âBut how can this be! My father is planning on fracturing the nation?!â
Qin Huaiyuan shook his head.
Beads of sweat trickled down from Weichi Yanâs forehead; he grew more disappointed and terrified the more he thought about it. He charged forward and grabbed for his teacherâs hand.
âCan it be that royal father gave up hope on Great Yan a long time ago, which is why he gave the throne to me? He would have me be the emperor of a dying nation while he bleeds the treasury dry. By taking the veteran officials of the various departments, he could then move the capital down south and start the nation anew?â
Qin Huaiyuan finally nodded and whispered, âPlease keep your voice down, Your Majesty.â
Color had long since drained from the faces of the palace servants whoâd heard all this and they ducked their heads, trying to minimize their existence as much as possible.
But Weichi Yan paid no heed to the reminder. He remained frozen where he was, stunned.
âLaughable, how laughable this all is!â Choked chuckles sounded after a long while. âDid We take the throne to be the ruler of a dying nation?â
âPlease calm yourself, Your Majesty.â Qin Huaiyuan could understand it if Weichi Yan lost momentary control of his emotions due to shock. But it was inappropriate to be so impacted. âYou donât need to think about all this now, Your Majesty. Youâve stopped the emperor emeritus from leaving, and our most important task now is to find out where the silver is. Otherwise, weâll be locked in a bitter stalemate with the Valiant Tigers. Setting aside the complete lack of benefits to us in a drawn-out conflict, life will be very difficult for the refugees created by war.â
Weichi Yan was still overcome by sorrow. He wasnât listening to the marquis at all as he shuffled distractedly back to the palace.
Qin Huaiyuan frowned, sighed, then chased after the emperor. âYour Majesty, consider investigating those who were going to leave with the former emperor. Maybe some of them know where the money is.â
News of the emperor emeritus almost leaving the capital with his confidantes soon made their way into Qin Yiningâs ears. She looked downwards at the eight-sided table as she played with the lid of a white porcelain teacup. She put the lid down with a crisp ding after a moment.
âThe old fartâs never done anything good in his life. Heâs too brainless and too selfish. Even if he doesnât know to be on the same team with the new emperor at this point in time, he should at least know that he shouldnât drag everyone down. But isnât he something! All he thinks about is being emperor in a new place, but canât seem to understand that if the country perishes, no one can enjoy freedom and independence.â
âIndeed. You often say that the new emperor doesnât have enough political acumen, miss.â Jiyun refilled her mistressâ cup. âBut I say that not only does the former emperor lack political smarts, heâs completely lacking in morals as well.â
âDonât let the miss fret over this. Not only do you guys not know to talk her down, but you encourage her in getting worked up!â Bingtang walked in with a frown and ready-brewed medicine. âYou havenât fully recovered yet, and here you are distressed about all this. Do you think losing all that blood is no big deal? There will definitely be a scar left on your shoulder. I donât know if my medicine will be able to smooth it all away. Now that you have the chance to meditate and reflect, you should take advantage of this to rest up. Donât dwell so much on outside matters.â
âYes yes yes. Iâll do everything you say, Doctor Tang.â Qin Yining had developed a healthy fear of Bingtangâs bitter medicines over the past couple of days.
Even though the Qin fourth miss wasnât a picky eater and didnât mind bitter things, several days of routine medicine, acupuncture, Bingtangâs stern face and constant nagging had enlightened Qin Yining on how unwise it was for a patient to offend a doctor.
When they saw their mistressâ fearful and resigned demeanor, Jiyun and Qiulu burst out laughing. Even Bingtang was teased into smiling.
The group was chatting away when a patter of rushed footsteps sounded outside.
âHonored master! Is the master inside?â A low, manâs voice called out.
Qin Yining wasnât yet used to her new title and responded belatedly, her eyes blinking rapidly, âWho is it?â
âIn response to Master Xuan Su, chaos reigns in the city. Please close the doors and shutter the windows tightly. Stay inside and donât go out no matter what.â The imperial guards had their orders to protect Qin Yining. They naturally didnât want anything to happen to her and wanted to earn some credit with her as well.
