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After a while, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the Black Horse in front let out a long whinny, halting its hooves.
Qin Feng felt a violent jolt in his body, causing his head to hit the carriage, which was quite painful. He slowly opened his eyes.
He initially wanted to curse at Guan Ping for driving so recklessly that he had bumped into something. Rubbing his swollen forehead, he noticed a bump forming.
Suddenly, a rough black head popped out, revealing a strange grin.
"The palace has arrived, sir. You can get off now! We need to hurry to Morning Court; it's already bright outside."
Qin Feng was startled by the sudden appearance of the head, which made him a bit worried. However, he understood and urged the person to quickly retract their head as he was about to get off.
Guan Ping continued, "I heard that after you fell seriously ill, you lost many memories. I've been waiting here for you. Please be careful; the roads in the palace are quite complicated, so don't get lost!"
There was some truth to that; he couldn't remember how to get to Morning Court at all.
Qin Feng decided it was best to get off quickly. There would surely be many High Officials at Morning Court, and he could just ask someone for directions.
Looking up, he saw that it was indeed bright outside! There was still a hint of grayish-black night lingering, but the sun had risen and more light was pouring in.
Guan Ping drove the carriage toward another direction! Not far away was a designated area for parking carriages; it couldn't just be left here as that was not allowed.
He looked ahead and noticed several High Officials in purple robes walking leisurely a few dozen meters away, along with some officials in red robes chatting amiably.
It seemed they were familiar with each other and were discussing various matters.
During the Song Dynasty, officials of the fourth rank and above wore purple robes, those of the sixth rank and above wore red robes, and those of the ninth rank and above wore green robes.
Those wearing purple official robes hold higher ranks, while those in red official robes have lower positions.
Qin Feng, now dressed in a purple robe, is a Third-Rank Official, which means he holds a rank above the fourth grade, hence the purple attire suits him quite well.
The distance to the grand city gate of the palace is several dozen meters away, and the officials are also several dozen meters distant. They are still about ten meters away from reaching the city gate.
He feels a sense of familiarity with a few individuals in purple robes who are somewhat overweight and not very tall, but he just can't recall where he knows them from!
If they enter and cannot find where the Morning Court hall is, it would be troublesome. He raises his voice.
"I am Qin Feng! Do any of you colleagues recognize me? Why not take me along to the Morning Court? This path seems unfamiliar and difficult to navigate!"
Feeling the distance is still too far and that his words aren't clear enough, he repeats himself louder.
"I am Qin Feng! Do any of you colleagues recognize me? Why not take me along to the Morning Court? I feel this path is somewhat unfamiliar and hard to walk!"
His loud calls catch the attention of the officials ahead, who all turn around to look at him.
Their faces were initially smiling, as if they were discussing something joyful and casual.
However, upon turning around and seeing Qin Feng in his purple robe behind them, their expressions darkened, and they became flustered.
Their faces turned ugly as they quickly turned back around, no longer walking casually but rather hastily running forward as if they had seen a ghost.
Since no one paid him any mind and everyone was swiftly moving ahead, they soon passed through the grand city gate and ran off to the left, disappearing from sight.
Qin Feng looked on in confusion, feeling strange about why these people were fleeing from him faster than rabbits, as if they had seen a ghost.
Do they not recognize themselves? Running so fast, they don't even acknowledge him.
Even if they don't know him, it wouldn't be too much trouble to show him the way! Why are they running in such a strange manner?
He also ran after them, but he couldn't see any officials in robes behind him. If he lost track of them, he wouldn't be able to find the place for Morning Court.
By the time he ran past the city gate, he realized that those people had completely vanished; they were running too fast to be seen.
The city gate was several meters high and wide, decorated extravagantly outside, giving it an imposing and grand appearance.
Outside stood dozens of Imperial Guards in Black Armor, wearing black helmets and carrying broadswords at their waists. Some held long spears, looking very imposing.
