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May 1st, the hour of Zi (11pm-1am) had long passed, and the night in Fuzhou had become quiet. However, inside the palace in the north of the city, the atmosphere was gradually becoming lively.

First, palace servants came and went with messages, and then high officials arrived in haste with special tokens, knocking on the gate to enter.

In the past in Bianliang or Lin'an, such a thing would not have happened. Royal dignity was paramount. Even the biggest news could wait until the morning court. And if a special person really had to enter the palace at Zi hour, they would usually lower a hanging basket from the wall to pull them up.

But in these few months in Fuzhou, many rules and etiquette had been temporarily broken. Faced with a chaotic situation, the newly enthroned emperor, determined to revitalize the country, often stayed up all night. Although he mostly spent his nights studying, occasionally, when things happened in the city, he would leave the palace at night, or summon people overnight to inquire and seek advice. Before long, he even had the hanging basket removed and opened a side door for people to enter.

On this early morning of May, the emperor had originally planned to sleep after the hour of Zi, but his inquiries and studies on certain matters went overtime. Then, an urgent dispatch came from outside. Tie Tianying knew that another sleepless night was ahead.

He patrolled the palace city, urging the guards to be vigilant. This former veteran constable was nearly sixty years old, with half his head of hair white, but his eyes were sharp and his energy was well-contained. In the past few months, he had been responsible for the security of the new emperor, arranging everything in an orderly manner.

Compared to the few grandmasters of the past, Tie Tianying's skills could only be considered first-rate at best. He had fought for decades, suffered numerous injuries, and his control of his body and cultivation of martial arts were far from reaching the realm of Zhou Tong, Lin Zongwu, and others. But when it came to the knack for fighting, the control of the underworld, and the understanding of employing people in the court, he could be considered one of the few people in the court who understood the underworld, and in the underworld who understood the court.

In the past ten years or so, he first accompanied Li Pin to kill Ning Yi, and then resigned from his official position in disappointment. In the general trend of the world, the old constable could not see a way out. Later, he had frequent interactions with Li Pin and built the Caohai Gang in the Central Plains to pass on information for Li Pin. He also had the intention of gathering talented people from all over the world to contribute. When the Jianshuo Dynasty collapsed and the world was in chaos, Tie Tianying did witness the new emperor Junwu's journey of fighting and resisting all the way.

In the middle and later stages of that escape, Tie Tianying had already been organizing people to be responsible for Junwu's safety. In the few months in Fuzhou, he had arranged the palace guards and the underworld in all aspects properly. Otherwise, given Junwu's hands-on approach and public appearances during this period, he would have encountered more than just a few assassinations that were all bark and no bite.

In the past, he was in the court but often felt disheartened. But recently, seeing the young emperor's actions and that heartfelt striving, Tie Tianying was given more inspiration in his will. Now, even if he was asked to die for the other party immediately, he would not frown. Therefore, in Fuzhou, he carefully selected and strictly disciplined his subordinates. He himself did not amass wealth or bend the law. He was sophisticated but could refuse favors. The various malpractices that could be seen in the Six Fan School in the past were basically swept away by his side.

Therefore, in this city, there were Yue Fei and Han Shizhong leading the army outside, and Tie Tianying controlling the inner court guards inside. The Princess's mansion and the Secret Investigation Division had intelligence, and Li Pin had propaganda... It was a small-scale control like an iron bucket, and this control was being strengthened day by day.

The rising sun always gives people hope.

After inspecting the not-so-large palace city, people had begun to arrive at the side gate one after another. Wen Ren'erbui arrived earliest, followed by Cheng Zhouhai, and then Li Pin... These people, who were once under Qin Si-yuan and had intricate connections with Ning Yi, had not been arranged in important positions in the court. Instead, they were always acting as multi-faceted aides-de-camp, performing the duties of prime ministers. After seeing Tie Tianying, they greeted each other and then inquired about Junwu's whereabouts.

Tie Tianying said, "After receiving the report, His Majesty sat in the study for a while, then took a walk to the Yangnan Hall. I heard he also asked for a pot of wine."

"Yangnan Hall..."

Cheng Zhouhai laughed. Wen Ren'erbui had a complicated expression. Li Pin frowned: "This will be criticized if it spreads."

Tie Tianying said, "His Majesty is happy, who dares to criticize?"

Li Pin glanced at him: "Old Tie, a minister should regard loyal advice as beautiful."

