Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The scorching sun of midsummer burned the bluestone streets, and the air was filled with a mixture of heat and blood.

Chu Ning's white horse cavalry rushed into the city gate like a silver torrent, and their iron hooves stepped on the stone road, making a dull roar.

The people on both sides of the street moved away, lowered their heads, and dared not look directly at this murderous army.

Everyone in the city knew that Yang Xingye had been assassinated. The Prince of Chu must have returned this time to deal with this matter!

Such a big thing happened, someone must be responsible for it!

Chu Ning was not wearing armor, only a black brocade robe, with a long sword in a black sheath hanging at his waist.

His face was stern, and there seemed to be ice in his eyes. He rode his horse straight through the long street and headed straight for Yang's Mansion.

Yang Mansion, inner courtyard bedroom.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a strong smell of herbs hits you in the face.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the window, casting patches of light on the bed.

Yang Xingye was half leaning against the head of the bed, his face as pale as paper and his lips bloodless.

His injured left shoulder was wrapped in thick white cloth, through which dark red could be vaguely seen.

Hearing footsteps, he forced himself to open his eyes, and seeing it was Chu Ning, he struggled to stand up and salute.

"Your Highness..."

Chu Ning quickly stepped forward, pressed his shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Yang Xingye smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty...I am sorry."

Chu Ning sat down beside the bed, glanced at his injuries, and frowned: "Where is the doctor?"

The old doctor at the side hurried forward and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, Lord Yang's injury...is not optimistic."

"Explain clearly." Chu Ning's voice was cold.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "The shoulder blade was pierced by the sword, injuring the tendons and veins. Although the heart and lungs were not damaged, the patient lost too much blood and his vitality was greatly damaged."

"As the saying goes, 'It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone'. Sir Yang needs to rest for at least two months before he can get out of bed and move around..."

"One month is enough." Yang Xingye suddenly spoke, his voice was weak but full of stubbornness.

Chu Ning glanced at him and didn't respond. He just waved his hand and said, "Back off."

The doctor felt as if he had been pardoned. He bowed and left quickly, closing the door behind him.

The room was silent for a moment, with only the sound of dripping water from the copper kettle clearly audible.

"Your Highness..."

Yang Xingye took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "The government affairs in Jin are piling up. Although I am injured, I am still OK..."

"You don't have to worry about the affairs of Jin anymore."

Chu Ning interrupted him, his tone unquestionable: "I will send someone else to take over."

Yang Xingye's pupils shrank, and his fingers clenched the quilt tightly: "Your Highness! No!"

Chu Ning looked at him coldly: "Why not?"

"The people of Jin are still unsettled. If you start a war over my injury, I'm afraid it will provoke a civil uprising!"

Yang Xingye said anxiously, his wound even being affected by his excitement, and his face became even paler.

Chu Ning's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "Yang Xingye, do you think that I came back this time just to watch you recover from your injuries?"

Yang Xingye's heart trembled.

"You are my servant." Chu Ning said word by word: "If I touch you, I will be slapping my face."

"Your Highness!"

Yang Xingye struggled to stand up, his voice almost begging.

"The old clans in Jin are deeply rooted. If we rashly purge them, it will only make the situation more chaotic! I beg Your Highness... to put the overall situation first!"

Chu Ning was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "Overall situation? What is the overall situation?"

He stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to Yang Xingye, and spoke in a low and dangerous voice:

"If we don't kill a chicken to scare the monkeys today, tomorrow more people will think that there is no need to pay a price for assassinating our Chu ministers."

Yang Xingye felt cold all over.

He knew that Chu Ning had already decided to kill him.

"Your Highness..."

His voice was hoarse: "At least... please give me three days. When my injuries have eased a little, I will personally find out who is behind this and give you an explanation!"

Chu Ning turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Are you afraid that I've killed too many people?"

Yang Xingye didn't answer, but the pleading look in his eyes said it all.

After a long while, Chu Ning slowly exhaled, and said in a slightly slower tone: "Okay, I'll give you three days."

Yang Xingye felt relieved, his tense body finally relaxed, and he fell back on the pillow dejectedly.

Chu Ning walked to the bedside, tucked the quilt in for him, and his voice was unusually soft:

"Take good care of your injuries and don't let me down."

After saying that, he turned and left, his black robe flashing by the door.

The moment the door closed, Yang Xingye closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He knew that if he could not explain this matter to Chu Ning, Jinyang City...would be a river of blood.

Instead of letting Chu Ning do it himself, it would be better for him to take the initiative. Maybe he can save some people.

The Imperial Palace of Jin, the Imperial Study.

Chu Ning stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the century-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

The autumn wind has not yet arrived, but a few yellow leaves have already fallen, looking like broken gold under the setting sun.

"Your Highness."

Jia Yu knocked lightly on the door, bowed and walked in with the memorial in his hand: "This is the government affairs reported by various places today."

Chu Ning didn't even turn his head: "Leave it there."

Jia Yu placed the memorial on the table, hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Highness wants to transfer Yun Jianye to Jinyang..."

"What's wrong?" Chu Ning turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"The Ministry of Industry has just sent an urgent report."

Jia Yu whispered, "There was a mistake in the expansion project of His Majesty's mausoleum. Water is seeping into the underground palace. His Majesty is furious and has ordered Minister Yun to personally supervise the repairs."

Chu Ning's eyes turned cold: "When did it happen?"

"Just three days ago."

Jia Yu handed over a secret letter: "Your Majesty's handwritten instructions state that the mausoleum is related to the fate of the country and must not be lost."

The room suddenly became quiet.

The candlelight on the table was flickering in the autumn wind coming in from the window, casting a mixture of light and dark shadows on Chu Ning's face.

"What a national destiny."

Chu Ning suddenly chuckled and tapped the table with his fingertips: "Pass on this palace's order to promote Zheng Yuan, the Minister of Works, to the position of Acting Minister, to be in charge of the mausoleum repair matters."

Jia Yu was startled: "This..."

"Yun Jianye has followed me for so many years."

Chu Ning's tone gradually deepened: "From a mere governor of Bingzhou to today's Minister of Works, it's time for you to join the cabinet."

Jia Yu understood and immediately bowed: "I will do it right away, but..."

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Should we send someone to secretly investigate the assassination of Lord Yang?"

Chu Ning walked back to the window and looked at the falling ginkgo leaves: "Give him three days."

"Your Highness is worried..."

"If he wants to check, let him check."

Chu Ning's tone was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty: "If there is no result after three days, I will handle it myself."

Jia Yu bowed deeply and said, "I understand."

After Jia Yu left, Chu Ning's eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

The person who took action this time chose a very good timing. He is definitely not an ordinary person.

Next, he will focus on dealing with the Tang Dynasty, Wei Kingdom and the Han Dynasty. Before leaving, he must completely eliminate the cancer in Jin!

Outside the window, the last ginkgo leaf swirled down.

Chu Ning suddenly remembered the glaring red in front of Yang Xingye's bed, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

Three days was the deadline he gave to Yang Xingye.

It is also the death date for those in the dark.