The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

As Yang Ziqin's door opened, a very beautiful maid came in.

Ning Yi was puzzled: "Isn't this your personal maid Taohua? Why did you call her here?"

Yang Ziqin gently advised: "Your Highness, you were too strong last night. I can't bear it. Let Taohua serve you well today."

"Taohua is absolutely pure. She married into the prince's palace with me and is now his highness's person."

Ning Yi looked at her as she came to the bed, her face flushed with shame. She took the initiative to undress and got on the bed with her naked body.

I didn't expect that I wanted to come and accompany Yang Ziqin and make her happy.

And my wife actually sent other women to bed.

In that case, Ning Yi accepted it with a smile.

Since practicing the "Body Strengthening Technique", my body has become much stronger.

That aspect is indeed quite powerful.

But Yang Ziqin lay gracefully on the bed, supporting her little head with her white jade hands, and watching with her beautiful eyes her personal maid Taohua being enjoyed by her husband until tears kept streaming down her face.

As soon as Ning Yi felt better, Yang Ziqin drove away Taohua, who was still feeling very unwell.

To her, these maids were only there to serve her, but they had no right to sleep in her bed.

Ning Yi watched Taohua quietly get up, put on her clothes, and limp out of the room with her long hair draped over her shoulders, enduring the pain.

Even if I wanted to shout, I couldn't say anything.

After all, she was Yang Ziqin's maid, and he also understood that if he felt a little distressed and forced her to stay, it would only make Yang Ziqin unhappy.

Who knows how this peach blossom will be tortured in the future.

Afterwards, Yang Ziqin's breathless singing voice could be heard again in the bedroom, continuously.

After a night of lovemaking, Yang Ziqin was still exhausted the next day and did not get up until noon.

For several days in a row, Ning Yi came to Yang Ziqin to spend the night.

During the day today, five hundred new servants arrived in the front yard.

This is already the fifth batch of servants, and they were specially selected from Jiangdong.

The head of the Intelligence Department came to deliver it personally.

Flattering Ning Yi reported: "Your Highness, these servants all have clean family backgrounds. Their parents either starved to death or were killed by bandits."

"They are honest people, and some of them are literate."

"Oh?" Ning Yi became interested, looking at the hundreds of people standing separately. Judging from their appearance, although these hundreds of people were also dressed in ordinary and shabby clothes, with pale faces and thin bodies, their demeanor was different.

The other four hundred people were all quite depressed.

Of course, the Intelligence Department went to gather their caravan, but they were not wronged and were fed well along the way.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to walk so far. He's still alive today and can follow the caravan to the capital, so he must be in very good physical condition.

"Very good. These 100 educated people will be trained individually."

These people have cultural background and the results will be better after training.

Ning Yi will be of great use then.

It is much better than those book boys who are trained in batches and can't even recognize a single word.

The housekeeper took the order and led the group of servants to register first and then arranged accommodation.

Ning Yi asked the shopkeeper, "When will the next batch of servants arrive?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, the next batch will be slower because you requested a nationwide search, not just in Jiangdong."

"They are being sent in from all over the place, and the process of assembling them is quite slow."

Ning Yi could only urge him to hurry up.

Time waits for no one. When it comes to the final battle of strength, it all depends on the army and combat effectiveness.

However, the shopkeeper told him, "Your Highness, 10,000 Jiangdong men have been sent to the designated location and have been taken over. Are the remaining men from Jiangdong not needed?"

There were disasters everywhere in Jiangdong, and many young men were willing to join the army just to have a bite to eat.

Recruiting soldiers in Jiangdong would be much easier.

Ning Yi shook his head: "No, we can recruit from other places in the future."

"Once we capture the guards in the capital's military camp, we'll be able to replenish our forces."

He secretly organized two armies outside, with a force of 20,000 men.

But the other Beijing camps relied on the magic flower to control their generals and replaced everything with their own officers and soldiers recruited from everywhere.

This not only conceals the truth, but also allows them to continuously take over weapons and equipment from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works.

Otherwise, it would be too tight a task to rely on the hundreds of craftsmen he recruited to provide weapons and equipment for tens of thousands of troops.

Ning Yi looked up in the direction of the imperial palace and muttered to himself that the old emperor was already terminally ill.

Who knows when he will die, and then it will be the time for several princes to fight for the imperial power and take the stage personally.

He even hoped that the old emperor would live a little longer so that he would have more time to expand his power.

"By the way, if there is a chance, we should also control that old fellow Zhao Yinghong."

Ning Yi gave instructions to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper bowed and accepted the order, then asked in confusion, "Your Highness, where is the Ministry of Revenue? And the Grain Reserves?"

The Ministry of Revenue controls the finances of the Dawu Kingdom, and the Grain Storage Bureau controls the grain. If they can control it, they will definitely be able to obtain a steady supply of money and grain.

Ning Yi shook his head slightly: "The Ministry of Revenue belongs to the Second Prince, there is no need to touch them for now."

"Besides," Ning Yi said with disdain, "the Ministry of Revenue was emptied out long ago due to corruption. The amount of grain available at the Grain Reserves is only good enough for the capital. How can there be any money or grain left?"

"But..." Ning Yi looked towards the direction of the palace: "If some officers of the Imperial Guards listen to this prince."

The shopkeeper immediately understood what he meant and promised to find a way to exploit the loopholes of the Imperial Guards.

At present, Ning Yi mainly controls officials who are responsible for developing his own military power, and does not touch other aspects.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and being discovered.

Ning Yi asked curiously, "What has the Fourth Prince been doing lately?"

"It's impossible to stay in the mansion and not go out, right?"

The Fourth Prince was beaten up by Emperor Wu and confined to the palace. Ning Yi didn't believe that the guy was very quiet.

The shopkeeper also knew that His Highness cared very much about the Fourth Prince, and had someone keeping a close eye on him.

"Your Highness, according to the spies' report, the Fourth Prince has just organized a caravan and is heading to Jiangdong to sell grain."

Ning Yi had a strange look in his eyes. This Fourth Prince really had a very sensitive nose.

Jiangdong was in urgent need of food, and a number of local noble families were dealt with by Gao Qingshui.

But others stored food and refused to sell it.

Officials and businessmen in Jiangnan colluded with each other, frantically storing grain, causing prices to skyrocket.

They colluded with the prime minister and were just waiting to make a fortune in Jiangdong.

Gao Qingshui often wrote letters to Ning Yi to complain that the food there was too expensive and he couldn't afford it at all. It was twenty times higher than the previous market price.

Ning Yi sneered: "Since they are so greedy, this prince will fatten them up before slaughtering them."

"Send a letter to Han Dingtian. All his grain has been stored in Jiangdong and cannot be stored. Not a single grain will be sold."

The shopkeeper just received the order and left.

Zeng Rou's young face was filled with shock. "Your Highness, if this continues, the people of Jiangdong will have no food to eat."

She was very worried about the people in her hometown of Jiangdong, and they were counting on the Sixth Prince for disaster relief.