[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-wanli-the-enlightened-emperor":3,"chapter-wanli-the-enlightened-emperor-wanli-the-enlightened-emperor-chapter-9":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Wanli, the Enlightened Emperor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321831,4542,"Chapter 9: Putting on an Act, Secretly Passing the Case","wanli-the-enlightened-emperor-chapter-9",9,"\u003Cp>Nightfall. Outside Qianqing Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong stood outside Qianqing Palace, nervously adjusting his attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adopted son, holding a lantern beside him, said: “Dry Father, you’ve been tidying for nearly a quarter-hour—relax, I’m watching. You’re dressed perfectly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong ignored him, merely nodding his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adopted son, quick to understand, reached out and caught the clove Zhang Hong spat out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was used to freshen the breath and mask odors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong could not afford the slightest mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the late Emperor’s ascension, as a former retainer from the princely residence, though he hadn’t enjoyed Meng Chong’s fortune, he’d still risen with the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Needlework Bureau had become virtually his private fiefdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t enjoyed the good days long—the late Emperor had suddenly passed away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only six years on the throne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news was like heaven collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One emperor, one set of ministers—didn’t you see how Meng Chong and Chen Hong replaced each other the moment the late Emperor died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong knew he couldn’t be an exception—he’d already prepared himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that end, he even surrendered the Needlework Bureau to Feng Bao’s adopted sons, voluntarily transferring to the Divine Palace Supervision to oversee the sterile duties of the Imperial Ancestral Temple—this was already a retreat in thought and spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he want to retire? Was he willing to retire? He was forced by circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night after night, he recalled the days when the Needlework Bureau obeyed his every command, and junior eunuchs fawned over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking up, he faced the countless incense lamps and spirit tablets of the temple—desolate and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought his remaining years would pass this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, unexpectedly, just days later, a sudden edict from Imperial Consort Li arrived, ordering him to the Office of Eunuch Supervision and to serve the Crown Prince directly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity! A tremendous opportunity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a gift from heaven—he dared not be careless in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally finished, Zhang Hong stopped, turned to his adopted son, and said: “That’s enough. Go back. I’m going to see the Crown Prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dismissing his adopted son, he took a deep breath, then stepped forward to the palace door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please announce to the Crown Prince that the eunuch Zhang Hong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, the young eunuch smiled: “I know Master Zhang well—the Crown Prince instructed that you may enter directly, no need for announcement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside, gesturing for Zhang Hong to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong hurriedly thanked him, yet his anxiety deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how Imperial Consort Li had chosen him, but he would seize this opportunity with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t Feng Bao rise to power solely because Imperial Consort Li trusted him? If Feng Bao could, why not Zhang Hong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he performed this task entrusted by Imperial Consort Li well, and left a lasting impression on her, why couldn’t he replace Feng Bao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he’s only a ten-year-old child—coddling and serving him wouldn’t be hard, yet it would let him shine before Imperial Consort Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d served the Crown Prince before—in the Prince of Yu’s mansion, he’d held and comforted him countless times. With that bond as foundation, and now that the boy is old enough to read intentions, it shouldn’t be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this Crown Prince was famously easy to deceive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year, he was caught indulging in toys sent by young eunuchs, and Feng Bao reported him to Imperial Consort Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he merely coddled him a little and pushed the right buttons with Imperial Consort Li, why should he endure the insults of upstarts like Feng Bao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Hong thought this, he bowed low, tiptoeing quietly into Qianqing Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qianqing Palace was the Emperor’s sleeping quarters, but with the transition of power, many items had already been removed, destined to be buried with the late Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the late Emperor’s coffin was moved, the new sovereign would take possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the palace now felt hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Added to that, to avoid disturbing any spirits, lanterns and candles were kept dim—the entire hall lay in near-total darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong had no right to carry a lantern—he could only tread carefully, moving slowly, yet his steps still echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him were arranged Buddhist and Daoist ritual objects, talismans, and charms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The occasional sound of a bronze bell drifted faintly from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The late Emperor had treated these eunuchs generously, yet he passed away at thirty. As an old servant, Zhang Hong couldn’t help but feel sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor man—he was nearly fifty, having counted on the late Emperor’s favor to live out his days in comfort, only to see a younger man depart first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he been ten years younger, he might have hoped to serve this new sovereign well, and soar when the boy came of age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t wait. The new sovereign was only ten—by then, Zhang Hong would likely be half-buried in earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could hope for was to gain a little favor before Imperial Consort Li through this opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his seniority, he was only one glance from a noble’s favor away from the highest inner court posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, he recalled that Imperial Consort Li had clearly said the new sovereign would pay respects tomorrow morning—yet now he was summoned to the late Emperor’s coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he secretly report this to Imperial Consort Li?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in thought, he suddenly realized the scene had changed—a coffin, still open, came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already reached the inner hall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a figure kneeling beside the coffin. In the darkness, he couldn’t make out details—was this the ten-year-old new sovereign?