March 26th, the atmosphere in Yanjing remained unchanged.

Early in the morning, Nianhan led a group of eighty to one hundred armored warriors out, slowly heading towards the former Liaoning capital's Shangshu Tai (Council of State) in Yanjing. As he proceeded, numerous Jin dignitaries, each accompanied by their retinues and armored cavalry, gradually converged.

The Field Marshal Wanyan Nianhan, a leading figure in the Great Jin for decades, was no fool. He understood that if true democracy were to be practiced at the highest level, his side only had three or four people. If the three brothers on the other side were to win over Talhan or anyone else, while things wouldn't fundamentally go wrong, losing face and then resorting to force would seem undignified.

Therefore, he had notified many of his old subordinates and friends, all hereditary Meng'an and Mouke, to surround the Shangshu Tai. Firstly, the rumors were bad, so it was for security; secondly, to put pressure on Wushu and the others; and thirdly, if things went wrong on the spot, he could directly open the main doors of the Shangshu Tai hall and address the crowd outside. Even Emperor Taizu himself would have to grit his teeth and bear it.

Of course, if Emperor Taizu Wanyan Aguda were still alive, none of these messy things would have happened.

Thus, Nianhan proceeded unhurriedly and calmly. Leaving his residence with only those eighty to one hundred armored knights, by the time he approached the intersection before the Shangshu Tai, he had amassed a force of nearly a thousand men, creating a formidable presence.

It was here that Wanyan Nianhan spotted Wanyan Yinshuke approaching from the direction of the Shangshu Tai. He naturally dismounted to greet him. However, he noticed that Yinshuke was coming towards him with his mouth open, yet he remained silent, which seemed strange. So, while moving forward, Nianhan was about to ask what was the matter.

Just then, as Nianhan reached the intersection, a gust of wind swept in from the side street. Although it wasn't quite a sandstorm, it was enough to obscure sound and vision… Nianhan then realized why Yinshuke hadn't spoken for so long.

"Yanjing is good in many ways, but these spring winds are fierce." After waiting for the gust to pass, Nianhan turned back to his Meng'an and Mouke and smiled. "I'll talk to Wushu and the others; let's all go inside and take shelter from the wind."

Though spoken casually, Yinshuke, who had been rendered speechless for some time, sighed inwardly and felt somewhat relieved. Moreover, some of the accompanying Meng'an and Mouke, being perceptive, couldn't help but speculate wildly.

Soon, someone spoke directly:

"While the wind is stronger, Yanjing is still better than Huining Prefecture. The population is larger, and there are ready-made palaces and the Shangshu Tai. In my opinion, Field Marshal, you should discuss with the Bojilie about moving the capital here, right? It would also be easier to manage Hebei."

This remark caused a stir below, with many echoing the sentiment. Even Nianhan himself was momentarily moved.

Indeed, the capital of the Jin, Huining Prefecture (near present-day Harbin), was a result of the thinking at the time of the Jin's founding. Back then, they hadn't even considered conquering the Liao. Now, it seemed too far north to effectively control the southern territories, especially the Hebei region.

But why hadn't there been any talk of moving the capital before?

It boiled down to two reasons.

Firstly, the Jin had long adopted the political traditions of the Liao, moving the center of power according to the seasons... going to Huining Prefecture in the summer, Yanjing in the winter, and possibly stopping in Liaoyang depending on the time and weather. Even Nianhan himself, to control Hebei and Hedong, often moved between key cities such as Hezhong Prefecture, Taiyuan Prefecture, Xijing (Datong), Zhending Prefecture, and Daming Prefecture... The significance of the capital was not absolute.

Secondly, it was related to the distribution of power within the Jin.

As is widely known, after Emperor Taizu Aguda passed away, the Jin army successfully orchestrated the Jingkang Incident. From then on, for a considerable period, the Jin was internally divided into three dominant factions, which affected almost every aspect, including the location of the political center.

