Chapter 348: Your Majesty being like this is all taught by you, Zhang Zhang Juzheng!

The confidence of Zhang Zhang Juzheng and the Ming Emperor Zhu Zhu Yijun to push forward the New Policies without restraint was nothing else but those 100,000 soldiers of the Capital Battalion. These 100,000 people were the basic confidence that the Ming Emperor dared to be so reckless.

This army was different from other armies in too many ways. But if one had to summarize it, it could be summed up in one sentence, in just eight characters: "Report to the Son of Heaven above, save the common people below." These four words at the end destined this army to be an invincible strong army.

No one could defeat them, except for the Ming imperial court. It sounded funny, but the reason the Ming imperial court could defeat them was only because this army never turned its blades inward. Qi Qi Jiguang was two different people inside and outside the Great Wall.

Outside the Great Wall, Qi Qi Jiguang was the well-deserved King of the Northern Border. Anda Khan and Tumet Khan could not take even the slightest advantage in Qi Qi Jiguang's hands. Inside the Great Wall, Qi Qi Jiguang was very easy to bully. Without the protection of the Emperor and Zhang Zhang Juzheng, Qi Qi Jiguang was dealt with by Wang Wang Chonggu when he came to the capital to receive rewards in the first year of Emperor Wanli.

How long could this army last? Zhu Zhu Yijun could not guarantee. The only thing he could guarantee was that as long as he was alive, this army would not lose its faith.

Under the feudal imperial system where "thieves come like a comb, soldiers come like a rake, and officials come like a razor," the existence of such an army was an invincible existence.

Why were they invincible? The Western envoy Li Li Yashi once lived in the Northern Great Camp for several months to study this question, and finally gave an evaluation: they were a group of Paladins that existed in reality, and there were 100,000 of them.

Paladins were Holy Temple Warriors, a legend widely circulated in the West. Counting the defender Charlemagne, there were only thirteen in total. They were the concrete embodiment of Western chivalry, the highest model of morality, and the concrete incarnation of humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, honesty, justice, and spirituality.

Such Holy Temple Warriors only circulated in legends and legendary stories, not in reality. And Li Li Yashi saw such Holy Temple Warriors in the Ming, and there were 100,000 of them.

After Li Li Yashi learned in detail about the actions of the Ming Capital Battalion's 100,000 soldiers, he wrote this in his travelogue:

"The warriors of the capital never rob civilians, whether marching or stationed. If they have needs, they always purchase the goods they need at a very fair price. Even if the civilians refuse to take the money out of fear of violence or support for this army, they still leave the money behind. This is justice; this is honesty."

"The warriors of the capital never bully men or women. They have iron-like discipline and also have faith like Holy Temple Warriors. They are loyal to the monarch and also loyal to every person on this land. This is loyalty and honor. They have shaped an iron will with mortal bodies to guard their faith."

"The warriors of the capital protect the common people at the bottom. I have witnessed with my own eyes that when they were stationed in the capital, they raided everywhere to wipe out bandits in the vicinity of the capital. When I first arrived in the Ming, even in the Celestial Empire, ten miles outside the capital, there were bandits in groups of ten or a hundred. And wiping out bandits was the training of the warriors of the capital. In battle, they are filled with compassion and sacrifice."

"The warriors of the capital help the elderly, children, and women, and adopt those poor children who have been abandoned for various reasons. And these children, when they grow up, still become warriors of the capital. They only become more heroic, more humble, and eliminate the enemies pointed at by the sword tip of the Ming Emperor."

"The warriors of the capital, they are living Paladins, and for generations, endlessly. They use the swords in their hands to guard the civilization of the Celestial Empire."

"This is a group of living legends, even more pious than Paladins. It is a pity that the warriors of the capital believe in their ancestors, their king, their imperial court, and their common people. Of course, this is also the most fortunate thing. Such an army does not exist with conquest as its highest goal."

Li Li Yashi's evaluation of the warriors of the capital, that is, the Capital Battalion's sharp soldiers, was very objective and fair.

Because in his travelogue, his evaluation of the Ming Emperor was: "As the supreme monarch of the Celestial Empire, the Ming Emperor who possesses the four seas is actually so stingy and extremely greedy, so much so that people always wonder how the wise Prime Minister taught such an Emperor, and then people very naturally attribute the blame to the eunuchs."

