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Sang Qingxiao flipped through the evidence sent by Old Vine, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. It was impossible to connect Zheng Moru with Cui Cheng. Old Vine shrugged; it wasn't his fault. When he colluded with Cui Cheng, Zheng Moru hadn't even been born yet. That Old Fox was very cautious and had never contacted Zheng Moru again after that.
In Jingjing City, was Cui Cheng the only one colluding with Zheng Moru? Old Vine explained that after Zheng Moru's official duties in the capital, he claimed to be disabled and spent most of his time in Dayu. Therefore, he hadn't put much effort into managing court relationships. The only people he was familiar with were those from the Ministry of War, and their ranks were at most third or fourth grade. Even if these people leaked information, it would be unintentional and they had not been developed into traitors by Zheng Moru.
Although Cui Cheng was an Old Fox, Zheng Moru, as a spy, was not to be underestimated either. He must have kept evidence of his collusion with Cui Cheng well hidden, making it difficult to find. That would alert him; when he realized he was cornered, Cui Cheng might just become his trump card. The Xuande Emperor still hoped to gain some benefits through him from Dayu.
However, benefits were not so easily obtained; the Great Yu Emperor was quite a figure himself. A few days later, when a carrier pigeon arrived, it brought a prescription. Zheng Moru excitedly delivered it to the palace. The Xuande Emperor praised him a few times and said he would let the imperial physician take a look first before sending Zheng Moru out of the palace.
The prescription was not immediately sent to the Imperial Medical Bureau. Qin Mu Hui held it for a moment and noted that it resembled the handwriting of the Great Yu Emperor very closely. "A Mian, take a look at this."
Qi Xiaomian glanced at it and agreed that it did look similar. Not just similar; the handwriting was practically identical to what he himself wrote. Qin Mu Hui huffed in annoyance, "If this is how it is, how can I dare to use it?"
He slammed the paper on the table. Even if it were a genuine prescription, it couldn't be used. A prescription with such handwriting could mean two things: first, the Great Yu Emperor confirmed that Zheng Moru's identity was exposed and deliberately wanted him to expose himself further so that I could eliminate him; second, the Great Yu Emperor merely suspected his identity had been exposed and sent this prescription as a test—under such circumstances, there was a high possibility that it was indeed genuine.
Even if our Warriors used real medicine, the Great Yu Emperor could use the theory of mutual restraint between medicines to counter our army in future battles.
"Qi Xiaomian," he continued, "in civilian medicine, they often replace expensive medicinal materials with cheaper ones based on similar properties. We can use this prescription as a basis for the Imperial Medical Bureau to exchange for some similar materials."
Qin Mu Hui paused for a moment in frustration. "You're right; I overthought this. The Great Yu Emperor has single-handedly developed the backward Dayu Dynasty into something like this, standing alongside other nations—he is an extremely formidable Monarch."
I knew I couldn't compare to him; I had just shown weakness and panicked a bit.
Qi Xiaomian and Cai Zhuo immediately knelt down and pressed their foreheads to the ground. The Monarch's sudden display of weakness and timidity should not be seen by others.
Qi Xiaomian felt a deep sorrow within. Was this what it meant to grow older, to feel one's mindset aging as well? It seemed that in the future, he would have to reduce his visits to the palace.
"Look at how frightened you all are. Get up," Qin Mu Hui said with a smile upon seeing the two kneeling before him. "Sigh, what’s so great about being an emperor? Even speaking a few honest words with those close to you is something you cannot do."
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