We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Ren Kuan felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

In front of him, there is the most powerful leader with connections who was parachuted in, and behind him, there are colleagues who are eyeing his position and ready to stab him in the back at any time.

He has been in charge of the Jinyiwei for many years, and the commander of the Jinyiwei has also been promoted to the second-rank official position, which sounds good.

But in fact, all the power of the Jinyiwei was given by Emperor Qing. They were the extension of imperial power, and Ren Kuan was nothing more than the emperor's household slave.

Li Che is the biological son of Emperor Qing. What can Ren Kuan do when he comes here to seize power?

"I obey your orders, my subordinate." Ren Kuan bowed helplessly.

Li Che nodded coldly. Seeing that Ren Kuan looked dejected, while the other deputy commander Cao Yong was eager to try, a plan immediately came to his mind.

He looked at the two of them and softened his tone:

"I am only temporarily in charge of the command. I will return to Fengguo after the new year. The Jinyiwei will eventually be handed over to you for command."

The two were slightly stunned, and there was a light in their eyes.

"I know that this drastic reform is difficult for you to accept.

But you must also understand that the Jinyiwei are the emperor's personal army and the face of the court.

If the Jinyiwei are looked down upon by other officials and secretly called useless, would you as the commander feel proud?

You can endure the insults, but do you want your father to endure the rumors as well?"

Ren Kuan and the other two bowed and said, "We are ashamed."

Li Che remained silent and continued, "Do your best. I promise that I will give you a different Jinyiwei when the time comes."

"But who will take the position of commander in the future depends on your performance."

Ren Kuan was stunned and was about to say something.

Cao Yong, who was standing beside him, was the first to speak: "I am willing to serve Your Highness and serve you without hesitation!"

Ren Kuan curled the corner of his mouth and turned his head to look.

But Cao Yong's eyes were bright and there was light in them.

When Cao Yong married his wife who was ten years younger than him, Ren Kuan had never seen him so excited.

Cao Yong: Don’t blame me, I really want to improve!

Li Che also saw Cao Yong's enthusiasm and smiled: "Tongzhi Cao is so motivated. I have something for you to do."

"Please give me your instructions, Your Highness."

"Go find some skilled tailors, the more the better."

"Yes!" Cao Yong turned and left without asking why.

Looking at his back, Li Che's eyes were full of admiration.

What a good subordinate! He doesn’t ask so many questions and just works hard. He is a natural tool!

On the other hand, Ren Kuan, who was standing by, asked in confusion, "Your Highness, what do you want to find a tailor for?"

Li Che looked at him with some disdain. Compared to Lao Cao, Lao Ren's awareness was much lower.

However, Ren Kuan was already one of the few useful talents in the Jinyiwei, and Li Che was not too harsh on him.

"Of course I'll have to cut some clothes and change you into something new." Li Che made no secret of his disgust. "Your uniforms are so ugly! You wear these and you still have the nerve to call yourself a Jinyiwei?"

Cao Yong: ???

No, what does what you wear have to do with whether you are a Jinyiwei?

Li Che didn't say much to them. He waved his hand and sent everyone out to work.

There is less than a week left until the end of the year, and he has to settle the Jinyiwei matter before tomorrow.

Li Che asked people to prepare paper and pen, occupied Ren Kuan's room, and started writing and drawing quickly.

He did well in his drawing assignments, and after traveling through time, he often drew various drawings, and his skills were further improved.

Nowadays, drawing a clothing design sketch is easy.

There are many kinds of clothing for the Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, the most famous of which is the Feiyu suit.

It is worth mentioning that the Feiyu suit is not something that can be worn casually, and it is even more impossible for a Jinyiwei to wear it and flaunt it in public as shown in movies, TV dramas and novels.

Both Feiyufu and Qilinfu were honorary attire bestowed by the imperial court. Only middle and senior officials of the sixth rank and above, with the rank of centurions, were qualified to wear them after being explicitly awarded by the emperor.

Ordinary Jinyiwei usually wore blue cotton robes and belts, black gauze hats, and scimitars or long swords on their waists during their daily duties.

When performing tasks, they would also wear light armor on the outside, which was called "Tiqi".

Of course, no matter what kind of clothing it is, it looks much better than what the Jinyiwei in Daqing are wearing now.

The Jinyiwei of Daqing all wore blue short shirts, which were embroidered with brocade, but they did not look majestic, like waiters in a high-end restaurant.

Li Che's brain worked rapidly, and soon, the Feiyu suit in his memory appeared on the paper.

The Feiyu suit is designed as a single robe with an overlapping neckline, a single right lapel on top, wide sleeves and a cinched waist, and a wide hem in a "yisa" style.

The front chest, back, shoulders, sleeves and knees are woven with patterns of flying fish, flowing clouds, ocean waves and river cliffs.

These patterns are still handsome even in modern times, but they look a bit fancy for daily wear and are only suitable for cosplay exhibitions.

However, the aesthetics of ancient and modern times are very different. Most people in ancient times wore simple monochrome clothes because pigments were a luxury for them.

Only high-ranking officials and nobles can afford to wear gorgeous clothes, which is a symbol of status.

There are three main colors of flying fish suits: black, red and silver.

These colors correspond to different positions, black corresponds to the general flag, red corresponds to the thousand households, and silver corresponds to the hundred households.

But no matter which one, the color will be more vivid, as the saying goes, clothes make the man.

The bright colors and patterns can instantly distinguish the Jinyiwei from ordinary yamen runners, indirectly improving their status in the eyes of others.

Li Che stopped writing and carefully examined the details on the sketches.

Although he has a good memory, he certainly cannot restore the original appearance of the Feiyu suit 100%, but restoring 80% is enough.

Qiu Bai, who was standing by, showed envy in his eyes and couldn't help but say, "This outfit designed by Your Highness is really..."

"Looks handsome, right?" Li Che said with a smile.

Qiu Bai and Li Che had been together for so long that he had long been accustomed to Li Che's strange spoken language. He nodded repeatedly: "Handsome, very handsome."

"Don't be envious, you can wear it too." Li Che said again.

"Me?" Qiu Bai asked doubtfully, "I'm not a Jinyiwei..."

"The Imperial Guard is now just a hollow shell. None of those captains are capable of any real use. Do I really have to teach them personally?"

"You all have to take over for me. Become centurions first. When we leave, we will nominate suitable people to take your places."

"Yes, I will listen to Your Highness." Qiu Bai scratched his head and agreed.

Li Che put down the sketch of the Feiyu suit and started drawing the ordinary Jinyiwei blue uniform.

This uniform is much simpler, highlighting a clean and capable look.

As for the Embroidered Spring Sword or something like that, there is no time to make it, so an ordinary sword will do.

Li Che was working overtime to draw the map, while Ren Kuan left the Jinyiwei Yamen and went to the Yangxin Palace right away.

Walking into the hall with ease, Ren Kuan didn't dare look directly at the emperor behind the table. He lowered his head and knelt on one knee:

"Your Majesty, I, Ren Kuan, pay my respects to you."

"Get up." Emperor Qing seemed to have anticipated Ren Kuan's arrival. "What's the matter?"

Ren Kuan raised his head, his face showing a conflicted look:

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness..."