For the Ming Emperor Zhu Zhu Yijun, who could send Li Li Yashi to the Dissection Institute without saying a word, without any reason, and slice him into tens of thousands of pieces to make a specimen with pine resin, Li Li Yashi spoke so maliciously. It can be seen how objective and true Li Li Yashi's evaluation in the travelogue was.

This passage by Li Li Yashi about people attributing the blame to eunuchs had a very clear meaning: he personally believed that the Emperor's stingy and greedy nature was innate, not anyone else's problem.

Of course, after the Ming Emperor Zhu Zhu Yijun finished reading Li Li Yashi's travelogue, he did not make any instructions to modify this passage, but only left one sentence: "I am just such a person."

The warriors of the capital, the Capital Battalion's sharp soldiers, were a group of Paladins comparable to, or even surpassing, those processed by countless legendary stories. This was the confidence Zhu Zhu Yijun had to be reckless. Those wealthy households in Xitucheng were so angry that their teeth itched, and they bit their back teeth to pieces, but they didn't dare to let the contradictions escalate further, because those sharp soldiers in the Northern Great Camp would truly wipe them out.

And the Embroidered Uniform Guards, Red-Helmet Generals, and Great Han Generals responsible for protecting Zhu Zhu Yijun were partly from hereditary meritorious guards, and the other large part was selected from the sharp soldiers—the Night Scouts of the watchtowers, and the Water-Flying coastal defense inspectors.

Buyan, the eldest son of Tumet Khan and the heir to the suzerain Great Khan of the grasslands, stood in front of the Zhao Wenhua Hall, looking at the towering buildings, his eyes slightly dull. He was a bit distracted, thinking about where his tribe was headed.

"Proclaim the audience of Tumet Khan's envoy, Buyan." The small eunuch hung his voice, pulling Buyan's thoughts back. He tidied his clothes and walked into the Zhao Wenhua Hall.

"Paying respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years." Buyan performed the five-bows-and-three-knocks ceremony very respectfully, bowing his head and ears to pay his respects. He was very cautious, not daring to let his demeanor show the slightest flaw, because this audience concerned the life and safety of the various tribes of the Left Wing.

"No need for formalities." Zhu Zhu Yijun said with a smile, "Buyan, your Han language is very fluent, so there's no need to find an interpreter."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the praise." Buyan knocked his head again before standing up.

"I heard that Anda Khan has made a move on the Left Wing. Aggressive like fire, in a single day, he looted nearly thirty tribes, and Tumet Khan suffered heavy losses." Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at Buyan. In fact, Buyan and the Han people did not have much difference in appearance. If he changed his left-lapel to a right-lapel and combed his hair more neatly, he would look even more like one.

Wan Wan Shihe had specifically discussed this issue, about whether the Northern Tatars outside the Great Wall were descendants of the Huaxia people. Wan Wan Shihe cited the "Records of the Grand Historian," which said: "The Xiongnu, their ancestors were descendants of the Zi Xia Dynasty."

The Xiongnu were the origin of the various Northern tribes. Since the Xiongnu were also descendants of the Huaxia people, it was naturally logical that all the tribes living and multiplying on the Northern border were descendants of the Huaxia people. This was for the sake of the claim. For example, the Mughal Empire, which had been communicating very frequently with the Ming recently, called themselves Mughal people. Then the Ming, as the orthodox dynasty of the Central Plains, possessed the claim.

In terms of ritual and law, many things cannot be distinguished by intuition. Ritual and law are ritual and law, and practice is practice, which are different.

"Then, since you have stayed in the capital for a long time without leaving, what are you begging me to bestow upon you? You know, I am just such a person—stingy and greedy. Without enough chips, I won't give even a fraction more." Zhu Zhu Yijun used a tone close to charity to say these words. The reason he could be so righteous was that the Left Wing tribes Buyan belonged to were the defeated opponents of Qi Qi Jiguang and the Capital Battalion.

The Ming army won.

War is like this: when you lose, even breathing is wrong.

"Begging the great Emperor to bestow the title of Prince upon my father." Buyan bowed his head again and said, "The wool on the grasslands can be supplied to the Ming free of charge in the future."

