RNP Chapter 2 The Iron Cavalry of the Empire, Fearless of Any Threat!
Chapter 2 The Iron Cavalry of the Empire, Fearless of Any Threat!
Late at night.
Tian Dou Dong Gong.
Ying Zheng sat at his desk reviewing memorials.
The candlelight flickered, and the scales stood beside it, with the square stone on the left silently pressing down and a small pile of copper coins on the right.
Zhao Gao stood in the shadows, quietly watching this scene.
After Ying Zheng finished reviewing one document, he put down a copper coin, but the scales didn't move. He reviewed another document, and the scales still didn't move.
He put down his pen and looked at the scales.
Looked for a long time.
Then he picked up another memorial and continued to review it.
Zhao Gao emerged from the shadows and adjusted the candle wick. The candlelight flickered, and Ying Zheng's shadow swayed on the wall before settling back down.
Zhao Gao saw that his hand was holding the pen—very steady.
However, it will start shaking in two hours.
Every day is like this...
After Ying Zheng finished reviewing a memorial, he put down a copper coin, but the scales remained unmoved.
Seeing this, Zhao Gao said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's time to rest!"
Ying Zheng did not look up, continuing to review the memorials: "The scales are not yet balanced—".
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gao looked at the balance scale. The square stones of the scale seemed heavier than during the day, and even with a considerable amount of copper coins piled up beside them, it still couldn't be balanced.
"Your Highness, the stone seems even heavier now!"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but frown.
"Three thousand people died in the northern frontier; the fate of the nation has become even more precarious!"
Ying Zheng reviewed the memorials, his voice calm.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gao fell silent.
He did not continue speaking.
Ying Zheng continued reviewing the memorials, while Zhao Gao retreated to the shadows.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A series of knocks sounded on the door.
"Your Highness, Prince Xue Qinghe requests an audience."
Suddenly, a guard outside reported this.
Ying Zheng did not look up, but continued reviewing the memorials: "Let him in."
Soon, a young man with an elegant figure and an air of nobility and royalty appeared in the palace.
Seeing Ying Zheng still reviewing memorials without even looking up, Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed with a strange meaning.
No one expected that this twelve-year-old boy would manage the entire empire so well.
He sat there, as solid and steady as a mountain.
Seeing that the dinner on the table was untouched, Xue Qinghe slowly approached Ying Zheng and asked, "Your Highness, haven't you eaten dinner again?"
Ying Zheng did not stop: "I'm not hungry."
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe looked at Zhao Gao, who was hiding in the shadows. Zhao Gao also showed a hint of helplessness and shook his head slightly.
Xue Qinghe also fell silent at this moment.
Looking at Ying Zheng, who remained unmoved and continued processing the memorials, one could vaguely see a few white hairs in his hair. Although there were only a few, they were very conspicuous among his thick black hair.
"Your Highness, there is no end to the affairs of state. You should take care to rest so that you can better manage this empire."
Xue Qinghe spoke gently, with a hint of heartache in his voice.
Ying Zheng paused in his review of the memorials, and after a moment continued reading them without answering the question.
"Is there something important that you've come to see me about?"
Upon hearing Ying Zheng's question, Xue Qinghe smiled calmly: "It's nothing."
"I heard that the cardinal of the Spirit Hall brought some people to the palace during the day."
"The Spirit Hall is trying to give us a hard time."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng replied calmly, "Yes."
"But it's not a big problem."
"The Empire will not accept any form of humiliation."
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he nodded slightly.
"I've heard about what happened today."
"The Spirit Hall will probably not let this go."
Ying Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and his hands did not pause for a moment, but a closer look would reveal the difference.
His hands, which were reviewing memorials, began to tremble slightly.
It wasn't fear, but the trembling in my body caused by reviewing memorials for a long time.
"Won't you just let this go?"
"I've already said it before, the Empire will not accept any humiliation. Interfering with the Empire's laws and regulations? Do they want to control my Heavenly Dou Empire?"
"The empire's iron cavalry fears no threat!"
Ying Zheng's tone was devoid of emotion, as if it were the natural course of events.
Even—the Spirit Hall.
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe's eyes shone with a light as he gazed intently at the young man before him.
This young man seemed to possess an inexplicable power. His voice was calm, yet his words sounded like divine pronouncements, inspiring submission and trust.
"If there's nothing else, you can go back now!"
Ying Zheng raised his head slightly and looked at Xue Qinghe.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Xue Qinghe nodded respectfully, then looked at Ying Zheng and paused: "My uncle asked me to tell you that he supports all your decisions."
Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then nodded: "I understand!"
Prince Xuexing, the younger brother of Emperor Xueye, is considered an imperial uncle of their generation. His strength is at the Soul Douluo level, making him one of the strongest people in the entire empire.
Watching Xue Qinghe leave, Zhao Gao, who was standing in the shadows, frowned slightly and respectfully asked Ying Zheng, "Your Highness, he is...?"
"I know!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng slightly raised his hand, interrupting Zhao Gao's words.
"Should we...?"
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes.
Ying Zheng: "No rush, let her stay."
"yes!"
Zhao Gao was slightly taken aback, and he also retreated, returning to the shadows.
Xue Qinghe, having left the East Palace, narrowed his eyes and looked back intently into the depths, as if trying to see through the city walls to the upright, calm-eyed boy who seemed never to tire.
"That's so interesting!"
"I never imagined that the Heavenly Dou Empire would have such a new master!"
After saying this, Xue Qinghe stopped smiling and turned to leave slowly.
Time passed slowly.
Until the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the scales of the Eastern Palace remained unbalanced…
After Ying Zheng finished reviewing the last memorial, he picked up another memorial and placed it on the right side of the scale. The scale was still slightly undulating and not level.
He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later, Zhao Gao emerged from the shadows, his expression shifting slightly as he looked at Ying Zheng with his eyes closed. After a moment, he said softly, "Your Highness, it's dawn."
"Um."
Ying Zheng did not open his eyes.
"What about today's morning court session?"
"as usual."
Ying Zheng opened his eyes, which were filled with an extreme calm, like an ancient well, bottomless.
He stood up, his back very straight.
He walked to the window, opened it, and watched the morning light shine on his face. He squinted and looked at the distant sky.
"Zhao Gao."
"Your subject is here."
"Order Wang Jian to reinforce the northern frontier with 100,000 troops."
Zhao Gao was taken aback: "Your Highness, 100,000?"
Ying Zheng nodded, a glint of light appearing in his deep eyes: "Thirty thousand is too few, three hundred thousand is too many, one hundred thousand is just right."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gao bowed deeply and said, "Your subject obeys the decree."
Ying Zheng turned back to his desk, where a new stack of memorials had been placed.
A new day has begun!
Ying Zheng sat down and picked up the first memorial.
Zhao Gao looked at him calmly, his hands did not tremble, and his back was straight.