Tie Tianying cupped his fist and smiled: "I am just a guard. Giving advice is the business of you adults."

"If the advice fails, and you're dragged out to be beaten, that's your Tie adult's responsibility."

"There will be care taken at that time. It will be a light beating."

Cheng Zhouhai and Wen Ren'erbui both laughed. Li Pin shook his head and sighed. In fact, although Cheng and Wen Ren had some conflicts with Tie Tianying during Qin Si-yuan's time, these grudges had been resolved during their journey together in the second half of last year. The two sides could even joke with each other, but thinking of Yangnan Hall, they still couldn't help but frown.

After the new court was established in Fuzhou, the temporary requisitioned palace, Yangnan Hall occupies a large area, but its main function is to worship and commemorate the former emperors and meritorious officials of the Wu Dynasty. In the main hall are the emperors of the Wu Dynasty, and on the sides are the positions of many meritorious officials, such as Qin Si-yuan. Junwu occasionally went there, and he was actually worshiping Qin Si-yuan, Princess Chengguo Zhou Xuan, and others - Kang Xian was a *Son-in-Law*, so there was no tablet here, but worshiping Zhou Xuan was equivalent to worshiping Kang Xian.

The problem is that Ning Yi in the Southwest defeated the Jurchens, and you run to comfort your ancestors, how would Zhou Zhe think? What about the late emperor who died at sea? This is not comforting, this is slapping in the face. If it spreads clearly, encountering a staunch official from the Ministry of Rites, he might even kill himself by hitting a pillar.

"It is still necessary to keep it secret. His Majesty's actions tonight must not be spread." After the joking, Li Pin still whispered a reminder to Tie Tianying, and Tie Tianying nodded: "Understood."

Li Pin couldn't help but sigh again. Several people went to the side hall of the Imperial Study, looking at each other, and did not speak for a while. Ning Yi's victory was the most complicated for them. They could not cheer, and it was not good to talk about it. Whether it was the truth or lies, saying it would inevitably be tangled. After a while, Zhou Pei also came. She only wore light makeup and a simple dress, her expression calm. After arriving, she called someone to bring Junwu back from Yangnan Hall.

Before long, footsteps sounded, and Junwu's figure appeared at the door of the side hall. His eyes were still calm, and he smiled when he saw the people in the hall, but he was still unconsciously shaking the intelligence composed of three pages of paper in his right hand. The crowd saluted, and he smiled: "Exempt from ceremony. Go to the study." As he spoke, he walked to the side.

The Imperial Study was brightly lit. Hanging in front was a map of the now fragmented Wu Dynasty, which was a kind of shame for the Wu Dynasty officials who entered here every day. Around the map hung some handmade objects related to material science. The desk was piled with official documents. Junwu held the intelligence and faced the map. After everyone came in, he turned around. Only then could they see the slight redness in the corner of his eyes in the light. There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

He had probably run to Yangnan Hall to cry and drank some wine. He was not shy about it at this time, and smiled: "Sit wherever you want. Everyone knows the news, right? Good thing." In the nearly one year since he ascended the throne, he had sometimes rushed to the front lines, sometimes personally comforted refugees, shouting and shouting until he was hoarse. Now his voice was slightly hoarse, but it also seemed more vicissitudes and steady. Everyone nodded. Seeing that Junwu did not sit, they naturally did not sit. Junwu's palm tapped the table, circled halfway, and then sat directly on the steps next to it.

In the Imperial Study, the side with the desk was higher than this side, so there were these steps. Seeing him sitting on the ground, Zhou Pei frowned, went over and pulled him up, and pushed him back to the chair behind the desk. Junwu had a good personality and did not resist. He sat there with a smile on his face.

Cheng Zhouhai, Wen Ren'erbui, and Li Pin looked at each other. After hesitating for a while, they were about to advise when Junwu raised both of his hands on the other side of the table and slammed them hard on the desk. He stood up, and his expression became serious. Tie Tianying looked over from the door.

"I know why you are not happy, but I! Am! Very! Happy!"

Having been in a high position for a long time, one will have majesty. Although Junwu had only been enthroned for a year, the things he had experienced, the choices and torments between life and death, had already given him a lot of majesty and momentum, but he usually did not show it in front of these people - especially his sister - but at this moment, after looking around, he opened his mouth word by word. First using "I", then calling himself "I, the emperor."

He raised the intelligence in his hand, then slapped it on the table.