"Hmm, very good." Zhu Zhu Yijun was very satisfied with this chip. Even without the extremely profitable worsted wool business, worsted wool itself was an excellent fabric, and the same went for coarse wool. But any goods involving clothing, food, housing, and transportation were worthy of attention.

Zhu Zhu Yijun agreed to the first condition. The reason Anda Khan launched the war this time was wool, and this was not a fake banner pulled out to launch a war, but a real reason. The peace faction represented by San San Niangzi had a huge number of supporters in the Northern Tatar Right Wing, which was also the Ming's Jin Kingdom. This was also the reason why San San Niangzi could hold Anda Khan hostage.

And Anda Khan attacking the Left Wing was not without reason, but because the peace faction and the war faction under his command had reached a consensus.

The Left and Right wings of the Northern Tatars had formed a substantial conflict of interest in the wool business. The existence of Tumet Khan and his supply of wool to the Ming caused heavy losses to the Right Wing of Anda Khan and San San Niangzi. The supply of bulk raw materials could be provided by the Right Wing, or by Tumet Khan's Left Wing. In this way, San San Niangzi completely lost her bargaining power.

"Do you need anything else?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked curiously, "This time, Anda Khan is coming aggressively, and he has been winning battles his whole life. He is indeed very strong."

Anda Khan's military talent was extremely high. He had been entangled with the Ming for twenty-five years without falling behind. It was no exaggeration to say that the existence of the Right Wing and Anda Khan's brilliant military achievements were its cornerstone.

"Need intelligence." Buyan did not mention military equipment, did not mention firearms, did not mention military aid, but mentioned intelligence. He said very sincerely again, "Your Majesty, my father is not a cunning wild wolf on the grasslands; he is a gyrfalcon on the grasslands."

"In fact, it is also true. Whether it was Subuhai leading the Chaohua tribes in Liaodong, or Dong Dong Huli in the Daning Guard, they have brought many troubles to the Ming, and my father is their king."

Tumet Khan was not weak. The reason he appeared weak was because he met Qi Qi Jiguang. Before Qi Qi Jiguang fought outside the Great Wall, a ten-thousand-household commander under Tumet Khan, Subuhai, could fight back and forth with Li Li Chengliang in Liaodong, and Dong Dong Huli even beheaded the Miyun Regional Commander Tang Tang Kekuan at the Gubeikou.

Li Li Chengliang was already one of the few Ming generals who could fight outside the Great Wall and win.

This was something that couldn't be helped. Who told the Ming to have such a person as Qi Qi Jiguang? And what Qi Qi Jiguang was best at was training troops, building armies, not meeting Qi Qi Jiguang. Tumet Khan was a Tatar King who could break through the Xifengkou and invade the capital in the first year of Emperor Longqing. That was also a fierce name outside. The reason he appeared embarrassed now was all because he was beaten by Qi Qi Jiguang.

Being beaten by Qi Qi Jiguang was not shameful. How many such figures with unique military talent like Qi Qi Jiguang could there be in the Central Plains, where people are outstanding and the land is spiritual, throughout the dynasties?

Anda Khan was strong, but Tumet Khan still had the confidence to fight. Additional military aid was a bit of a far-off water that couldn't quench the near thirst for Tumet Khan, and it was very difficult to achieve. Every firearm the Ming gave to Tumet Khan might eventually be shot at the Ming army. Buyan believed that the Ming Emperor, who loved his soldiers like his own children, had a high probability of not agreeing.

The Ming Emperor was not a complicated person. He was easy to understand, and there was no need to guess the imperial will. A monarch who had gone to the Capital Battalion to inspect troops every day for seven years, rain or shine, naturally loved his soldiers like his own children.

"You are very smart." Zhu Zhu Yijun heard Buyan's conditions. Buyan was truly very smart. If he asked for military equipment, Zhu Zhu Yijun really wouldn't give it. Even if the Ming could control the quantity of gunpowder exports and make the donated firearms useless, Zhu Zhu Yijun still wouldn't agree, because Tumet Khan was too close.

