Chapter 469: Is the Chancellor guilty? What crime does he have?

Her talent was not high; she needed to put in countless efforts, bit by bit, to be able to follow the Dean's footsteps.

Jiang Yunchu shook her head, 'You being alive is what gives you infinite possibilities.'

'If you die, body and spirit vanish; only loved ones will feel the heart‑piercing pain, those who care about you.'

She was quick with her hands and feet, cleaned the wound, then sprinkled on the medicinal powder, and finally tied the bandage securely.

'But we can only return if we cut off our retreat.'

That little girl, her voice tinged with helplessness, that icy little face, when facing Jiang Yunchu, actually showed a faint smile.

Jiang Yunchu's hand, as she treated the wound, suddenly paused; in the end she said nothing.

Because she was right.

Only in a desperate situation can one find survival.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed; the news of the Great West shocked the court and the populace.

'Hahaha…'

Emperor Ning went to court early in the morning; before he arrived, his voice had already come ahead.

'Excellent! A superb move—golden cicada shedding its shell! Excellent! A superb move—pulling the firewood from under the cauldron!'

'Good!'

The neighboring countries were all exhausted, especially Xijiang, where the Jiang Family Army had declined, leaving them stuck in a passive, beaten‑down situation.

Who would have thought that the three armies would cooperate silently and ultimately annihilate Xijiang.

This is indeed a great joy.

'His Majesty is wise.'

In that moment, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt down.

'No, it is General Jiang's godlike military skill, the Regent Prince and the Grand General working together in proper measure, and the Regent's Consort saving countless lives.'

'I, seated as emperor in Ning Jing, have not suffered the cruelty of the battlefield, nor felt the people's displacement; how can I be called sage?'

His eyes pointed straight at the Chancellor.

'I, the old minister, am guilty.' The Chancellor knelt, trembling and swaying; though he is actually twenty years younger than Kang Mengxian, in appearance he looks about the same age.

'The Chancellor guilty? What crime does he have?'

Emperor Ning's voice was cold and clear; the time has come to act.

Yun chu went out, arrived in Jiangnan, and created grain and fodder not subject to the court's checks and balances.

She went to the Great West Border, escaping the scheming and deceit, breaking free from those watchful eyes.

Now!

It's time to counterattack!

'The old minister is guilty, the old minister only worries about the people, the old minister only fears that the people will have no home.'

'Your Majesty, please, out of love for the people, spare the old minister this once.'

Emperor Ning's eyes narrowed; what a grand play, what a display of benevolence and righteousness.

'Spare?'

At that moment, a warm, smooth voice walked in from outside the hall.

In that voice seemed to encompass everything; a smile on the face, an irrepressible joy in the heart.

No one knew they had been trapped for years, unable to find a way out.

Who would have thought…

They were forced out by Ning Chengyan and Yun chu charging straight through.

'Sir.' Seeing the visitor, the Chancellor clenched his fists; even though he wanted to bite the person to death, in front of everyone he still had to perform the student's salute, despite being the nation's Chancellor.

Kang Mengxian still wore that warm smile, 'Chancellor, long time no see.'

'General Han, please.'

Then he turned, extended a hand; General Han nodded, but the usually blunt‑spoken man said, 'Today the gate of the court must be entered first by Master Kang Meng.'

As for the reason, everyone knows it, but no one has spoken it outright.

They broke through Da Ning's most troubling due west, linking the Xijiang region into one line; mountains on both sides blocked the approaches, forming a natural barrier.

This is also why their three armies chose specifically the hardest‑to‑attack Xijiang.

'Then I won't yield.' Kang Mengxian smiled, lifted his robe, and strode straight into the court's main gate.

Before, he came for state affairs, he came for the myriad people.

Only today did he come, brimming with delight, for his own Yun chu.

At that moment, four elders stood in the main hall; whichever one, standing in Da Ning was a trembling presence.

Master Kang Meng, Qing Feng Da Ru, Master Ningguang.

They are the model of Da Ning's scholars, the teacher of all Da Ning's students.

And Old General Han represents the military; aside from Grand General Jiang Wen Fu, the Regent Prince Ning Chengyan, and Old General Jiang, he can stand for the entire military.

Civil officials' exemplars and military leaders' chiefs—today they all gathered together.

'Long live, ten thousand years!'

Kang Mengxian raised both hands high, then knelt on the ground; in the court, who dares to stand?

Everyone knelt down, 'Long live, ten thousand years!'

'Gentlemen, old general, rise quickly.' Emperor Ning glanced at Xiao Xizi to the side; Xiao Xizi immediately understood, brought four chairs, and the three elders and the old general sat to one side.

The Chancellor's face turned red from holding back; kneeling there, he dared not rise.

'Enough, the evidence has piled up for years; it's time to act.'

'Now that war has broken out in the West, even our Ning Jing should see some blood.' Emperor Ning gave a cold smile.

That day, all officials did not return home.

That day, inside the palace, except for the Imperial Forest Army, no one was allowed to leave the palace.

That day, the Ning Emperor consecutively issued five imperial edicts, raided five mansions, each representing a faction.

That day, all hidden forces were caught off guard.

Ning Jing stirred up an upheaval, this upheaval involved many people, even those who had never been in contact before.

For a moment, these people held the fort in Ning Jing, while far to the west, a group of youngsters came before Jiang Yunchu.

"What's the matter?"

Now, on this side of Xi Fang, agricultural teaching has begun; the people sent by the imperial court have not yet arrived, and Jiang Yunchu has forced them to stay here.

"Dean, we have some matters." Kang Nai Xin looked at the dean, her face showing a hint of hesitation.

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow; in front of him, these kids rarely spoke so hesitantly.

"What is it, speak."

She tidied up the things in her hands, then sat to one side, and adjusted her cuffs.

"Dean, we want to leave."

Everyone looked at Ning Hanmo; Ning Hanmo stepped forward and finally stated his demand without hesitation.

"Leave?"

Jiang Yunchu repeated, "How exactly to leave?"

"How to leave? Do you want to return to Jingdu?"

However, seeing their appearance, that idea could be directly dismissed; they likely had their own ideas.

"We want to go out and train ourselves; this guerrilla operation let us discover much; we need to settle and constantly improve."

Ning Hanmo was thinking how to organize his words, and also thinking how to say it tactfully.

But under his mother's gaze, who could be tactful?

"The dean is like that; this guerrilla operation let us reap much."

"By your side, we will learn much knowledge, we will get to see this vast world early, but you will inevitably protect us."

"Even if we went out for special training before, you, by our side, also arranged people."

Kang Wu remained as calm as ever, a frail scholar's air, yet somehow carried a hint of lethality.