Chapter 104

In any case, after this battle, Shengjing and the various Junxian of Liaoxi are likely lost.

Rather than waiting for the Great Ming to attack, it is better to surrender voluntarily to gain some breathing room.

Unexpectedly, Fan Wencheng pointed at the map and whispered lowly,

"Your Majesty, currently the might of the Central Plains' army is at its peak; regarding the Battle of Xingshan as a national shame, knowing shame then leads to courage, thus everyone from top to bottom is of one mind."

Having said this.

Fan Wencheng's expression immediately turned cold and gloomy.

"Therefore, rather than exhausting the Great Qing's national strength to fight the Great Ming to the death in Liaoxi, it is better to gift the Great Ming a great victory!"

Huang Taiji's brows furrowed tightly, and he murmured lowly,

"Gift the Great Ming a great victory?"

"A great victory?!"

Thinking of this, Huang Taiji's eyes immediately lit up.

"The reason why all Han people under heaven are currently of one mind is nothing other than to avenge the shame."

"If I gift them a great victory, help them avenge the shame, and along the way remove the imperial title..."

As Huang Taiji spoke these words, a gratified smile inevitably appeared on his face.

Fan Wencheng immediately whispered lowly,

"Your Majesty is wise; in fact, this is Zhu Youjian's strategy."

"I am merely using his own methods against him."

"In the situation of family and state, victory is not victory, defeat is not defeat."

"The Battle of Xingshan, seemingly the Great Qing won, but in reality the Great Qing suffered a crushing defeat, instead giving the Great Ming a chance to catch its breath."

"But if it were reversed, the Great Qing gifts Zhu Youjian a great victory, even allowing the Great Ming to avenge its shame."

"I dare guarantee."

"Li Zicheng and Gao Yingxiang, originally, would immediately raise the banner of rebellion."

"Even if Zhu Youjian now recruits more ambitious men, the court officials will be corrupted by those great families of the Southeast in the shortest time, their feathers plucked."

"These officials in the court are merely skin and fur."

Having said this, a cunning smile inevitably appeared on Fan Wencheng's face.

You Zhu Youjian, isn't what you want nothing more than to replicate the Jingkang Shame once again?

Then I shall give you a one-to-one restoration.

Back then, during the Jingkang Shame, when the Yue Family Army marched north in great force, wasn't it after achieving a series of great victories that the Han people lost their own formation?

Fan Wencheng firmly believed.

As long as all Han people under heaven firmly believe the great shame has been avenged.

The Great Ming will return to that state of the sun setting in the west at the fastest speed!

89, Su Qiao: So moved, finally eating the last meal before execution!

Qianqing Palace in the Chongzhen reign.

After Zhu Youjian once again crossed out a batch of scholars and officials, he finally slowly put down the Memorial to the throne in his hand.

Wang Chengen, standing beside Zhu Youjian, advised with some heartache,

"Your Majesty, the hour is late; our days are long, we should rest."

On Zhu Youjian's face, which showed every sign of exhaustion, a smile finally appeared.

"I have finally pulled our Great Ming back."

When Zhu Youjian spoke these words.

The vast Qianqing Palace fell into a dead silence.

Since Zhu Youjian ascended the throne.

Only they knew how much Zhu Youjian wanted to govern this country well.

But natural disasters and war disasters simply refused to let this twilight-year empire have even a moment of breathing room.

Wang Chengen, with a voice somewhat choked, looked at Zhu Youjian and smiled,

"Master, Your Majesty, Grand Secretary Sun and the others are already drafting the memorial regarding the eastern expedition to Liaodong."

"Even if this were placed last year, I would not have dared to even think of it!"

A ruthless expression gradually appeared on Zhu Youjian's face.

If possible.

He wished he could immediately dispatch troops to Liaodong, dig up Nurhaci's grave and whip his corpse.

However, fortunately, this day is not far off.

In the middle of the night.

Zhu Youjian sent a message to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Emperor Sizong Lie:

"Great Grandfather, the Grand Council plans to train a new army of one hundred thousand and a navy of fifty thousand; within three years, we will recover all of Liaodong."

"We Zhu family members have not died in vain!"

On the other end, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the message in the chat group with gratification.

To speak honestly.

Regarding this descendant Zhu Youjian, Zhu Yuanzhang was quite satisfied.

Zhu Yuanzhang had once worried greatly that the Great Ming would perish in the hands of a foolish ruler who did not attend to court affairs.

But never in a million years did he expect that the Great Ming's last ruler would be Zhu Youjian, such a "conventional" Emperor.

After pondering for a long time.

Only then did a faint smile finally spread across Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

Great Ancestor, the High Emperor:

"It is indeed hard on you. If every emperor of our Zhu family reviewed memorials to the throne until this hour, how could Liaodong have rotted away so utterly?"

This was Zhu Yuanzhang's positive assessment of Zhu Youjian.

Affirmation from the ancestors.

Just as Zhu Yuanzhang set down the memorial to the throne, preparing to rest, he raised his head, saw the Embroidered Uniform Guard on duty beside him tonight, and asked casually,

"Is that rascal Su Qiao doing well lately?"

Upon hearing this, the Embroidered Uniform Guard immediately replied,

"Reporting to Your Majesty, he is not dead yet; he can eat and drink."

These seven words were enough to prove that Su Qiao's days in the Imperial Prison were rather comfortable.

A complex expression inevitably appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

Finally, he let out a long sigh of 517 breaths and snorted,

"That rascal has at least some merit."

"Tell your Regional Commander to bring some food over tomorrow; do not say it is from us."

"This humble officer receives the imperial decree!"

……

……

The next day at noon.

Just as Su Qiao was, as usual, chatting idly with the surrounding "fellow prisoners,"

the main gate of the Imperial Prison suddenly opened.

Jiang Huan walked into the Imperial Prison carrying a large table of chives.

And the "fellow prisoners," who had been listening with keen interest, saw their smiles abruptly vanish the moment they spotted the wine and dishes.

Everyone's gaze focused on that table of wine and dishes.

They feared Jiang Huan would simply stop at their own Lao Sect door.

Fortunately, Jiang Huan's footsteps ultimately landed outside Su Qiao's cell.

Jiang Huan waved his hand and said,

"Set these foods before Lord Su."

"Yes!"