185: Dispatched to Qinghe Town

Dispatched to Qinghe Town

In the royal capital, in the small study of the Eastern Palace's side palace, the rays of the morning sun were currently spilling onto the desk in front of the window.2

Crown Prince Mo was standing in the room dressed in casual blue robes, and his dark hair was cleanly tied by a white jade crown. He read the memorial in his hand for a while before tossing it to the ground.

Xiao'xi'zi silently crawled to the memorial and took it into his arms before orderly placing it onto the desk next to the several memorials that His Highness had tossed earlier.

"Sitting idle all day without the slightest awareness of the suffering of the people. Look at this Liu Renhu, he's placed his worries onto Us! Presumptuous and ridiculous! He has maliciously advised the king to bestow a consort onto Us!" Mo Lian picked up his red pen and directly wrote a giant cross mark on Liu Renhu's memorial!

"Rejected!"

Huifeng was standing next to the crown prince like a pillar. When he heard the crown prince, everything stayed unmoving except for a faint twitch of his lips.

"There's also one, two, three, four—five! Five officials who are nosily worrying about Us and agreeing with Liu Renhu! Heh, wonderful!" Mo Lian consecutively wrote a cross mark on several memorials before tossing it all to the nearby manager eunuch, who was drenched in cold sweat.

"What did you say earlier?" the crown prince turned around and looked at the guard standing by the door with a severe sharpness in his eyes.

The guard felt an inexplicable chill run down his back and hurried to answer reverently, "The North Battalion, who had gone to Qinghe Town to eradicate zombies, is currently trapped in the town and waiting to be rescued."

"Perfect! Since Liu Renhu and his cohort are twiddling their fingers with nothing to do, let them follow the troops to Qinghe Town to eradicate the zombies there."

What?!

The memorials held in the manager eunuch's arms nearly all clattered to the ground, taking his chin along with them.

Xiao'xi'zi stopped picking up the memorials from the ground and sprinted to the crown prince's side. He quietly reminded the crown prince, "Your Highness, Liu Renhu is the Left Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites, which is a civilian post…"

"So what if it's civilian post? Currently, zombies are wreaking havoc everywhere. Even women and children are fighting right now, how can a seven feet tall man like him hide from battle?"

And so, an hour later, the estates of the Left Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Liu Renhu, and five other officials all received the crown prince's verbal order to follow the troops and head to Qinghe Town to participate in the rescue…

They f*cking felt like their world was crashing down!

Official Liu's family latched onto his thighs and burst into tears.

Official Liu wanted to cry more than anyone. Ever since the king headed to Mt. Hong with nothing but a decree, Official Liu had felt unease creep over him.

He felt his eyelid kept twitching for no reason these last few days.

The omen came true today!

Official Liu hugged his wife and children and wept bitterly together. In the end, a few guards from the South Battalion felt like they were dawdling too much and forcibly pulled the old official away. Two guards carried him and moved him onto the horse.

Following the crown prince's order, the guards visited every appointed officials' estate and tied them onto a horse one after another without regard for the commotion they made.

After the officials were dispatched from the royal capital, someone returned to the Eastern Palace to report.

The crown prince was silent for a moment before saying, "If We remember correctly, Qinghe Town isn't far from Xijiu City."

"We want current news from Xijiu City."

"Yes." Huifeng quickly left after receiving His Highness' order.

The crown prince was too distracted too read the memorials. He sat behind the desk with a pen in hand without moving for a while.

Sometime later, he called, "Gong Changan."

"This old servant is here," the manager eunuch answered fearfully. He sensed that the crown prince's voice was extremely cold as though he was in a bad mood.

"How many memorials left by the king remain?"

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