Dad is afraid of blood, does your dad know?

Zhu Zhanjun's unyielding attitude rendered all of Fang Bin's schemes useless.

He felt powerless, utterly frustrated.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Fang Bin laughed in extreme anger, repeating the word "good" three times.

"Zhu Zhanjun, you are very good!"

"You just wait! We'll see each other tomorrow, in court!"

He uttered a threat and prepared to leave in a huff.

He had already decided not to pursue the matter of his son for now; he would endure one night.

Tomorrow, in court, he would rally all the censors to impeach Zhu Zhanjun to the death!

If he didn't bring Zhu Zhanjun down, he'd write his own name backward!

However, just as he turned around, an unexpected voice rang out from the crowd.

"Isn't that... isn't that Prince Zheng?"

A man in a short jacket rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly.

A companion beside him immediately retorted, "How is that possible! Prince Zheng is so noble, how could he appear in a place like this?"

"No! It's him! I've seen his portrait!"

Another voice, sharp and filled with immense excitement and admiration, rang out.

"A few days ago, the northern expeditionary army returned to the capital, and I went to join the crowd. There was a portrait of Prince Zheng hanging at the city gate, it's him! Exactly the same!"

"It really is Prince Zheng!"

"The Prince Zheng who defeated fifty thousand with three thousand and captured the Oirat Khan alive?"

"The living Bodhisattva who saved over a hundred thousand Great Ming soldiers from the Mobei cold snap?"

"Heavens! I actually saw the living Prince Zheng!"

"Long live Prince Zheng!"

Someone, it's unclear who, shouted first.

Immediately after, a huge cheer echoed throughout Zhuque Avenue.

"Prince Zheng, may you live for ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years!"

"God of War of Great Ming! Mighty!"

"Thump! Thump!"

The common people who had merely gathered to watch the spectacle now knelt down in a vast, dark mass.

Their gazes towards Zhu Zhanjun were filled with the most sincere reverence and the most fervent admiration.

To these ordinary people living under the emperor's rule, the emperor was too distant, and officials too awe-inspiring.

But Zhu Zhanjun, this young prince who had saved Great Ming's destiny from desperation with his own strength, was the true hero in their hearts, the God of War who protected their peace and prosperity!

Fang Bin and the Shuntian Prefecture constables he brought were all stunned.

They stared blankly at the shocking scene of ten thousand people kneeling before them, their minds completely blank.

Fang Bin felt his hands and feet go cold.

He... the person he had just threatened to impeach was... a God of War with such terrifying popularity among the common people?

He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he seemed to have heard someone say that the northern expeditionary army was able to return alive from the white wind in Mobei entirely thanks to Prince Zheng, who had somehow conjured an army from the heavens and sent a large amount of grain and cold-weather supplies.

At the time, he had dismissed it as a fabricated rumor by the army to exaggerate their achievements and hadn't taken it to heart at all.

Now it seemed... it was true!

A chill ran up his spine.

Impeach an imperial grandson who was like a god in the hearts of the people?

Was he tired of his official position being too stable?

Zhu Zhanjun was also a bit bewildered by the scene.

He knew his reputation was high now, but he hadn't expected it to be this high.

Looking at the reputation points soaring madly on the System panel at hundreds of thousands per second, he was overjoyed.

This was all money!

However, he still maintained a humble demeanor, raising his hand to the crowd.

"My fellow villagers, please rise."

"Protecting the country is the duty of every soldier, there is no merit in it."

"Please get up, the ground is cold."

The more he said this, the more the common people felt this prince was approachable and without airs, and their respect and affection for him deepened.

Zhu Zhanjun pleaded three times before the crowd reluctantly stood up, but their gazes toward him remained fervent.

After calming the citizens, Zhu Zhanjun turned his attention back to Fang Bin, whose face had turned ashen.

He walked up to Fang Bin, a gentle smile on his face, but his words struck like daggers.

"Minister Fang, you just said you were going to impeach me in court?"

Fang Bin's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Impeach?

Did he still dare to impeach now?

If he dared to say half a word against Prince Zheng in court, his family's gates would likely be torn down by the citizens of the entire Capital City the very next day!

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Zhu Zhanjun's smile widened.

"Minister Fang, I recall my Father, the current Crown Prince, was assassinated a few days ago, correct?"

Fang Bin's heart leaped. He didn't know why Zhu Zhanjun suddenly brought this up.

"The crossbow used by the assassin was a standard military issue crossbow. The arrowhead was poisoned with aconite, which seals the throat upon contact with blood."

Zhu Zhanjun's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Logically, these items should have been properly stored in the armory of the Ministry of War."

"However, they appeared in the Eastern Palace, in the hands of the assassins, and nearly took my Father's life."

He took a step forward, closing in on Fang Bin, his eyes sharpening.