"Attack the far and befriend the near" was the political wisdom left by the ancestors. Zhu Zhu Yijun was useless in military talent, but his political talent was indeed extremely high. This was a political talent recognized by Zhang Zhang Juzheng. His Majesty's thinking on politics was like a big hammer hitting Zhang Zhang Juzheng's ideological steel stamp.

"Then what is the price? Does the Left Wing have any other price to pay?" Zhu Zhu Yijun was very concerned about this point. There was no free lunch in the world. Free was not really free; free was more expensive.

Buyan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "10,000 warhorses every year, 30,000 pack horses, and 1,000 cattle."

"A very generous price." Zhu Zhu Yijun was also very satisfied with this price. The reason Buyan proposed intelligence support was that the intelligence collected by the Ming's watchtower Night Scouts was more accurate and timely than the intelligence collected by the Left Wing.

"Can you give a little more? I am already very satisfied with this price, but people, after all, are insatiable." Zhu Zhu Yijun was very satisfied with the price, but he wanted more. He thought for a moment and said, "500 stallions every year."

Buyan's mouth twitched. The Ming Emperor was truly greedy!

"Can!" Buyan finally agreed. The Ming was powerful, and since he had something to ask of the Ming, he had to accept the Ming Emperor's price increase. He could only agree, not disagree.

Buyan had stayed in the capital for half a year. The fact that the Mughal envoy Shah Muhammad could provide the Ming with some warhorses was a very bad piece of news for Buyan.

Shah Muhammad, or the relationship between the Mughal Empire and the Tatars, was actually not deep. The Mughal Empire was Turkicized Mongols. When Buyan met Shah Muhammad, Shah Muhammad expressed that he was powerless to help Tumet Khan, the suzerain Great Khan.

"I think my asking price was still a bit low." Zhu Zhu Yijun saw Buyan agree so readily and felt a bit annoyed. In fact, he was also very clear that this price was already very satisfactory. Those were warhorses, stallions—resources the Ming couldn't buy with money before. If he could buy them, why would he have to work so hard to pull warhorses from India?

Tumet Khan still had some strength, and because Anda Khan was old, some of his decisions had become a bit muddled. Therefore, Qi Qi Jiguang judged that Tumet Khan could hold on.

Buyan finally had an audience with His Majesty, and used wool to exchange for the Ming Emperor's canonization, which represented the Ming imperial court's recognition of Tumet Khan, and also represented that for a short time, the Ming would not continue to conquer Tumet Khan. Then Tumet Khan could fully deal with Anda Khan. Buyan also used warhorses and stallions to exchange for the Ming's military intelligence support.

Buyan performed the ceremony respectfully again, left the Zhao Wenhua Hall, and left the palace full of joy.

And at this time, in the Zhao Wenhua Hall, Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at the court officials and said seriously, "Minister of Rites, have the Minister of the Court of Ceremonial Rites, Chen Chen Xuehui, send a letter to San San Niangzi, telling her the conditions Tumet Khan gave."

"Second Head of the Cabinet, Wang, you send a letter to Anda Khan, telling him the conditions Tumet Khan gave. If Anda Khan needs the Ming's intelligence support, he should pay the same price."

"Ah?" Ma Ma Ziqiang looked at Buyan's figure. Buyan hadn't gone far yet, and His Majesty had turned around and sold Buyan! He hurriedly bowed and said, "I obey the edict."

Going back on his word? The Ming Emperor did indeed promise to support Tumet Khan, but the Ming Emperor never promised not to support Anda Khan. This was not going back on his word; this was stirring up trouble, this was fanning the flames.

Tumet Khan would inevitably have a slight advantage if he obtained intelligence superiority, making it very difficult for Anda Khan to win quickly. If Anda Khan wanted to win quickly, he had to buy the Ming's intelligence as well. He couldn't form an intelligence advantage, nor could he fall into an intelligence disadvantage. If Anda Khan was defeated again, he no longer had his eldest son, Sengge, to help him bear the price of defeat.

"I obey the edict." Wang Wang Chonggu bowed and accepted the order. He was truly amazed by the Emperor. His Majesty was truly worthy of the three words "scholar." He was extremely ruthless, afraid that the fire on the grasslands wouldn't burn brightly enough, and even wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"This minister obeys the decree." Wang Wang Chonggu bowed his head to accept the order. He was truly struck with awe by the Emperor; His Majesty was truly worthy of the term "scholar," being extremely ruthless. He was afraid that the fire on the grasslands wasn't burning fiercely enough and wanted to add fuel to the flames.