The Eastern Route Army was based in central and southern Hebei, naturally making Zhending Prefecture and Daming Prefecture new military and political hubs. The Western Route Army occupied Hedong and the former Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, forming a unique political atmosphere in Hezhong Prefecture, Taiyuan Prefecture, and Xijing (Datong). As for the central power of Wuqimai and other old dignitaries, it was mostly north of the Yanshan Mountains, so they naturally wanted to ensure the special status of Huining Prefecture and Liaoyang Prefecture.

Yanjing, originally a point where the three forces converged, a relatively neutral place, had gradually become dominated by Nianhan due to his growing strength and Yinshuke's appointment as the Yanjing garrison commander... In other words, these people thought that Nianhan wanted to further strengthen his authority by moving the capital to Yanjing.

Moreover, it was indeed a timely matter, so much so that Nianhan seriously considered it.

Yinshuke secretly hoped that this topic be dropped.

After thinking for a while, Nianhan eventually waved his hand and said, "Today, we are here to meet the Anban Bojilie. This matter will be discussed later… Come with me."

The crowd responded with a roar. The armored warriors remained on the street opposite the Shangshu Tai, but the accompanying Meng'an and Mouke numbered no fewer than fifty or sixty, and they directly followed Nianhan and Yinshuke into the Shangshu Tai.

Entering the Shangshu Tai courtyard, they saw the so-called Grand Prince, the Hulu Bojilie Wanyan Woben, the Third Prince leading the Left Vice-Marshal Wanyan Eliduo, the Fourth Prince leading the Right Vice-Marshal Wanyan Wushu… these were the three surviving adult sons of Aguda… Then there was the Marshal's Left Military Supervisor Wanyan Talhan, the Hao Bojilie Wanyan Pujiabu, and the former Marshal's Right Vice-Director, now the Ama Bojilie Wanyan Xiyin, plus the Yanjing garrison commander Wanyan Yinshuke beside him… These were the truly top dignitaries currently in Yanjing.

Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Yinshuke were both from Nianhan's faction; the three brothers on the other side were self-evident; Talhan, originally a confidant of the emperor, was now on shaky ground, left with only face-saving measures; and Wanyan Pujiabu, as another cousin of Aguda and Wuqimai, had always had excellent private relations with Nianhan… In other words, Nianhan was not afraid of conducting true high-level democracy.

Back to the present, seeing Nianhan leading such a large group of people in, the three princes and Talhan and Xiyin all changed their expressions. Talhan's face turned pale, almost as pale as Wushu's, who was recovering from a severe illness. Only Wanyan Pujiabu nodded and smiled from afar… The expressions of the two sides formed a sharp contrast.

Nianhan approached the foot of the steps. Seeing this, he sneered inwardly. As he ascended the steps, he jokingly addressed Talhan: "Why is the Left Military Supervisor's face so pale?"

Talhan, standing far away on the steps of the Shangshu Tai, was at a loss for words and uneasy, even showing signs of fear.

Nianhan, disdaining his silence, quickened his pace and went straight to Talhan, preparing to question him.

"Field Marshal!"

However, in the nick of time, the Fourth Prince Wanyan Wushu, who had been conversing with Xiyin, suddenly stepped forward from behind, blocking Talhan. Then, looking down at Nianhan, who had already approached, he sternly confronted him. "Today, we are here to meet the Anban Bojilie! He is only thirteen years old! What do you mean by bringing so many troops to meet such a person?! Are you afraid that we will harm you, or that the Anban Bojilie will harm you?!"

Nianhan stood dumbfounded at the foot of the steps. The Meng'an and Mouke behind him also changed their expressions and became uneasy.

"Wushu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Nianhan recovered and chuckled dryly, then became stern. "Can such words be uttered?"

