Assassinating the King and Killing the Emperor

Military Affairs Office.

Tong Jing, the Commissioner of Military Affairs and a regent minister, had just returned from court.

Now, as one of the three regents and the man who held military power, his doorstep was a bustling stream of carriages and horses, to the point of clogging the street.

"Master, these are the calling cards recently submitted by officials..."

The old steward held a thick stack of cards in every color, beaming with delight.

Though it was tiring, when one man attained the Dao, even his chickens and dogs rose to heaven. The gatekeeper's post at the Tong residence had now become the most lucrative position among the servants; just collecting red envelopes every day was enough to make one's hands go numb.

"Let them enter one at a time..."

Tong Jing gave the order casually, then added, "Do not neglect them... If any of those people I specifically mentioned before come, report it to me at once."

"This servant understands."

Naturally, calling cards were not handled on a first-come, first-served basis. Rank, reputation, and the urgency and gravity of the matter all had their own rules.

Knowing how to arrange them properly was also compulsory study for gatekeepers and stewards.

But as old hands who had served in the Military Affairs Office for years, they naturally understood what mattered.

Half an hour later.

The flower hall.

"Since that is the case, this old man shall take his leave first... I hope Minister Tong will consider it carefully."

His wide sleeves fluttering, Wen Ruoming carried himself with the integrity of a scholar as he proudly took his leave.

Tong Jing rose to see him out, his brows clouded with gloom. "...To actually intend to use the Hu people to check the frontier army—truly the insight of a scholar!"