I was just solving crimes, how could I become an immortal?

Chapter 189 The true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes

The Daxing Dynasty had two emperors.

The strange situation plunged Shangjiang City into chaos for a time.

One is tall and tall in yellow robes, and the other has been in charge of Daxing for nearly 60 years. Between these two, who is the orthodox one?
  The stupid people were confused, and the officials were confused.

"Who should we support among these two?" Outside the Chengnan Academy, Mo Xiaoming held a long knife and looked into the distance with dull eyes.

Although he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, he heard King An's dragon roar. Could it be that the rebellion was really going to succeed?

Standing in line is a compulsory course for every official. If you stand in the wrong line, you may be suppressed and demoted, or your head may be in danger. You must be cautious.

"So, are you already considering joining Prince An?" A greeting suddenly came from beside him, and Mo Xiaoming nodded reflexively.

"Yes, after all...Cao An!!"

Mo Xiaoming was shocked and found that his old enemy had appeared. He jumped up and said, "I am loyal to the Holy One. Don't deliberately slander me here!"

Cao An rolled his eyes back: "I just asked casually, why are you so excited?"

Ever since he knew that this kid was a second-generation official, Cao An didn't have too many plans for him, so he just asked casually. It seemed like the kid was frightened by him because he had such a big reaction.

Mo Xiaoming stared at him warily: "Prince An is still confronting you in the palace, what are you doing here?"

Before the battle was over, Cao An suddenly led the Tsing Yi Department to withdraw from the front line of the war. Something was obviously wrong. Could it be that there was some gossip?
  Cao An shook his head in a funny way: "Don't make random guesses. I have the same idea as you. Just wait for the result."

The war in the city is almost extinguished.

Cao An revealed King An's identity in advance, preventing his commander-in-chief from taking effect. The imperial army quickly returned to defense, making it difficult for the rebels outside the city to enter the city, and the safety of the people was basically guaranteed.

All that was left was the confrontation between King An and Emperor Wanjing.

The two do not help each other. This may be the thinking of many officials at this moment. The reason is very simple. This is not an invasion by foreign tribes, but an internal fight among the royal family.

When the demon tribe led their army to invade, the Tsing Yi Department took the lead, and the Daxing Dynasty was united. That was the cohesion.

But the matter at hand is, to put it simply, royal household chores.

Why are there claims about the lineage of the prince and the lineage of the fifth prince? These are all investments made by officials who are optimistic about the future emperor. After all, in everyone's eyes, changing dynasties is a matter of course.

As a prince, King An usually has an extraordinary bearing. Now he is showing off his ancestors' majesty and wearing a yellow robe. If he has the ability to succeed to the throne, his ministers will also welcome him.

After all, Emperor Wanjing is old, and with the disappearance of the [Imperial Law], his control over the court has fallen to the bottom. If King An can revive the dragon vein, he will be a candidate for the new emperor.

Of course, the premise is that Emperor Wanjing is willing to give in. That person's dream of immortality is aimed at one emperor through the ages.

Neither of you are good friends, so it depends on which one of you has the ability. Cao An will withdraw with the Tsing Yi Department to deal with a more important task: blocking the culprit of all these incidents.

"How did the task you were asked to do go?" Cao An asked Mo Xiaoming.

Mo Xiaoming raised his eyebrows proudly: "Of course such a small thing can be easily accomplished."

Cao An has always believed that everyone has something they are good at.

For example, this time, Cao An asked Mo Xiaoming to lead the battle alone, but the mainland also arranged another task for him, which was to escort a group of officials out of the city to take refuge.

After all, it was a rebellion within the dynasty. At this moment, civil war was raging in the city, and even the palace was attacked. For these civil servants who had no [Edict], the soldiers could not spare any time to protect them.

The best place to go is naturally to take a temporary refuge at Nanshan Academy outside the city.

After all, this is an academy, with extremely low strategic value. Before the throne is decided, the war will basically not spread here. In addition, with the six-door detachment and the defense of teachers and students of the martial arts academy, it is considered a relatively safe area.

Of course, Cao An's real intention was to let Mo Xiaoming use this as an excuse to help him monitor a person and rush over as soon as he was done with the frontal battlefield.

Mo Xiaoming is a cunning official, and the people he monitors are really not suspicious.

"Just in the office, Dean Wan and Mr. Jian Zheng are drinking tea."

"Okay, good job. You lead the team to guard the surroundings and prohibit everyone from entering the courtyard."

"???"

There is nothing wrong with Cao An's arrangement, it's just...

"Why should I listen to you?" Mo Xiaoming just felt that he and Cao An couldn't deal with each other.

He is the young minister of Dali Temple, and his official rank is several levels higher than that of Cao An. Why does he feel like he is a subordinate? If you call it, it will come and if you wave it, it will go? This feeling is very inappropriate.

Cao An was also amused by such a rebellious boy.

"Okay, forget it if you don't listen to me. Just take this map."

"Map? What do you mean?"

"I just drew a map of King An's deployment in the north of the city. Following the emperor's instructions, Mo Xiaoming, the young minister of Dali Temple, led the army there..."