"Even if I say ten thousand words, will they have any effect? On the other hand, Field Marshal never speaks, but does things swiftly!" Wushu's face was pale, but he stood firmly in front of the Shangshu Tai gate. "The Emperor has suffered a stroke in the palace. Pulu Hu (Wuqimai's eldest son) and the others are there serving medicine. The only place in Yanjing that can be considered public ground is this, and you still chose it. As a result, you want to surround it with troops and bring in military officers, and then you want to joke about the Right Military Supervisor (Talhan), asking him why his face is pale. Why do you think it's pale? Isn't it because he's afraid of being killed by you. Nianhan, I ask you face to face today, what exactly do you want to achieve?!"

The surroundings were silent, and no one dared to interrupt. Nianhan, with his temper, could not endure it. He immediately widened his eyes and roared: "Wushu! Are you worthy to ask me?!"

"I am a blood relative of the Taizu, how am I not worthy to ask?!" Wanyan Wushu continued to confront him sternly. "I ask you, are you really going to bring troops in today?"

"Isn't that allowed?!" Nianhan was furious and directly flicked the horsewhip in his hand in front of Wushu's nose. "I am the Field Marshal leading the Guolun Bojilie!"

"Nianhan, if you speak like this, I only have one sentence for you… Do you think you're the only one in the Great Jin with troops?!" Wushu showed no fear, and actually raised his hand to question him, meeting the force of the whip.

Nianhan was momentarily speechless, and the people around him, whether the dignitaries on the steps, Yinshuke beside Nianhan, the accompanying Meng'an and Mouke, or the Shangshu Tai duty soldiers under the Yanjing garrison command, were all dumbfounded.

At this time, Wushu, having seized the momentum, raised his hand again, pointed slightly at Yinshuke beside Nianhan, causing Yinshuke's figure to sway in the air. Then, he raised his hand again, passing Yinshuke, and pointed to the many uneasy Meng'an and Mouke below:

"Today, I am not only going to ask Nianhan, but also ask you… Since the Emperor had a stroke and cannot manage affairs, rumors have been spreading everywhere in Yanjing, saying that a collateral branch wants to kill all of Taizu's descendants in order to establish themselves. Is that what you are going to do today? Is that what you people are here to do?! If that's the case, you have the numbers, kill me, Wushu, first! If that's not the case, all of you get out of here! I must let you know that if any swords are drawn in the Shangshu Tai today, it will be a fight to the death!"

Many Meng'an and Mouke knelt down in disarray, and then many people directly retreated, but some people looked at Nianhan with fear, as if waiting for his words… No matter who, it was clear that they were unwilling to directly face this accusation, and unwilling to be dragged into such a serious matter for no reason.

Nianhan turned back in astonishment, his face stern, but he also regretted it in his heart… His intention was to ensure safety, not to act ruthlessly, but he didn't expect that the other side had become startled birds, and that this mere show of force would lead to such an unacceptable situation.

The scene was momentarily deadlocked. After a while, Yinshuke cautiously opened his mouth: "Field Marshal… Fourth Prince… now that things have come to this, how about giving each other some face? If this continues, what will happen to the Great Jin in the future? The Battle of Yaoshan, the Fourth Prince saw it with his own eyes, and those of us who didn't see it, who doesn't know about Woliyan's (Loushi's) abilities? No matter how accidental, how close a call, or how unwell Woliyan is, it was still Woliyan who led tens of thousands of Great Jin elites to a face-to-face defeat! The Song people are not what they used to be!"

Hearing this, Nianhan sighed inwardly, but was still unwilling to back down on the surface.

Wushu sighed up at the sky, took the initiative to retreat, cleared the way, and then bowed sideways to Nianhan: "Field Marshal… I was also somewhat rude today, but the Anban Bojilie is too young and has no Emperor to make decisions, so he is inevitably flustered. How about this? You dismiss the troops, and our attendants will also leave. Even the attendants and soldiers inside and outside the Shangshu Tai hall will go far away, and just the few of us will go inside to discuss matters."

Nianhan already wanted to put an end to this matter, but he was fierce by nature and still couldn't save face, so he just remained silent with a dark face.

