My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?

Three days later.

The moonlight shrouded the fields like a gauze, and Chang'an Township had already fallen asleep with the night.

Only the back study of Chang'an Jun's Mansion was still lit with candles.

By the light of several beeswax and suet candles, Mrs. Han held bamboo pieces in her left hand and a knife and pen in her right hand, and patiently carved out lines of text.

Each time the contents of a letter were carved out, Mrs. Han put the bamboo pieces used in the letter into a wooden box.

Two hours later, there were more than fifty wooden boxes in front of Mrs. Han, and her wrists were already extremely sore.

Rubbing her wrists, Mrs. Han greeted warmly: "Here comes someone!"

The door of the study room was pushed open, and the female historian Zhang Miao bowed her body, quickly walked in, bowed and promised: "Madam."

Mrs. Han raised her chin towards the wooden boxes: "Tie these bamboo pieces into bamboo slips and I will print them later."

After saying this, Mrs. Han closed her eyes tiredly, and her sitting posture was swaying a little. She was obviously very sleepy.

Zhang Miao's expression was very complicated. He walked up behind Mrs. Han, massaged Mrs. Han's shoulders and advised in a gentle voice: "Madam, go and rest."

"I humbly put on the bamboo slips tonight, and I will print them again tomorrow when my wife wakes up."

"It's late at night, and I can't send it out even after sealing it."

Mrs. Han still closed her eyes and shook her head gently: "I just need to rest for a while. I still have work tomorrow."

"The sisters in Yan country have not yet reached an agreement and are quite resistant to my request. I need to think about how to persuade them tonight."

Seeing Mrs. Han's tired look, Zhang Miao felt uncomfortable and her voice became more pleading: "Madam, you have only slept for a maximum of two hours a day during this period."

"You can't do this, your body won't be able to hold on!"

Mrs. Han finally opened her eyes, her eyes were a little tired and helpless, but her voice was very firm: "We can't delay it any longer."

"I used to only want to create an image of a mother and concubine for Xiu'er who is independent of the world, and guide Xiu'er to pursue the fun in life instead of the fun of power."

"I'm very afraid that Xiu'er will become the next Mr. Ji Jun and lose his life due to unattainable political ideals."

"But I didn't do well enough. It's precisely because I haven't prepared a way out for Xiu'er in so many years that it's so difficult for Xiu'er."

"If I prepare early, Xiong'er can be like Xiong Qi. Even though he is a son of the Chu Kingdom, he can come to Daqin and become the Lord of Changping."

"I can't waste any more time and let Xiu'er go to another country without anyone to help him!"

Ever since Ying Zheng returned to China, Mrs. Han knew very well that there was no way Ying Chengyu could become the King of Qin!

This has nothing to do with the personal abilities of Ying Chengxuan and Ying Zheng. It’s just that the balance of power behind the two sides is too disparate, and there is no way Ying Chengxuan can win!

Therefore, Mrs. Han never did anything related to politics or power in front of Ying Chengyu. She only planted flowers, watched mountains, admired the mist, and listened to the rain.

Leading by example, he led Ying Chengxuan to experience the beauty of life and nature. He hoped that Ying Chengxuan would be a wealthy young man throughout his life and not have ambitions for the throne.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Han underestimated the cruelty of the struggle.

Mrs. Han believed that she had a big responsibility for Ying Chengyu being forced to this point.

So since Ying Chengyun went on the expedition, Mrs. Han has been writing letters to her relatives and sisters who were also from the Korean royal family but are now married to various royal palaces, begging them to help Ying Chengyun.

It was lucky that Ying Chengyu could escape from the Qin Dynasty alive, and Mrs. Han didn't know which country Ying Chengyu could escape to.

Mrs. Han only hoped that no matter which country Ying Chengyu fled to, there would be a warm harbor to protect him.

In this way, Mrs. Han can die with peace of mind!

Zhang Miao's eyes were slightly red, but she stopped trying to persuade him. He turned around and sat on the side of the desk, forcing a smile on his face and saying, "Then please hurry up and put on the bamboo slips."

Mrs. Han smiled and nodded: "Good!"

Zhang Miao quickly took out the bamboo pieces from the wooden box with both hands, then took out the hemp rope and passed it through the holes at the upper and lower ends of the bamboo pieces, and tied the bamboo pieces together to make bamboo slips.

Mrs. Han also closed her eyes and thought carefully in her heart.