Wang Wang Chonggu glanced at Zhang Zhang Juzheng. He dared not imagine to what extent His Majesty would go if not for Zhang Zhang Juzheng holding him back. After completing the task of stabilizing the country and maintaining the stability of the state while the ruler was young and the country was suspicious, the Grand Secretary and Grand Preceptor's main task now was to prevent His Majesty from sliding further from a sunny, cheerful boy into an indescribable monster.

This point was a consensus among the court officials.

This was an emergency court session. After the audience with Buyan ended, the Ministry of Rites had to draft the imperial edict to enfeoff Tuman Khan. The edict had actually been drafted long ago; Tuman Khan's royal title was Prince Prince Huaiyi, just like Altan Khan's Prince Prince Shunyi—both were titles for barbarian princes. This represented a temporary truce between the Ming and Tuman Khan, while the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue joined forces to prepare provisions and transport them to Xuanfu and Datong. At the same time, they summoned the Xuan-Da region to be cautious and vigilant, preventing the fire from spreading into Ming territory.

This massive machine of the Ming Dynasty began to operate, and Zhu Zhu Yijun kept Zhang Zhang Juzheng and Wan Wan Shihe behind.

"Grand Minister Wan, is it more appropriate to append this 'Record of Overseas Barbarian Countries' to the 'Collected Statutes of the Ming Dynasty' or to the 'Ceremonial Regulations for Vassal States'?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked about a matter he was quite concerned about. The classification of the 'Record of Overseas Barbarian Countries' had originally been set to be placed in the 'Collected Statutes of the Ming Dynasty,' but looking at it now, it seemed more suitable for the 'Ceremonial Regulations for Vassal States.'

According to previous agreements, the Ming court would recognize the legitimacy of Ming Han people building their own fiefs overseas. Thus, these overseas barbarian countries were the Ming's outer defenses. This was a restoration of the enfeoffment system to a certain extent, so putting the 'Record of Overseas Barbarian Countries' into the 'Collected Statutes of the Ming Dynasty' was no longer very appropriate.

Wan Wan Shihe thought for a moment and said, "This minister believes it is more proper to place it in the 'Ceremonial Regulations for Vassal States'."

"What does the Grand Secretary think?" Zhu Zhu Yijun looked toward Zhang Zhang Juzheng.

"This minister believes there is nothing improper about that." Zhang Zhang Juzheng approved of the Ming Emperor's approach. The 'Collected Statutes of the Ming Dynasty' was the legal code for the Ming's four directions—that is, the two capitals and thirteen provinces—while the 'Ceremonial Regulations for Vassal States' was the legal code applicable to the Ming's six directions—that is, within the outer defenses.

"Grand Secretary, do you think it is slightly improper for me to inform the barbarian prince Altan of Tuman Khan's conditions? Currently, only the court officials have received the order; withdrawing the order now would not count as changing policies overnight." Zhu Zhu Yijun asked for Zhang Zhang Juzheng's opinion. This had also been a daily routine for the past seven years; a policy order withdrawn before it was executed did not count as changing policies overnight.

Zhu Zhu Yijun's approach was not just "slightly improper," it was extremely improper. To put it nicely, this behavior of the Ming Emperor was called "fence-sitting" or "maximizing benefits"; to put it bluntly, it was called "treachery." As for whether it rose to the level of "losing the great trust of the nation," it was very much open to debate.

"This minister believes there is nothing improper about it. This minister believes we can scare Altan Khan by saying that the Ming intends to provide military aid to Tuman Khan, thereby making Altan Khan pay a greater price to ensure the Ming does not interfere too much." Zhang Zhang Juzheng not only did not stop the Emperor from maximizing benefits, but even proposed an even more aggressive method.

Zhang Zhang Juzheng was a civil official, and he possessed the basic passive skill of civil officials: to double down.

"Extreme pressure, political extortion?" Zhu Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "The Grand Secretary is still the best! Why didn't I think of that? Using non-existent military aid to extort another sum."