At this time, Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Pujiabu came forward to persuade him together, and even Talhan, standing far away, carefully added half a sentence… But his face was still frighteningly pale.

"That's good." It was Wanyan Pujiabu who finally said a word that allowed Nianhan to find a way out. "Fourth Prince… don't be too fussy. After all, the Field Marshal is the Field Marshal, his status is different from ours. Let him leave a dozen or so hereditary Meng'an Mouke that everyone trusts, and let them serve as a guard of honor at the bottom of these steps."

Nianhan didn't say a word, but looked at Wushu, who frowned. Under the gaze of his two brothers and Talhan and others, he waited for a moment before slowly nodding: "Just Mouke, not Meng'an, and all the idle attendants inside the Shangshu Tai must be removed… As for the others, whether military officers or armored cavalry, all of them go home and don't make a scene here, lest rumors spread."

Nianhan frowned, but finally nodded under the persuasion of several people.

In this way, a major conflict was finally resolved. After a moment, Nianhan and these top Jin leaders who had been waiting for him for so long entered the Shangshu Tai together. They dismissed the irrelevant people and then sat down in the main hall.

More than a dozen hereditary Mouke, with a mixture of helplessness, embarrassment, fear, relief, and tension, remained in the Shangshu Tai courtyard, scattered under the steps, posing as a 'guard of honor' with the Yanjing garrison command soldiers under Yinshuke, who had been driven to a distance of fifty or sixty steps away from the main hall.

"Has the Anban Bojilie not arrived yet?" Entering the empty main hall of the Shangshu Tai, after everyone was seated, Nianhan continued to playact.

"He's here, Uncle Wu Ye brought him. He's waiting in the side hall…" Wushu replied calmly, as if he wasn't the one who had been sternly confronting him outside.

In stark contrast were the others, such as Talhan, the Grand Prince, the Third Prince, and even Yinshuke, who were all somewhat nervous and flustered, and had clearly not recovered from the confrontation just now.

This obvious contrast made Nianhan sigh inwardly… Wuqimai and Loushi had each reached their limit, and how many days did he have left? And if one day he also became old and weak, this fourth son would be the only one who could take charge of the country.

Thinking of this, Nianhan felt that he had gone too far these days.

"How is it?" Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Wushu urged him slightly. "Does Field Marshal want to see him now?"

"How can we not see him?" Nianhan forced himself to say. "After going through so much trouble, isn't it just to see him properly? Let the Xiucai bring Hela here."

Xiucai, was Wanyan Wu Ye's nickname. Wanyan Wu Ye was Talhan's younger brother, but he had never liked riding and hunting. On the contrary, he had liked reading and writing since he was young, when the Wanyan clan was still just a tribal alliance. He was a standard Confucian scholar, so he got this nickname. Of course, his talent for reading and his strategic level were probably far inferior to Wanyan Xiyin's. Otherwise, why would he have been excluded from the core power circle?

Enough idle talk. Changing the perspective, the Yanjing Shangshu Tai inherited the old objects of the Liao Dynasty, and was basically an independent palace complex, with a main hall in the middle, a side hall on each side, and a rear hall behind it. The side halls were divided into many rooms… But both the side halls and the rear hall were some distance away from the central 'Sheng Hall', so they seemed extremely empty.

Now that a promise had been made, Wushu personally got up and came to the door, instructing several Mouke waiting below: "The Field Marshal has ordered that you go to the left side hall and invite the Anban Bojilie to come."

The Mouke dared not neglect, and hurried to pick up the person.

After a short while, the 'Xiucai' Wanyan Wu Ye led a richly dressed young man of only twelve or thirteen years old, under the protection of seven or eight unarmored attendants, from the side hall in the distance.

Looking at this group of people, the Jin military officers in the open space in front of the Shangshu Tai, although they didn't say much, each had a somewhat stunned expression… For no other reason than that if they didn't already know who the 'Old Xiucai' in front was, and knew who the 'Little Xiucai' behind was, they would have thought that a pair of Han Confucian scholars, grandfather and grandson, had come!