"Since the end of March, all the news we have received has been good news! Since last year, when we were chased and killed by the Jurchens all the way, when we were fighting losing battles, the intelligence we received from the Southwest was good news! Yu Yu! Dalai! Yin Shuke! Ba Lisu! Wanyan Xiebao! Wanyan Sheyema! These names died one by one! In today's news, Wanyan Sheyema was split open by the Huaxia Army in front of Nianhan the old dog, one knife at a time! In front of his face, his son was split open knife by knife! Nianhan and Xi Yin could only escape! This news! I am very happy! I wish I could watch Nianhan's eyes in Hanzhong!"

"But I can't see it!" Junwu waved his hand, paused slightly, his lips trembling, "Have you forgotten the Jingping Humiliation today? Have you forgotten what happened since last year? The Jiangning Massacre... I have not forgotten! Reaching this step is our incompetence, but someone has done this, we can't deny our conscience and say this is not good, I! Am very happy. I, the emperor, am very happy."

"Your Majesty..." Wen Ren'erbui cupped his hands, wanting to say something but stopping.

Junwu stood there and was silent for a moment. When Wen Ren'erbui opened his mouth, he waved his hand: "Of course I know why you are wearing a long face, and I also know what you want to say. You know that being too happy is not appropriate, and you want to persuade me. I understand all of this. These years, you have been my relatives, my good teachers, and helpful friends, but... after being the emperor for half a year, I have figured out one thing, we must have the bearing to embrace the world."

His gaze swept over the people in the hall, and he took a breath: "The Wu Dynasty has been beaten into this state, the Jurchens have bullied my Han people to this extent! Just because the Huaxia Army is hostile to us, I will not admit that they have done well? They have defeated the Jurchens, and we still have to feel like our parents have died and feel that a great disaster is coming? Are we thinking about the safety of the people of this world, or are we thinking about the fancy hat on our heads?"

"What is 'striving for self-improvement'? Do we rely on our large territory to slowly drag things out until the Jurchen people are corrupted and the Huaxia Army is gone, and then we recover the world? We must say things clearly, clearly. The so-called 'striving for self-improvement' is to understand one's own faults and understand the failures of the past! Correct oneself and become stronger! Our goal is also to defeat the Jurchens. If the Jurchens are corrupted and weakened, we must defeat them. If the Jurchens are still as powerful as before, even if Wanyan Aguda is reborn, we must defeat him! This is 'striving for self-improvement'! There is no room for compromise!"

"In the past, the Jurchens were very powerful! Today, the Huaxia Army is very powerful! Maybe someone else will be very powerful tomorrow! Oh, today we see that the Huaxia Army has defeated the Jurchens, and we are so frightened that we tremble, feeling that this is bad news... Such people are not qualified to seize the world!" Junwu waved his hand sharply, his eyes serious, his eyes like a tiger, "You can advise me on many things, but on this matter, I have thought it through and don't need to be persuaded."

"I want to be this emperor, to recover the world, it is for those people who died unjustly, so that they will not die again. Our Wu Dynasty has failed people, and I don't want to fail them again! I don't want to be a trembling, dark-minded weakling. Seeing that the enemy is a little stronger, I want to have bad intentions of this kind or that kind. The Huaxia Army is strong, which means they can do it – why can't we do what they can do! If you can't do it, what kind of emperor are you? It means you are not worthy to be the emperor! It means you should die –"

His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were slightly red. He paused here and looked at the people: "I know, it's not that you are unhappy about this matter, but you can only be like this. I understand all your advice, and I accept it all. This matter can only be said by me, so let's make it clear here."

His hand pointed on the table: "This matter! We want to celebrate with the whole world! We must have such a bearing, without hiding it. I am very happy about what the Huaxia Army has done! Everyone should be happy! Don't want the emperor to live ten thousand years, to be everlasting. There is no everlasting dynasty! In the past few years, a bunch of people have been lingering on with dirty minds, here forging alliances and there engaging in distant diplomacy and close attacks. They can't breathe anymore! In the future, if we can't compare to the Huaxia Army, then we will die. This world wants us to die! But today, there are also people outside who say that the Huaxia Army will not last long. If we are more powerful than them and defeat them, it means we can last long. We must pursue such longevity! This can be spread, told to the people of the world!"

Junwu's words were impassioned and sonorous, and then he slapped the table: "Li Qing, when you go back later, it will be in the newspaper tomorrow – I, the emperor, said it!"