"Good, good, good. Let's do it this way. Have the Vice Grand Secretary write this letter. Whether there are dates or not, just beat the tree three times; if you hit something, that's best, and if you don't, scaring them is also excellent."

"Let's do it!"

Wan Wan Shihe glanced at Zhang Zhang Juzheng. His Majesty has become like this today—and you're telling me it wasn't taught by you, Zhang Zhang Juzheng?

However, Wan Wan Shihe did not raise any objections, because he knew that between nations, there are no eternal enemies and no eternal friends, only eternal interests. How to maximize benefits in this grassland dispute was what the court officials should be thinking about.

Wang Wang Chonggu wrote the letter and sent it post-haste outside the pass. The letter took only three days to reach the city of the Tatar right wing, Bansheng City in the Fengzhou Beach area, and Chen Chen Xuehui's letter was also sent to the city of Köke Khota. This city had been granted the name Guihua City in the sixth year of Emperor Longqing, and was also known as San San Niangzi City.

San San Niangzi and Altan Khan did not live together; Altan Khan lived in Bansheng, and San San Niangzi lived in Guihua. These two cities were very, very close, only about twenty li apart.

After receiving the letter, San San Niangzi came from Guihua City to Bansheng City; she wanted to discuss this matter with Altan Khan.

"This is simply bullying people too much!" Altan Khan slammed the letter in his hand onto the table and said angrily, "The Ming Emperor is treacherous! He clearly reached a contract with us, yet he wants to support Chahar Tumen. What kind of logic is this!"

A monk dressed like a lama waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Great Khan, do not be so impatient. Do not be confused by karmic obstacles. Only by seeing the Ming's purpose clearly can we respond properly."

San San Niangzi did not like this lama very much. This lama claimed to be the "All-Knowing One," named Sonam Gyatso, and claimed to have memories of his past life, knowing five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future. Sonam Gyatso had successfully bluffed Altan Khan and made him believe in Buddhism, mainly because the set of things he was peddling was truly very bewitching.

The lama Sonam Gyatso was peddling the theory of reincarnation, saying that Altan Khan was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan, and a Wheel-Turning Saint King. Altan Khan yearned for the deeds of Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan, and upon hearing this reincarnationist say he was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan, he was immediately overjoyed. He welcomed Sonam Gyatso to Bansheng, treated him with great courtesy, and even gave Sonam Gyatso the honorable title of "Holy All-Knowing Vajradhara Lama."

San San Niangzi did not believe there was anyone who could know five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future. Even for a hero as strong as Zhang Zhang Juzheng, being able to see three years ahead was already rare in the world. No one could see things five years ahead completely. This lama had a big mouth, talking about five hundred years at every turn.

But Altan Khan firmly believed he was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan and trusted Sonam Gyatso's words implicitly.

"What is the Ming's purpose?" Under Sonam Gyatso's persuasion, Altan Khan calmed down a bit and began to think. He frowned and asked, "Is the Ming asking for warhorses? Should I give him warhorses so he can come and fight me? That's simply dreaming!"

"No." Sonam Gyatso's prayer beads stopped in his hand. His expression was grave as he said, "What the Ming wants is for the left and right wings to keep fighting, to keep fighting forever. The gyrfalcons on the grasslands will hover in the sky, waiting for the wild wolves and leopards to fight to the death for their prey, and then swoop down to snatch the prey away."

"What is the prey the Master speaks of?" Altan Khan asked, filled with shock and uncertainty.

Sonam Gyatso said with great certainty, "The Ordos Loop."

"The Master is indeed the Master." Altan Khan finally understood the purpose behind this series of Ming actions: it was the Ordos Loop that had been lost since the Tianshun era. This was the Ming's fundamental purpose.

San San Niangzi looked at Sonam Gyatso and said quite calmly, "Master, is there a possibility that the Ming is actually not a gyrfalcon, but an insatiable glutton? It doesn't just want the prey; it doesn't even want to let the wild wolves and leopards go?"

"How could a glutton only want the prey? Its appetite is very large."

Sonam Gyatso's originally solemn face twitched visibly a few times. He put down the prayer beads in his hand. What San San Niangzi said was more in line with the current situation, and facts also proved that Sonam Gyatso could not see through the next five hundred years at all, and could not even see clearly the next five years.

The Ming's appetite was truly very, very large.

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