The group entered the door. The Jin dignitaries in the hall, from Nianhan down, although they had not seen these two people for the first time, were still stunned at this moment.

Who would have thought that after only sixteen years since the founding of the country, the future Emperor of this Great Jin would become like this?

"This little one, Anban Bojilie Wanyan Dan, respectfully greets all Imperial Grand Uncles and Imperial Uncles." Ascending to the main hall, Wu Ye stepped aside. The eight cloth-clothed attendants flashed behind the door, and the twelve-year-old Wanyan Hela immediately bowed respectfully in the center of the main hall, with perfect etiquette.

Nianhan and Wushu, the two decision-makers, were momentarily flustered, and then looked at Wanyan Xiyin together.

Wanyan Xiyin quickly coughed and smiled: "Although our dynasty also has some special rules, the Anban Bojilie is, after all, like an imperial heir, and today they are all family members, so there is no need to be so polite… Get up quickly!"

"That's right." Nianhan also quickly braced himself and said. "Hela, today they are all family members, don't stand on so much ceremony."

Wanyan Hela, which was Wanyan Dan, then got up and sat cross-legged on the ground in the center of the hall, not even sitting on a futon.

Seeing this, Nianhan suppressed all kinds of discomfort and continued to ask in a hard voice: "Hela… I ask you… do you ride horses and shoot arrows on weekdays?"

"Reporting to the Imperial Uncle." Wanyan Dan replied seriously. "This little one rides horses and shoots arrows."

Nianhan was momentarily speechless.

"Do you read a lot?" Wanyan Xiyin liked him more and more, and couldn't help but interrupt. "What books do you read? Who is your teacher?"

"I also read books." Wanyan Dan continued to answer calmly. "I have read some of the main Han Chinese classics and history, and I have many teachers, but mainly the Imperial Grand Uncle and Mr. Gongmei."

"Who is Mr. Gongmei?" Nianhan couldn't help but ask.

"Han Fang… a Zhuangyuan from the Liao Dynasty." Wanyan Xiyin answered on the spot. "Don't tell me that the Field Marshal of the Han clan in Yanjing doesn't know."

Nianhan then nodded, but turned his head and seriously asked the young man in the middle again: "Hela, do you like reading or shooting arrows?"

Wanyan Dan's face flushed slightly, and then he seriously replied: "I would like to tell Imperial Uncle that I like to shoot and compose poems with several masters."

Wanyan Xiyin immediately clapped his hands and laughed, apparently extremely satisfied with this answer, while Nianhan was stunned for a moment, but looked at Wanyan Xiyin again: "What does it mean to only shoot women lions?"

"It means shooting arrows and composing poems at the same time." Wanyan Xiyin explained helplessly.

Nianhan clicked his tongue on the spot, and the other dignitaries present were mostly solemn, not knowing what they were dreading and waiting for.

"That… Hela… Ah Dan." Wushu finally couldn't help but speak. "Do you still recognize me?"

"You are Fourth Uncle!" Wanyan Dan immediately replied. "Master Han was brought by Fourth Uncle."

Wushu nodded, and then seriously said: "That's right, Ah Dan, since you have read so many books, then you should know two things: one is that you are the Anban Bojilie, and you will become the Emperor in the future, that is, the Emperor of the Great Jin; the other is that you should also know that our Great Jin was founded in a hurry, and the systems are very simple, the local decrees are inconsistent, and the rules of the Jurchens, Khitans, and Han Chinese coexist… Then I ask you, when you become the Emperor of the Great Jin, what system are you going to use? Or will you continue to mix them?"

Wanyan Dan blinked, and then looked at Nianhan and the others, and did not say anything for a moment.

"Don't be afraid." Wushu waved his hand and said. "As long as your uncle and I are here, no one can move your position as Anban Bojilie. Say it with confidence!"