Qin Feng knew he couldn't keep up with those people, so he planned to go back and ask the Imperial Guards standing there where the Morning Court was. He truly didn't know the way.
Suddenly, a stout man appeared behind him, not very tall—probably under one meter sixty! He had a big round belly.
He was also wearing a purple robe, indicating he was an official of at least the fourth rank, panting as he ran.
He said, "Qin Feng, you run so fast! Wait for Old Father; I have something to tell you."
Looking up and glancing back, Qin Feng was surprised that this official recognized him. The man's slightly plump figure made him seem somewhat amiable.
He waited there; it was great to encounter someone who knew him. He could finally find the way to Morning Court.
The stout man approached him with a smile and said, "Qin Feng, do you know who I am? You probably forgot all about our past!"
Qin Feng looked very surprised. How did he know that he had forgotten everything? Who exactly was this person?
"I really can't remember who you are. I've forgotten everything from the past. Who exactly are you? Just tell me directly."
The man sighed heavily several times, looking somewhat disdainful. How could someone who used to be so clever become so foolish?
"I am your Mentor, Song Qing. When you passed the imperial examination, I took care of you all the way, helping you understand the deceit and complexity of the officialdom. Later, when you met your father-in-law, Wang Zhongshan, you rose through the ranks."
"Indeed, I have forgotten. I heard that you fell seriously ill and forgot everything from before. I thought it was just a joke, but it turns out to be true. It's pitiful how your once sharp mind has become so dull."
After hearing this, Qin Feng felt a sense of familiarity; he was indeed his Mentor. This was great—he would have help in the Morning Court!
He called out, "Mentor, it's good to see you! You know everything now, so please help me during the Morning Court. I will definitely thank you properly."
Song Qing showed a hint of a smile but still looked somewhat disdainful, as if it wasn't just him who had become foolish.
"Qin Feng, those people you called out earlier—two of them in purple robes are your good friends. You probably don't remember them: Zhao Qian and Sun Li."
He sighed again, his gaze toward Qin Feng showing some fear. What was going on?
Qin Feng felt even more surprised. Why were his colleagues looking at him with fear? They actually ran away in panic.
"Mentor, what is going on? Aren't they my good friends? Why do they look at me as if they've seen a ghost?"
Song Qing flicked his sleeves dismissively and continued walking forward as he spoke.
"You've really made something of yourself. You went to negotiate and even devised a plan that killed over ten thousand Jin soldiers—a great victory indeed—but it completely angered the Jin Kingdom, and the negotiation fell through.
"When war breaks out, it won't just be tens of thousands who die; it could be hundreds of thousands or even millions of civilians! Even the Song Dynasty is in danger and could very well face annihilation."
The Emperor is already furious and has expressed his anger several times during the Morning Court, blaming you for your actions. You could face severe punishment; at best, you might be demoted to a commoner, and at worst, your entire family could be executed. How terrifying is that?
Zhao Qian Sun Li is merely a schemer! Greedy and self-serving, they cannot be considered true friends. Once danger arises, they will surely abandon you; it’s best to keep your distance.
If you consider those who are allied with you, they will also be implicated and will not have a good outcome. It’s certainly better for them to run as far away as possible.
Qin Feng felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him out of nowhere, leaving him dizzy. Was he really going to be killed?
He had been loyal to the country, devising a brilliant strategy that resulted in the deaths of over ten thousand Jin Bing without losing a single soldier. How could he end up in such a dire situation?
How could this happen? After achieving a great victory for the court, he was met with such an absurd outcome.
He recalled those two so-called friends; Zhao Qian Sun Li truly showed their colors. When he was in trouble, not only did they not help, but they ran even further away. They are not worthy of being called friends! Just a bunch of trash.
Looking at his mentor, Song Qing, who wore a purple robe and was somewhat plump, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. In this time of crisis, he was still here to help him.
What a good master! He hadn’t misjudged his choice; he had indeed recognized the right mentor!
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