Ming Dynasty: He was ordered to give lectures in prison, but Lao Zhu eavesdropped and made people nu

Chapter 590: Ming Dynasty’s Estrangement Plan

"Report."

A Jinyiwei knelt breathlessly in front of Zhu Yuanzhang's desk, holding tightly in his hand an urgent report from the border.

"Tell me quickly, what urgent military information is there?" Zhu Yuanzhang was calm and considered every word. He knew that this would be a major event that would determine the fate of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, the Mongolian tribes are in chaos due to internal strife, and the flames have spread. Taking advantage of their confusion, the general at the front led his army to capture several small tribes in one fell swoop."

The Jinyiwei's voice was almost trembling, but the exciting news made the entire Golden Palace boil.

For the first time, Zhu Yuanzhang showed obvious joy on his face. He knew that behind all this, his deep eyes seemed to contain a divine secret.

“Lin Che, did you instigate all this?” Zhu Yuanzhang’s voice was somewhat shocked, and the joy in his heart surged like a spring.

Lin Che nodded gently without saying too much, "Your Majesty is wise. I am just using my strategy based on the celestial phenomena and your Majesty's orders."

The ministers present no longer failed to understand the humility in Lin Che's words, knowing that the Imperial Master had once again made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty.

They looked at each other, and the respect in their hearts was like a stream flowing into a river or sea.

"The imperial teacher's strategies are truly ingenious and unparalleled in the world." The Minister of Rites in a red robe exclaimed in admiration. He represented the civil service group in the court and at this moment he could not help but admire him sincerely.

Not only the Minister of Rites, but even the military officers could not help but talk about it.

"Do you still remember?" a general whispered to his colleagues around him.

"A few months ago, the national teacher observed the stars late at night and said there were strange phenomena. Later, he ordered us to strengthen the border defense. Now it seems that this was premeditated!"

Another military officer sighed, "Not only was it premeditated, it was simply a plan that was perfectly calculated. The Mongols were fighting among themselves, and we just took advantage of the opportunity. The contribution of the Imperial Master Duan is truly great."

And it was indeed so. A few months ago, Lin Che had indeed foreseen unusual celestial phenomena. He used the Heavenly King and the principles of Yi to predict that Mongolia would have a civil strife.

On this basis, he cleverly deployed a strategy of sowing discord, sent out misleading intelligence, and provoked relations among the Mongolian tribes, causing the originally unstable alliance to fall apart.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew very well that if it weren't for Lin Che's brilliant strategy, although the Ming Dynasty's borders could be kept safe, it would be extremely difficult to achieve such results in a short period of time.

The position he placed Lin Che in his heart became even more indestructible.

“Okay, this time, I’m going to reward Lin Che.” As soon as Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, there was a burst of applause in the entire Golden Palace.

Imperial Master Lin Che still stood straight, as calm as ever: "Your Majesty, I have a request."

"Just say it." Li Zheng responded in a gentle voice.

"State affairs are of great importance and should not be publicized too much. I do not need any reward."

"On the contrary, I hope Your Majesty can work hard to repair the borders, build schools, and reassure the people, so that the foundation of the Ming Dynasty will be forever solid."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded approvingly, "Master, your consideration is profound. I accept your instructions."

Imperial Preceptor Lin Che once again demonstrated his extraordinary realm and wisdom in front of all the ministers. From military affairs to people's livelihood, Lin Che's strategies all seemed powerful, and everyone in the court was convinced and gave him a thumbs up.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Lin Che deeply, his heart pounding. He knew that the prosperous Ming Dynasty was no longer a distant dream.

The light in Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial study was slightly dim. The flickering candlelight made his deep eyes even deeper.

He sat at his desk, his brows furrowed, his mind racing.

"Master, although Mongolia has been defeated repeatedly, it has caused chaos on our borders and we have not been able to rest." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, with a hint of fatigue and determination in his voice. Lin Che, wearing a white robe, was as steady as a mountain. He stood beside Zhu Yuanzhang, smiling and elegant.

"Your Majesty, if you want the grassland to return to its heart, you need a clever plan to achieve this."

Zhu Yuanzhang turned around, his eyes fixed on him: "Master, I know you are talented and unpredictable. If you have any good ideas, please speak up."

Lin Che bowed slightly and said firmly: "Your Majesty is wise, but this battle is of great importance. I need the talents in the court to fight side by side with me in order to achieve my goal."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up slightly.

He knew that what Lin Che said was true. This person has always been thoughtful and rigorous in his actions, and would never be arrogant easily. Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and asked all the guards to withdraw, and the secret talk in the study officially began.

"Your Majesty, although Mongolia is strong, it has many internal divisions. What we need to do is to sow discord."

Lin Che spoke slowly, “Then help them conceal their true intentions and lead them to fight among themselves.”

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed with the sharpness of an emperor, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Great! I will immediately appoint you as the Imperial Commissioner to take full charge of this matter."

Afterwards, the two began to plan closely, handling the details in an orderly manner.

Under the planning of the national teacher, the Ming Dynasty's strategy was like a sharp sword, silently piercing directly into the heart of the grassland.

After the plan was formulated, Lin Che's first step was to travel to many countries and secretly meet with envoys from various countries.

He traveled between various imperial courts, using words to show the Ming Dynasty's sincerity while quietly sowing the seeds of discord.

Under Lin Che's skillful manipulation, the countries that had been eyeing the Ming Dynasty gradually changed their positions.

Not only did they fail to provide sufficient support to Mongolia, but they also began to plan to fight on their own under Lin Che's guidance to get a piece of the pie from Mongolia.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty also began to secretly assemble a large army and march towards the border, preparing to crush the remaining Mongolian forces once Lin Che's plan of sowing discord was successful.

It was early autumn and golden waves appeared on the grassland, but in this season when the grassland was dyed golden, a huge storm was hidden.

Lin Che returned to the capital and reported the progress of the trip to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Your Majesty, the seeds of discord have been sown, and the situation on the grassland is changing, waiting for the east wind."

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed happily: "Master, you are so talented. Today I know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. With your ability, who in the court can compare to you?"

The Imperial Master laughed, but his eyes were as firm as iron: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. Although Lin Che has tried his best, he is still as strong as the wind on the grassland. Your Majesty's powerful army will be needed to accomplish this."

"On the other side of the grassland, the Mongolian tribes began to plan against the Ming Dynasty."

However, due to Lin Che's previous strategy of sowing discord, the Mongolian tribes that were supposed to be united started fighting among themselves.

Little did they know that the Ming Dynasty had quietly woven a net over their heads.

At this moment, the Ming army had already stopped its movements and was ready to fight, like a hungry army, roaring quietly in the dark, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, Lin Che received a secret letter from the grasslands, announcing that the internal strife in Mongolia had reached a fever pitch.

Things are about to break out, and this is a great opportunity for the Ming Dynasty to close the net.

(End of this chapter)