Nianhan frowned for a moment, but didn't say anything.

At this time, Wanyan Dan carefully said to Wushu: "Nephew feels that our Great Jin has its own national conditions, and it would be too difficult to only use one system."

"That's right… Then I will ask you again, which of the three systems do you think is the best?"

Wanyan Dan hesitated, and finally answered seriously: "Nephew thinks that the Han Chinese system is the best."

"Why?" Wushu asked curiously.

"Because the Han Chinese system is the most complete, and the Han Chinese system is to centralize power in the middle, so that great things can be done from the middle." Wanyan Dan said carefully. "But Master Han said that this should not be said for the time being…"

Wushu and the people around him chuckled, not taking it seriously, "Then why did you still say it?"

"Because Master Han and Imperial Grand Uncle both said that Fourth Uncle is the most trustworthy person today." Wanyan Dan became more careful. "Before Master Han came, he also specifically said that Fourth Uncle can do whatever he wants today."

The hall, which was gradually becoming more active, suddenly became quiet. Nianhan couldn't help but glare at the somewhat flustered 'Old Xiucai' Wanyan Wu Ye.

Wushu chuckled again, but quickly asked again: "Then I'll ask you one more thing, Ah Dan… Before, we moved the Han Chinese and Khitans of Yanyun and Hedong to Huining Prefecture, but countless people escaped on the way, which instead strengthened the Mongolians, and then the Emperor and the Field Marshal also felt that this matter was done wrong, and they stopped it last year… Do you know?"

"I know."

"It's good that you know." Wushu suddenly said solemnly. "Now there is another big mistake, that is, the Meng'an and Mouke were previously enfeoffed to the local areas, and as a result, they treated the Han Chinese people as slaves in the local areas, causing the Han Chinese to rebel constantly. Then, these Meng'an and Mouke mixed with the Han Chinese in the local areas, and instead of learning the advantages of the Han Chinese, they learned their disadvantages, making them indulgent and enjoying themselves every day, and their combat effectiveness became lower and lower, so that they suffered a great defeat in Guanshi… Ah Dan, when you become the Emperor, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

"Wushu!" Nianhan suddenly said sharply. "How can he understand such things?! And so many Meng'an Mouke have already been sent out, how can they be easily taken back?"

"Isn't this an examination?" Wushu was not afraid at all. "It's not like he will ascend the throne today, abolish the Bojilie and the Field Marshal's Office in a few days, and then negotiate a peace the day after… What are you afraid of in such a child?"

Nianhan helplessly waved his hand.

"This is the last question." Wushu faced the somewhat fearful Wanyan Dan and carefully comforted him. "After you finish speaking, you can go home today!"

Wanyan Dan nodded, and then carefully thought and seriously replied: "We should unify the laws and issue land, property, and clothes to these Meng'an and Mouke according to their ranks, so that they don't harass the local Han Chinese people."

Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Wushu nodded together, and even Nianhan began to ponder.

"Then where will the things issued to these Meng'an Mouke come from?" Xiyin couldn't help but ask.

"It is precisely to have those Han Chinese people pay taxes to the country, instead of being slaves of these Meng'an Mouke. The country takes the taxes and distributes them to those Meng'an and Mouke." Wanyan Dan replied calmly.

Xiyin nodded again and again.

"Go back!" Wushu also nodded, but while speaking, he personally got up to see him off as agreed.

Wanyan Dan then bowed again in the hall, and then carefully retreated with Wanyan Wu Ye. After a while, Wushu, who had been sending them all the way to the steps of the main hall, returned to the Sheng Hall.

Seeing Wushu come back, Nianhan immediately said: "This is not a Jurchen seed, it's simply a Han child! I'm afraid he thinks we are just rude barbarians."

"Field Marshal is overthinking it…" Wanyan Xiyin quickly defended Wanyan Dan.

