Chapter 192

"I didn't see it. Is that not good? Must the Huang of our Zhu family be like a weasel giving birth to rats, with each generation worse than the last?"

The achievements Jiajing established in history might fall far short of Zhu Di and Zhu Yuanzhang.

But if one speaks of political maneuvering, slander, and playing with power.

Zhu Di and Zhu Yuanzhang are clearly a tier below Jiajing.

Yang Tinghe outside the Taimiao sensed something was amiss.

But the hundred officials behind him were clearly already unable to sit still.

Several censors who had rushed to the scene stared fixedly at Qian Ning kneeling outside the Taimiao, too lazy even to kneel properly.

They immediately stood up, pointed at Qian Ning's nose, and began to scold him bitterly, saying

"You treacherous villain! The affairs of the world are about to be ruined by your hands. How dare you kneel before the spirit tablets of our Great Ming's Liezulie Sect?!"

With someone taking the lead.

The crowd of censors and newly appointed jinshi scholars behind him immediately became eager to act.

At this moment, Qian Ning, unaware of his impending doom, stared at the censor behind him and shouted angrily

"My Imperial Father is currently offering sacrifices to our Great Ming's Liezulie Sect. Who are you to dare make noise at the Taimiao!"

"Why are you all standing there stunned! Why not quickly beat and kill this person and throw him out?!"

A squad of the Embroidered Uniform Guard immediately arrived outside the Taimiao.

All the Embroidered Uniform Guard placed their hands on the Embroidered Spring Swords at their waists.

But when these Embroidered Uniform Guard looked at those scholar-officials, not a single one dared to lift their heads.

For no other reason.

Because they knew that what those censors said was correct.

They knew they were aiding a tyrant in his evil deeds.

Seeing Qian Ning acting like a wild beast, those censors immediately fell to their knees outside the Taimiao, weeping and wailing as they cried out

"Your Majesty! Please come out and take a look. The Great Ming state is about to hang upside down. Your Majesty must not be further deceived by treacherous villains!"

As the crying gradually spread.

The entire Taimiao was immediately shrouded in a sorrowful atmosphere.

Soon, the group of Hanlin academists at the very back, who had been making requests, could no longer sit still.

They immediately stood up, pointed at the distant Qian Ning, and began to scold him angrily, saying

"Treacherous villain! Do you truly intend to cause chaos throughout our Great Ming before you are willing to stop?!"

Hearing the clamor of the ministers outside.

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face gradually stiffened.

Because he saw that Jiajing had not yet moved!

Zhu Yuanzhang stared fixedly at Jiajing and muttered in a low voice

"Do you truly intend to wait until blood splashes across the Taimiao before you stand up and act?!"

"It is about time!"

Jiajing, sitting inside the Taimiao, remained completely unmoved.

Seeing Jiajing's appearance as if an old monk in deep meditation, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression gradually grew gloomy.

Until this moment.

Jiajing finally let out a long sigh and said

"Ancestral Grandfather, when has the Yellow River ever run clear?"

"Loyalty is not loyalty, treachery is not treachery; why should the Taizu show pity?"

Some people spoke one or two good words.

That does not mean they are good people.

Some people committed one or two wrong deeds.

That does not mean they are bad people.

This is Jiajing's way of being a ruler.

Whether treacherous ministers or loyal ministers.

They are merely his chess pieces; use them when needed.

Discard them when needed.

Hearing this, even Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but calm his spirit again.

And the clamor outside the Taimiao continued.

Hearing the shouting and cursing of the censors and Hanlin scholars.

Qian Ning, who was usually accustomed to being domineering, suddenly came to his senses, stared fixedly at the few censors outside the hall, and growled

"How dare you be so presumptuous!"

"I have been appointed Provincial Military Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. How can I allow you to speak nonsense before the Son of Heaven!"

"Why are you all standing there stunned! Why not act immediately!"

Qian Ning was the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Before the Son of Heaven appeared, his orders were military orders!

With Qian Ning's angry shout.

The squad of Embroidered Uniform Guard standing behind him, even if unwilling, had to charge towards the group of censors in the distance.

How could the censors of the Great Ming endure such humiliation.

Seeing that they held the moral high ground, how could they let go of this opportunity to leave their names in history?

"Traitor! Today, either you die or I do! Give up your life!"

With that, someone lunged at Qian Ning.

Yet in Qian Ning's mind, he could not help but recall a senior of his.

— Ma Shun.

That precious great-nephew of Wang Zhen.

He was the one who was beaten to death right on the throne hall by the ministers.

These scholars are truly willing to fight you to the death!

Watching the censors, claws bared and teeth gnashing, rush toward him.

Qian Ning could not help but panic.

Almost instinctively, he drew the Embroidered Spring Blade from a nearby personal guard.

Seeing this, Yang Tinghe suddenly realized why Zhu Houzhao had been waiting inside the Taimiao and not coming out!

Yang Tinghe was just about to speak and stop him.

Before Yang Tinghe's voice could even emerge.

Everything has already been too late.

Qian Ning had already charged straight at those censors.

Then a flash of cold light appeared.

In an instant, the Taimiao was shrouded in a scent of blood.

Having drawn blood, Qian Ning immediately went mad, slashing left and right; before long, several censors lay in pools of blood.

Looking at the censors lying on the ground.

Qian Ning's expression was grotesque, his chest heaving constantly as he stared fiercely at the hundred officials before him and growled.

"This Director dares to ask who dares to make noise!"

Seeing this, Yang Tinghe could not help but slowly close his eyes.

Everything has already ended.

Yet when Yang Tinghe carefully tallied it all, he could not help but discover that from beginning to end, this matter.

Only now did Yang Tinghe come to his senses.

Whether Qian Ning drew his sword or not.

The outcome of the entire affair was already destined.

Qian Ning had merely chosen the most tragic course of action for himself.

Even if today there was no blood splashed upon the Taimiao.

Qian Ning would still be driven to death by the relentless flood of Memorials to the throne and remonstrations unto death.