Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Ding Yi reached an agreement with Emperor Li to return the court completely to Emperor Li, and he lived in seclusion with his old wife and children.

Emperor Li was a very suspicious emperor. Throughout the whole process, Ding Yi did not mention other people. He knew that anyone whose name came out of his mouth would not be reused by Emperor Li, but would only be suppressed.

After leaving the palace, the news that Zhang Yuezheng had come back to life spread like wildfire.

Ding Yi turned around and looked at the towering palace behind him. The golden light of fortune was becoming increasingly thinner, just like the Hong Dynasty, which was on a downward slope.

The essence of Zhang Yuezheng's reform is to pull back the horse that is running down the mountain, but no one wants it to come back, not even its owner. They are limited to the immediate interests and talk about the future generations.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a certain person who is essentially clear.

It's ridiculous that the people standing at the top of Yue Country don't understand. No, maybe it's not that they don't understand, they just think, what does it have to do with them?

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Wang Wu followed Ding Yi's gaze and looked suspiciously at the slightly mottled palace gate, which had faded a little due to being painted for a long time.

Two rows of Jinyiwei stood at the door, their expressions serious yet flattering, their bodies wrapped in flying fish uniforms were in a tense state.

As Jinyiwei, they naturally stand on the side of Emperor Li, while Emperor Li stands on the opposite side of Zhang Yuezheng.

"It depends on the dynasty's fortune."

"Luck?" Wang Wu murmured in a low voice. Luck was a very mysterious concept. She didn't understand it and didn't ask any more questions. She looked at Ding Yi with admiration and stood here with him.

The last ray of sunlight in the sky completely fell, casting a shadow over the palace. As night fell, the towering palace was like a huge mouth of the abyss, ready to devour anyone it chose.

"Let's go back." Ding Yi got on the carriage first, and Wang Wu followed behind.

After the curfew, the silence in the capital city was suffocating, the wheels of the cars creaked against the ground, and the night wind brought a sense of absurdity.

I am busy all day long and have no time to rest.

The candlelight in Zhang's house has never been extinguished in the past few days, especially tonight.

At midnight, Ding Yi sent a few people back to sleep, and he lay back in the coffin. For some reason, he always felt that he would feel at ease sleeping in it.

Perhaps, it is because this is where people go after they die.

The next morning, the sons packed up and went to the mourning hall, only to see Ding Yi lying motionless in the coffin, his face ashen and not breathing. They were immediately shocked.

"Brother?" Zhang Chenghui shouted in shock.

"Don't worry, let me take a look." Zhang Chengyi lay on the coffin and leaned inside.

At this moment, Ding Yi slowly opened his eyes. When their eyes met, Zhang Chengyi awkwardly withdrew his gaze, turned his head away, and said respectfully: "Father, my brothers and I will go to the government office and the Ministry of Personnel. I will leave the house to you."

Ding Yi sat up straight, his eyes rolled up, revealing more of the white of his eyes, his face looked even greener than before, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Go, remember to come back early."

Reaching an agreement with Emperor Li was only the first step. Several sons who held official positions still needed to complete the handover work as quickly as possible and leave Beijing smoothly.

We had agreed last night that the properties in the capital must be sold as soon as possible before leaving, but the price must not be too low so as to not let others underestimate it and see the flaws.

Life is important, there is still a chance for other things.

Even if I leave the capital, I can't walk away like a lost dog.

Time was short, so Wang Wu contacted several noble families with whom he was on good terms. Only they would feel confident and bold enough to buy the Zhang family's assets in Beijing. The other nobles would have to think about it, which would take a lot of time.

With Emperor Li's decree, things went smoothly for the Zhang brothers. Of course, they were inevitably ridiculed, and some people stopped them to ask the reason.

Zhang Chengyi was unable to save face, so Zhang Chengqi took the lead. Suddenly, the brothers seemed to open their tear glands and burst into tears.

Don’t say anything, just cry silently.

It turned out that this trick worked, and without them having to say much, others had already figured out the reason.

"Although Lord Zhang has returned from the dead, I heard that his condition is not very good. He fought for his whole life, but in the end he gave up everything and only wanted his children and grandchildren to surround him."

"Alas, it's time! It's fate! Master Zhang is only in his fifties, not even sixty."

"Poor parents in the world..."

In Zhang's mansion, Ding Yi was not idle either. Because of his reforms, countless people depended on him. His sudden death in his previous life caught many people off guard, and many of those who followed him were stripped of their official positions by emperors.

Now, Ding Yi gave them an advance warning. If they really couldn't survive, they could come to Jiangling to seek help from the Zhang family.

How many people can listen and how many people can be saved depends on fate.

The Zhang family's children are all strong, but they are still far behind Zhang Yuezheng.

Zhang Yuezheng's body became increasingly stiff, and Ding Yi had to exert great effort to ensure that his limbs were flexible so that he could walk and write without hindrance.

He who died was naturally conquered by the capital.

This is also the important reason why he would rather retreat than stay in the capital.

In Zhang Yuezheng's study before his death, Ding Yi rubbed his hands. There were spots on his arms, and the marks became more and more obvious and scary.

Wang Wu personally took care of Ding Yi's affairs and did not allow anyone to disturb him too much.

After finishing her work, she would come to the study and sit there, staring at Ding Yi with fascination, crying silently.

This study room was all confidential, and Wang Wu couldn't come in before. But now he came in, but that person was no longer there.

After taking a look, Wang Wu didn't dare to delay, as the knife hanging over the Zhang family's heads could fall at any time.

She doesn't have time to be sad about the passing of time.

Wang Wu forced himself to stand up and directed his daughters-in-law to gather the household belongings and pack up the large items that could not be taken away.

Non-Beijing officials who leave Beijing will generally lose some of their property.

The Zhang family is no exception. Although outsiders have some doubts, they are not many.

Only a few political opponents with a keen sense of smell could smell something different.

Ding Yi knew that this journey would not be peaceful.

Undercurrents were surging behind the scenes. Most of the servants in the mansion were sent away, and most of the guards stayed.

The masters in the mansion discussed again until midnight.

Without further ado, the body was kept for seven days, which was the day for the funeral.

The first ray of sunshine in the early morning filled the world, the city gate creaked open, and Ding Yi packed up his things with his family and left the capital, escorted by many followers.

At the Ten-Li Pavilion, Ding Yi saw the officials of all ranks waiting there. Their faces showed either hypocrisy or reluctance, but Ding Yi was too lazy to carefully identify them.

Ding Yi bowed and walked to the front: "Thank you all for seeing me off. We are so far away from each other that it may be difficult for us to meet. This time I am going home and I will never appear in the capital again for the rest of my life. I hope you all take care of yourselves."

Early in the morning, Wang Wu's skillful hands put delicate makeup on Ding Yi's face, neck, and even hands, making her look like a real person.

Without any big moves, it's still hard to tell that something is wrong.

Zhang Yuezheng was originally an aloof person, so his act of bowing was already flattering.

"Your Excellency is joking. Mountains and rivers bring us together. There is no day that we cannot meet again."

Ding Yi just smiled without saying a word, standing there straight, like a green pine, proudly standing.