"Wait a minute." Wushu, who had just made a gesture to sit down, turned back to the front of the hall and shouted at the Mouke and duty soldiers who were discussing in the distance dozens of steps away. "No talking! And no peeking or eavesdropping on what is being said here! All of you get farther away from me!"

Those Mouke, knowing that several dignitaries were going to talk about the Anban Bojilie, also moved away, and even the few duty soldiers left in the Shangshu Tai also took a dozen more steps outward, standing seventy or eighty steps away from the front of the Sheng Hall.

Nianhan, who had been tossing around all morning, disdained this completely, but still came to a conclusion in his mind: "Wushu, this kid Hela is not bad. In a few years, when the world is stable, it is feasible for him to be a successor. Let him ascend the throne now, lest things get complicated… He is really a Han child!"

Wushu turned around and pointed at the eight attendants who had come in with Wanyan Dan but had not left. Half of them, or four people, also went out, but they also directly closed the main door of the hall, which had only been opened to four doors from beginning to end.

The room did not suddenly darken, because the many skylights around were opened early in the morning. Even Nianhan did not react at this time, but kept talking: "Moreover, how can we, as ministers, easily do things like abolishing and establishing another emperor? We'll only cause trouble at that time."

"But if that's the case, will it not cause trouble for the Field Marshal to imprison the Emperor and Pulu Hu and the others?!" Wushu took an object from an attendant and came back with his back to him, with sarcasm in his words.

Seeing Wushu coming towards him with his hands behind his back, Nianhan immediately frowned and made a gesture to get up. This was a defensive action out of instinct, but his mind was already drawn to Wanyan Dan by Wushu, and he did not realize it… Moreover, he really did not think about it this way… This action was only a psychological defensive posture.

But soon, an accident occurred. When Wushu was three or four steps away from Nianhan, Wanyan Pujiabu on the futon on the side suddenly exclaimed on the ground, and then retreated a few steps.

Although Nianhan was still in a chaotic state, or rather, somewhat incredulous, he did not delay in realizing that Wushu was going to do something extraordinary. His battlefield instinct for many years made him immediately grab the horsewhip beside him, and then whip it towards the other person's head.

Wushu was staggered for a moment, allowing Nianhan to seize the gap and run towards the door from his side.

The whole place was in chaos. People like Wanyan Xiyin did not know what was going on, and the others just got up in a panic, but no one dared to act directly.

"Hold him down!" Wushu, covering his bloody face, was still the first to react and ordered loudly.

The four guards from the Han family in Yanjing looked at each other, and then went to stop him. But Nianhan's battlefield experience was so rich that he had already rushed past regardless, and crashed into the originally blocked door, creating a two-foot gap. Half of his body was already out!

But he never expected that there were also four people outside the door. Eight attendants, four inside and four outside, seized the opportunity to hold Nianhan down.

Half of Nianhan's body was outside the hall, and half of his body was still inside the hall. His limbs were held down by eight prepared warriors, and he could only desperately shout to the outside of the hall: "Someone is plotting a rebellion, come and save me!"

In front of the empty Shangshu Tai hall, almost at the most distant edge, about a hundred steps away, a dozen Mouke were all stunned, and then unhesitatingly pulled out their swords and were about to rush forward.

Even the duty soldiers seventy or eighty steps away were shocked and wavering… It was clear that as long as those Mouke followed, these people would definitely turn around and rush up with them.

However, after only a dozen steps, the dozen or so Mouke heard a miserable scream, and then the Fourth Prince, leading the Right Vice-Marshal Wanyan Wushu, forcefully pushed open the hall door, his face was covered in blood, and he appeared behind the wailer, Field Marshal Nianhan, with a bloodstained golden mace in his hand.

Seeing this, the dozen or so Mouke were almost instinctively somewhat guilty, and then their pace slowed down rapidly.

Next, as Wushu hammered hard at Nianhan's back and then at the back of his head, causing the latter's wailing to stop abruptly, these Mouke and those wavering soldiers each stopped their steps and looked at each other… Some were thinking that it would be great to have a Meng'an who could make the decision at this time! Others were thinking that since the Field Marshal was killed by this hammer, what was the point of saving him?!