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Zhang Hong immediately knelt, bowing his head: “Eunuch Zhang Hong, by order of Imperial Consort Li, comes to pay respects to the Crown Prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He braced himself to rise, knees already tensing—yet no response came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body swayed slightly; he quickly steadied himself and pressed deeper into the kneeling posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crown Prince remained silent. The hall fell quiet, leaving Zhang Hong strangely uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, it didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure beside the coffin slowly rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Hong thought he was being invited to rise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice, laced with mockery, reached his ears: “All you grand eunuchs call yourselves ‘Old Ancestors.’ Yet here, you call me ‘Master’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you intend to be my ancestor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words struck like a dagger to the heart—Zhang Hong’s heart leapt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong was instantly stunned by this single sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were two entirely different things—why had the Crown Prince suddenly turned hostile?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was too grave—he dared not imagine the consequences if this reached the outside world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly crawled to the ground, slamming his head hard: “Your servant dares not! Your servant dares not!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun watched coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First impressions mattered greatly—if he didn’t strike hard now, another Feng Bao might emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had kept vigil for the late Emperor; no monks, Daoists, or guards were allowed inside. He chose this place precisely so he need no longer hide his true self behind childish pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The late Emperor’s coffin was a solemn, sacred space—no one dared be careless. The dim lighting concealed his child’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All to completely subdue this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Hong, raise your head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still pondering the Crown Prince’s thoughts, Zhang Hong instinctively lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall was dark. The new sovereign stood sideways to him, half his body hidden in shadow, his face flickering between light and dark. One hand rested on the coffin, standing slightly distant from Zhang Hong—the shadow fell perfectly over Zhang Hong, magnifying his small frame infinitely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a ten-year-old child?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt an overwhelming pressure—even greater than the late Emperor’s!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost like facing Emperor Jiajing of the Ming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came: “This is my late father. Pay your respects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong’s mind was in chaos—he didn’t understand, yet he bowed blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forehead touched the ground, his posture perfectly submissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun’s voice turned solemn and obscure: “Zhang Hong, born in the first year of Jiajing, son of a peasant family, sold into the palace by your parents in the eleventh year of Jiajing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Entered the Prince of Yu’s mansion in the thirty-sixth year of Jiajing, serving my late father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After Longqing’s first year, you served in the Weaving Bureau, the Capital Garrison Eunuch Office, the Needlework Bureau; four days ago, you took charge of the Divine Palace Supervision.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have I remembered incorrectly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the Crown Prince recite his entire career, word by word, Zhang Hong grew increasingly uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Highness has an extraordinary memory and vast insight—you even include this servant’s humble origins. Your servant trembles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were common facts, known to everyone in the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But spoken now by the Crown Prince, the effect was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it Imperial Consort Li’s order that he come to oversee the Crown Prince? Why then did the Crown Prince know his origins so precisely—had the Crown Prince chosen him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun lightly tapped the coffin. The thudding echoed through the empty hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why abandon the rich Needlework Bureau to sweep the ancestral temple? Do you intend to retire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong didn’t know how to deflect: “Your servant… your servant is growing old, his strength…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun suddenly cut him off: “You fear Meng Chong. You avoid Feng Bao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet here, before me, you dare deceive your sovereign.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Hong, do you think you’re Gao Gong or Feng Bao? Do you, of all people, dare deceive me because I’m young?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong felt as if plunged into an ice cellar—a shiver ran through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words suddenly jolted him awake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abruptly came to his senses, finally understanding the oddness he had felt moments before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this be some ignorant child from the palace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What ignorant child would dare oppose the eunuch inner minister and scorn the Grand Secretary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Crown Prince’s words revealed a clear grasp of court politics and state affairs—he clearly possessed profound insight and sharp intellect!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors about him were probably just a cover for his hidden preparations!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vacant post of Provincial Military Commander this morning, and my own selection by Imperial Consort Li—this Crown Prince could not possibly be uninvolved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he saw it clearly, the Crown Prince’s figure loomed even taller before him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years old! A sovereign who awakened his mind at ten—rare in history!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Qin Shi Huang ascended the throne at thirteen, swept clean the six directions, and conquered all eight wastes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Zhezong of Song ascended at nine, revived the New Policies, and defeated the Western Xia twice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which one was not divinely wise, militarily brilliant, and endowed with extraordinary judgment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this Crown Prince Zhu Yijun is the same, why should he flatter Imperial Consort Li? What sovereign ever refrained from seizing power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Yingzong ascended at nine; even if he bided his time, he waited only eight months before placing Wang Zhen as Director of the Office of Eunuch Affairs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sage sovereign stands before you—how could you not strive to be a loyal hound!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hesitation invites chaos! He instantly resolved within himself, trembling as he replied: “Your Highness sees with piercing clarity! Your servant indeed avoided Feng Bao’s sharp edge and had no choice but to relinquish the Needlework Bureau.