Chapter 98 Gift

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"Duan Shubai, this bastard, is really brainless. I don't want to provoke him, but he wants to pluck hair from the tiger's mouth." Nie Kun was so angry that his eyes went black and white. He almost wanted to send troops to the south to attack Xuanzhou and beat Duan Shubai to his death. But his main force was fighting for territory in Yongzhou, so he really didn't have time to compete with Duan Shubai for a moment.

Duan Shubai was a rough general born in the mud. Now he finally got power. Instead of enjoying the good life in his territory, he wanted to make some newspapers. Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Nie Kun took a few sips of tea, closed his eyes and took a deep breath for a long time before he calmed down.

There is no impenetrable wall in this world. Many people did know about what he did before. There were countless speculations behind the scenes, but they had never brought it to the table. Duan Shubai's sudden move caught him off guard.

To write such a thing openly and blatantly with exaggeration, does Duan Shubai think he is dead? He is in Yangzhou, but he still has such a long hand.

This peasant really doesn't play by the rules!

"Duan Shubai, ah Duan Shubai, I really underestimated you." Nie Kun tapped the table with his index finger. Now that this matter has been widely exposed among the civilians, it is equivalent to tearing off a fig leaf. After all, he used the identity of restoring the royal family to send troops to fight.

"Regent, there are already several ministers waiting outside Qianyu Palace, saying that they have something to ask you about the late emperor." A little eunuch walked in tremblingly.

Nie Kun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where is the emperor?"

"The emperor is playing horse riding games with the guards in the Wuyan Pavilion."

The young emperor is now staying in the palace in Rongzhou. The regent Nie Kun is assisting the emperor in governing the country. On weekdays, the ministers also discuss politics in the palace.

"Tell those ministers to wait first. I will be there soon." Nie Kun drank a sip of hot tea and his face regained calm, as if what happened just now had not happened.

Qi Huabin is dead. The dead cannot speak. How can a matter without evidence be reversed? As long as Nie Kun refuses to admit it, Qi Huabin died of a serious illness.

Even if the people tacitly agree that Qi Huabin was killed by him, Nie Kun's world does not depend on them to fight.

The Qi royal family had lost the support of the people. Even if they were convicted of murdering the emperor, they would not be overly angry. At most, they would scold him for seeking fame when he claimed to be "loyal to the emperor and patriotic".

And the officials under him who were loyal to the royal family had already been purged step by step. The ones left were all his Nie Kun's people. The other few isolated and helpless old ministers could not do anything.

But what hurt Duan Shubai the most was the descendants of the Qi royal family who held local power in the north. Nie Kun could have won them over by using the name of the "Qi" family and forced them to side with him by using the four words of loyalty to the royal family. At this time, Duan Shubai made this move and created public opinion, which gave them a perfect reason to reject him and ruined his good deeds.

Nie Kun calmed down and cursed Duan Shubai thousands of times in his heart. He walked out with a flick of his sleeves and met with several ministers. He sent them back with "righteous words". In a few days, these old ministers would die of illness.

"There are treasonous remarks in the Four States Joint Newspaper, which slander the Regent... The people who made these newspapers are worthy of death. Chu Zheng, you should immediately send people to collect newspapers from house to house, and burn them in public at the city gate after collecting them. Anyone who dares to harbor the Four States Joint Newspaper will be imprisoned for treason."

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