What is a scheme?

This is the most direct and effective scheme… Three hammers down, publicly announcing that this person can no longer fulfill his political promises by destroying his physical body, and the matter is done. After all, Nianhan's eldest son, She Yema, was not qualified to be compared with these people in the Sheng Hall who had the qualifications of the founding of the country and had military power.

Capture the leader to capture the king, and resolve the Field Marshal with three hammers.

"What are you waiting for?!" Wushu, kneeling on Nianhan's back, smashed the back of his head with a hammer, splattering blood on his face. While alarming all the warriors on all sides below, he turned his head and roared ferociously, "Now that things have come to this, the hammer has been hammered, do you still want to bet on him? Talhan! Yinshuke! Eliduo! Woben! Xiyin! Pujiabu! What did the Emperor's edict write, have you forgotten?! He's dead, can the country's affairs be left to others?!"

Each time Wushu shouted a name, the movement of the soldiers outside the hall weakened by one or two points. After shouting the Emperor's edict, they were almost all stunned, so that the last sentence was almost like flirting with a blind man.

It is said that Nianhan was hit by two hammers on his back and the back of his head, but he was not dead, but he desperately stretched out a bloody hand. A Mouke below had received Nianhan's favor on the battlefield, and his blood was surging for a moment, and he could not bear it any longer, and made a gesture to come forward again.

But at this moment, the Marshal's Left Military Supervisor Talhan appeared, took the hammer from Wushu's hand, and hammered it hard on the threshold towards Nianhan's outstretched hand, almost smashing half of Nianhan's arm on the ground… The latter immediately spat blood in pain.

At the same time, Wushu, who handed over the hammer, went out and stood beside Nianhan, aiming his pale face full of blood stains at the duty soldiers and hereditary Mouke under the steps.

Seeing this, the only hereditary Mouke who rushed up a few steps shivered like a sieve, and could no longer move forward… He was almost certain that if he took another step forward, the Fourth Prince would definitely shout out his name and his family background.

After Talhan, the Grand Prince, leading the Hulu Bojilie Wanyan Woben, also came forward, but pushed Talhan and pushed the other person out of the door, and then took the hammer and hammered it hard on Nianhan's waist on the ground again.

After one hammer, the Grand Prince dropped the hammer and went out to stand side by side with Wushu. Immediately afterwards, the Third Prince, leading the Left Vice-Marshal Wanyan Eliduo, also flashed out of the Sheng Hall, but picked up the golden mace that had become a bloody hammer and smashed it towards Nianhan's back again.

But after Eliduo smashed it, he threw down the hammer and stood side by side with Talhan. Inside and outside the Sheng Hall, it was quiet again for a moment, until Wushu, without looking back, roared in the hall, "Yinshuke, what are you waiting for?"

Yinshuke slowly walked over, picked up the hammer, but unexpectedly, Nianhan, whose abdomen and back had become a mess, had not yet died, but turned his head with all his strength, and looked at Yinshuke diagonally. His mouth, full of blood, seemed to be muttering something.

Although it was from the side, although the other person's mouth was already full of blood, although the other person could not make a sound at all, for some reason, Yinshuke still understood what the other person was saying—'Yinshuke, is it you too'?

Therefore, after a moment, just taking a long breath, Wanyan Yinshuke no longer hesitated, and directly hammered down with all his strength, but it hit the other person's face squarely, smashing Nianhan beyond recognition.

"Third Brother, you are a Marshal of many years, Yinshuke, you are the Yanjing garrison commander. The two of you quickly go out now, don't care about anything else, directly go to the military camp to take over the troops, and then capture She Yema (Nianhan's eldest son) and the others, and this matter will no longer be reversed." As soon as Yinshuke hammered down, the soldiers outside the hall were silent, but W