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun watched Zhang Hong in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood what Zhang Hong was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was only ten, as long as he demonstrated the ability to govern and seize power, there would always be a group clinging tightly to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Political prospects and political promises were his foundational leverage—the greatest advantage of a sovereign!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this as his base, and aided by years of high office, deliberately cultivating an aura of authority to subdue Zhang Hong was no difficult task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Since you fear offending Feng Bao, then you’d better not serve before me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong caught the implication, his heart nearly leaping into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately prostrated himself at the Crown Prince’s feet: “Graced by Your Highness’s favor and promotion! Your servant would brave fire and water, and die without hesitation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun shook his head: “It was my mother’s favor and promotion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong kowtowed repeatedly: “Now that I stand before Your Highness, I owe my existence to Your Highness’s grace—my eyes see no one else!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yijun finally smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a soft chuckle, then remembered no one else was in the hall, and burst into unrestrained laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong’s forehead dripped with cold sweat—he dared not wipe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Hong, my late father once praised you before me. Do you know what he said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Hong could answer, Zhu Yijun, still smiling, continued: “He said you were a loyal, good servant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came as if from the clouds, making Zhang Hong’s soul flee his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he kowtowed repeatedly: “Your Highness, Zhang Hong is a servant of the imperial household—I dare not be disloyal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong prostrated himself, earnestly confessing—but no reply came from the Crown Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the corner of his vision caught a pair of boots stepping past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice behind him faded into distance: “I want the list of all eunuchs sent to Huguang to collect taxes during the Longqing era. Verify it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After these words, no further speech followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sound of retreating footsteps echoed in the hall, lingering faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong nearly collapsed onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tugged at his robe—his back was soaked through, as if he had walked through a mountain of knives and sea of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with awakened wisdom, his authority was too heavy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What ten-year-old sovereign? If someone said this was a ruler who had held supreme power for decades, he would believe it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those four final words—made his heart and liver tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone, the mannerisms—he nearly killed him with them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took several deep breaths, then suddenly remembered something and scrambled to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the direction the Crown Prince had left, he kowtowed again, singing into the empty hall: “Your servant respectfully bids farewell to Your Highness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Yi gazed at the fence he had just built, nodded in satisfaction, and stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chickens and ducks in this corner of the yard had always escaped—finally solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wanted to build a stone wall, but this courtyard was rented; though the landlord dared not refuse him, he clearly disliked the idea, so Gao Yi gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the first of the month; the court had finally paid half his overdue salary, allowing him to build this fence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he admired it, an old servant approached: “Master, someone from Grand Secretary Zhang’s mansion has come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Yi was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had Zhang Juzheng sent someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Official business exchanges were unavoidable, but excessive private contact was still taboo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially during this sensitive period after the late emperor’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the servant: “Where is he? Why didn’t you invite him in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant held out a book with both hands: “He asked me to deliver this book to you, saying he has a humble request—he waits outside for your reply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Yi took it, glanced at it—it was the Book of Documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had Zhang Juzheng sent him this book?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this humble request?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant replied: “He asks whether you could lecture on this passage tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow? The Crown Prince’s daily lecture? Gao Yi flipped open the book—sure enough, one page was folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to that page and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he sighed: “Tell Grand Secretary Zhang—I accept. But this is a one-time exception.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant bowed and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, Grand Secretary Gao has agreed to the matter. He says it’s a one-time exception.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The page lifted the carriage curtain and whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Juzheng said nothing, only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the gate of Gao Yi’s courtyard, then lowered the curtain: “Let’s go. Return to the mansion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently touched his temple—today he had thought too deeply; two more white hairs had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure whether he had thought too much—or too little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The late emperor’s spirit appeared… Provincial Military Commander… imperial interrogation… Zhang Hong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just how capable is this Crown Prince?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow, I’ll see for myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To boost Tuesday’s retention, this chapter was posted at midnight Wednesday. Normal update time will be 4:30. Every Wednesday at midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Note 1: Gao Yi was simple and quiet, with few desires; his home had no concubines. His old house burned down, and he spent his life renting rooms. When he died, he had barely enough for burial.—History of Ming, Biographies, Volume 81\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2782,"2026-06-20T16:31:33.303Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","266cfcbfc37890926a7f7690cd81915bd455157f328b533d0d2de6849e2dd196","wanli-the-enlightened-emperor-chapter-10","wanli-the-enlightened-emperor-chapter-8",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwanli-the-enlightened-emperor-cover.jpg"]