In the silence, there was sudden noise outside the study.

Mrs. Han suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the door, while her right hand reached for the dagger hidden under the table.

A moment later, a voice sounded outside the door: "Madam, the stupid old man is back!"

Mrs. Han stood up suddenly and exclaimed in disbelief: "The fool is back?"

"Invite him in quickly!"

The door opened, and the fool was carried in by two eunuchs.

Looking at the idiot's lower clothes soaked in blood, Mrs. Han's brain was buzzing and she almost fell to the ground.

"Ma'am, be careful!"

Zhang Miao hurriedly ran to Mrs. Han and held her arm.

Seeing Mrs. Han like this, the fool hurriedly hit his head and shouted at the top of his voice: "Madam, this is my own blood!"

"It's for riding, not for fighting!"

"The master of the house is fine!"

Mrs. Han's mind regained some clarity, she forced herself to stand up straight, and asked in a deep voice: "What happened that made you gallop back on your horse?"

The stupid man broke away from the eunuch's support, took a step forward with his bloody legs, and bowed his hands: "Madam, the master of the house has written it in a handwriting, and I must personally hand it over to the madam!"

Zhang Miao hurriedly ran to the fool and took the silk bag. Mrs. Han couldn't wait for Zhang Miao's action and asked directly: "Is Mr. Chang'an okay?"

The fool grinned: "Madam, don't worry."

"Before I set out, my lord first beheaded Fan Yuqi and put down the rebellion. Then he killed all the rebels among the generals."

"Now that the Lord has completely taken control of the Eastern Expedition Army, there is no more danger!"

Mrs. Han finally put her heart that she had been thinking about for a long time back into her stomach, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's so good! It's so good!"

Now that he has control of the army, it will be much easier for Ying Chengyu to find an excuse to escape.

Zhang Miao also handed the opened bamboo slips to Mrs. Han and reported in a low voice: "Madam, the envelope and bamboo slips are all sealed correctly."

Mrs. Han quickly took the bamboo slips, spread them out and read them carefully.

The more she looked, the deeper Mrs. Han's frown deepened, and she asked solemnly: "There are rumors in the army that the king is the son of the prime minister?"

The fool nodded: "Yes!"

"Not only among the military, but also among the people."

"It's just that the people who spread the rumors have always controlled the scope, and the people who heard the rumors didn't dare to report the rumors. That's why I heard such rumors for the first time three days ago."

"The head of the family conducted a small-scale investigation in the military and found that many people have heard such rumors."

"The head of the family thinks this is a trick of the enemy, so we must never say anything against it!"

Mrs. Han's eyes sharpened, her thoughts changed rapidly, and she subconsciously ordered: "Butler, take Chief Han to rest."

"Treat with the best medicine, reward one hundred dollars, and five acres of land."

The fool hurriedly handed over his hands in surprise: "Thank you, madam!"

After the fool retreated, Mrs. Han thought about it for a while and then suddenly said: "Senior Minister Han Cang and other ministers should be summoned."

"Come to Chang'an Jun's Mansion to discuss important matters together!"

Zhang Miao glanced at the sky and reminded in a low voice: "Madam, it's already two quarters past midnight (23:30)."

Mrs. Han ordered in a deep voice: "They must come even when the rooster crows (1:00-3:00)."

"Tell all my subordinates that if you don't come tonight, there will be no need to come again in the future!"

Mrs. Han’s order was very tough.

Even though Han Cang and others had already rested, they still suppressed their dissatisfaction and drove to Chang'an Township.

At the moment when the cock crows (1:15), the night is dark, but the Chang'an Jun's Mansion is brightly lit.

Sitting down in the main hall, Sun Xi frowned and asked, "Does Han Shangqing know why Madam summoned us so late at night?"

Han Cang's face was very gloomy, and he shook his head and responded: "I don't know."

He said he didn't know, but everyone in the hall had the same idea in their minds.

Lord Chang'an, isn't he already dead?

If Lord Changan dies, what will they do next?

In this restless atmosphere, Mrs. Han walked from the back hall into the main hall and onto the high platform.

But instead of sitting on the vacant main seat, he sat on the soft couch that had just been moved to the left of the main seat.

A pair of cold eyes scanned the audience, and Mrs. Han asked in a deep voice:

"Someone is trying to harm Lord Chang'an. As Lord Chang'an's subjects, don't you know anything about it?!"