not be able to see the whole picture and may have become pawns of others.

At this moment, Han Zhou hoped more than anyone else that Wu Cixiu was not killed by Shen Jinmo.

"Father, was it Shen Jinmo who killed Master?"

Marquis Han looked at his son, still covered in blood and wearing armor, kneeling in front of him, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He bent down and picked up Han Zhou who was kneeling on the ground: "Boy, why did you come back without saying hello?"

"Father, the Emperor said that Master collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, and that Shen Jinmo killed Master himself."

The original joy was completely shattered by the call of "Your Majesty".

Pulling Han Zhou into the house, he said, "Zhou'er, Shen Jinmo is now favored by the emperor. Seven out of ten things he advocates will be accomplished."

For a suspicious and calculating king, being able to trust only 70% or 80% of a person is an extremely terrifying existence.

Second to none, above ten thousand people, this has already been embodied in Shen Jinmo.

"So, he really killed Master?" The last bit of hope in his eyes was shattered: "Who framed Master for treason?"

Marquis Han held Han Zhou's hand tightly and said, "Zhou'er, the death of the Grand Tutor came first, and then there was treason."

The order cannot be messed up.

If things get chaotic, Shen Jinmo’s influence in the court will not be fully demonstrated.

He could kill the Grand Tutor and escape unscathed, and his power and favor would be even greater.

Han Zhou has no chance of winning against Shen Jinmo.