"Stop, stop talking. I didn't hear you. I'll keep an eye out for you." Mo Xiaoming threw the map back into Cao An's hand as if holding a hot potato, then covered his ears and hurried to make arrangements.

Between obeying orders and dying, he chose to obey orders.

Cao An put away the map in a funny manner and felt relieved after confirming that things were going smoothly.

Jin Qi and Tu Qi were waiting outside, while he took Ying Changfeng and others to the dean's office.

It is still the familiar place, but today is different from the past. Cao An is no longer the newcomer he was back then.

After knocking on the door, several people entered one after another politely. They happened to see Jian Zheng and Dean Wan having a drink at the table.

"Why are you here? Something happened in Shangjiang City?" The two of them were obviously somewhat unexpected about Cao An's arrival.

Looking into the distance, the sky of Shangjiang City is still flashing with golden light, and the smoke of the war is still rising. Are you going to evacuate before the battle is over? What is the Tsing Yi Department doing here?
  "Of course I have something important and I need to ask for advice." Cao An responded with a smile.

Although the words sounded very relaxed, they were not fools. With all the members of the Tsing Yi Department gathered here, something must have happened, and their expressions became serious.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Cao An could only sit on a wooden chair and spread his hands: "Really, it's not a big deal. It's just that a dozen imperial tombs were broken. King An asked his ancestors to come out of the coffin and angrily accused his father of being an unfilial descendant."

"..."

Is this okay?

People are torn apart, tombs are torn apart, and if the quarrel continues, the entire Daxing Dynasty will be torn apart.

"If you don't solve such a big matter, why are you here with us?"

Both Dean Wan and Jian Zheng are figures who are outside the court. One is passionate about health care and the other is devoted to teaching students. They are both marginalized people.

Jian Zheng sighed, put down his cup with a heavy face, walked to the window sill, and looked at Shangjiang City, which was surrounded by war smoke.

"We are old after all, and we can't help much in this troubled world. We can only rely on you for this war. I don't know if Daxing can survive this disaster."

The battle for imperial power, no matter what the final outcome is, will go through a catastrophe.

How will Northern Yan, Southern Chu, Western Demon Clan, and Donghai Dao Sect resist their counterattack after losing the power of [Imperial Law]?

After ten years of hard work, will the Daxing Dynasty finally decline?
  But Cao An holds a different view on this.

"I have also read the history of the rise and fall of some foreign nations. Some countries are stubborn and self-proclaimed, their royal families are corrupt, and stubborn diseases accumulate over time. If they are not treated early, if they really break out, the country will be destroyed. At this moment, the royal family is fighting among themselves, and the smoke is everywhere. It is also a wake-up call."

Cao An's words felt somewhat disrespectful, but the people present at this moment were not pedantic people. Cao An dared to speak like this, which actually made everyone's favor double.

Jian Zheng looked at Cao An with admiration: "Then what do you think we should do at this moment?"

"Response? I think it's better to give up the resistance." Cao An picked up a cup of tea, blew the tea scent away, and tasted it leisurely.

But this sounds a little strange.

"Give up resistance? You mean: not stop King An from seeking power?"

"No, I mean you, my lord, give up your resistance."

Cao An put down his tea cup and looked at Si Tianjian's supervisor with a hint of ridicule: "You have been standing by the window for so long, are you planning to jump out of the window and escape? I advise you not to waste your energy."

Leaning on the chair with a deep gaze, Cao An was like a general strategizing at this moment.

Compared with the previous move, Cao An recovered a lot of moves this time!
  "In order to give you face, I, the Chief of Staff in Qingyi, and all the flag masters of the five flags have gathered here, and there are brothers from the Golden Flag and the Earth Flag waiting outside.

"Don't worry, I even asked Mo Xiaoming to lead the six gates and Dali Temple, and make a large circle around the outermost perimeter. Today, you can hardly fly even with your wings."

That's right, don't even think about flying even if you have wings. Ying Huorong showed off his flames and was ready to take action at any time.

Jian Zheng felt the murderous intent, and his face changed slightly: "Escape? Cao An, what are you talking about?"

"You know what you are talking about." Cao An's eyes seemed to be pointed directly at people's hearts: "Let's have a frank talk with the boss of Mo Ren Lane."

Cao An's sudden roll call made the atmosphere in the room freeze instantly, and murderous intent was locked on Jian Zheng.

Dean Wan stood up suddenly and looked at Cao An in shock: "What did you say? He is the envoy of Mo Renxiang?"

"Yes, you have been planning for decades, maybe you want to take revenge for the Ink Man Lane back then, right?"

The Tsing Yi Department's internal handling of cases does not require evidence, because everyone trusts Cao An. As long as the prisoner is identified as the real culprit, they will definitely take action without hesitation.

Of course Jian Zheng also knew this, so he simply didn't hide it. A serious smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked at him leisurely.

"You can find out about me, Cao An, you are indeed very capable. But you are wrong. I am not here for revenge, but to play games with others."

In one of Jian Zheng's eyes, there was a faint word [ink] printed on it, as if it came from the darkest place and could drag people into the abyss at any time.

(End of this chapter)