âWhat chaos? Whatâs going on?â The news greatly took her aback.
âIn response to Master Xuan Su, apparently the Prince of Ningâs fallen into little Prince Pangâs trap. Most of his troops of ten thousand were either killed or captured. Our prince is also heavily injured and has been brought back into town for treatment. The citizens grew alarmed and took to the streets when they heard about this because theyâre still grateful to the prince for clearing away the old emperor.
âBut somehow, news of the old emperor selling off the tax grain spread. This caused even more trouble and many are queuing up at any shops selling food. Theyâre worried that weâll run out of food soon!â
Qin Yining looked down and thought for a moment. âThank you for your efforts, youâve done well.â She cast a glance at Bingtang.
The maid understood immediately and exited the residence to give the guard a hefty pouch.
âWeâll have to trouble you to keep my mistress safe in the future.â
âThe honored master is too kind. Then Iâll be taking my leave.â The guard jaunted off cheerily. Heâd shown himself in front of Qin Yining, been complimented, and received a decent payout for his efforts.
But it was a different picture within the residence. Who would be left in Great Yan to lead the troops if anything happened to the Prince of Ning? It would be the fall of a mountain if he was out of commission!
News of the former emperor embezzling all of the national treasury, and even selling off the tax grain, would be a further catalyst for panic during these precarious times. The people would make a grain run on all of the stores, which in turn would encourage the merchants to raise their prices.
Those who concerned about living would pay no heed to the prices and seek to stockpile grain at all costs. As that happened, stores of grain in the city would be slowly depleted.
The current situation of the capital was that of being eyed by the Valiant Tigers, water to the rear and potential gaps to the south for people to easily escape through. But purchasing more food would be very difficult. And having take in one round of tax grain, the next round of rations would come at a high monetary cost.
The national treasury was empty to begin with. What could it bring out to feed three hundred thousand troops?
Qin Yining closed her eyes with a sigh. âThe situation does look pretty bad. Bingtang, you have some history with the Prince of Ning. Why donât you go look in on him and see what you can do?â
But now, the maid felt that sheâd been too narrow-minded.
âUnderstood, thank you, miss.â
âWeâre a family, what are you thanking me for? Take two guards with you and be on your way. Tell the prince that Iâm under imperial orders to stay in the residence and canât pay him a visit. Please tell him to take care of himself.â
âI will.â Bingtang left with her medicine kit and explained the purpose of her trip to the guards at the door. She rushed off with two guards in tow, plummeting Qin Yiningâs mood with her departure.
The Qin fourth miss was deathly afraid of something happening to the prince. But sometimes, what one fears the most is the matter to come visiting.
The next day, Bingtang came back with eyes puffy from crying.
âMiss, Iâm afraid this is it for the Prince of Ning! He was in a feverish stupor when I left. His many blade and arrow wounds are infected and his fever wonât break. When I got there yesterday, he boasted proudly to me on how he gave little Prince Pang as good as he got. But come nightfall, he fell delirious and we canât get any water or rice into him today. Miss, Iâm, Iâm really afraid!â
Qin Yining understood that Bingtang had a relationship with the Prince of Ning. Itâd been the prince whoâd stretched out a helping hand to the girl after the Tangs fell. Heâd shouldered awful criticism and misunderstanding to keep Bingtang safely by his side.
If it hadnât been for the Prince of Ning, Bingtang wouldâve never escaped pursuit from the Caos. The Caos were used to doing absolutely anything and everything they wanted. The trampress had once steamed and eaten human flesh; it was entirely possible that they wouldâve skinned Bingtang alive and pulled out all of her tendons if theyâd gotten their hands on her.
Though the Prince of Ning was an unbridled and domineering sort, and rather lascivious, he still had a keen sense of what was right or wrong. He was only probably the only one who could lead the troops into battle against Great Zhou, so chaos was going to grip the armies if anything happened to him!