Because he dealt with the assassins too easily, Mo Chuchen's image became more and more bizarre in the team. Some said he was a disciple of the miracle doctor, while others said he was a famous knight. In short, he did not match his frail scholar appearance at all.

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It is precisely because of the presence of such a great god that the people in the team don't have to be too worried. Even if a human assassin comes to assassinate, there is still another question as to whether they can survive?

No, just half a month has passed, and there are already many more prison cars in their carriage team, and those are all assassins who were captured alive.

The mastermind behind the scenes finally gave up the plan against Mo Chuchen after sending out three or four groups of assassins and failing to assassinate him many times.

A month later, Mo Chuchen successfully arrived at the Imperial Capital. Standing in the Imperial Capital, he could clearly feel that Emperor Zhao's true dragon luck had begun to gradually weaken.

Mo Chuchen didn't waste much time and was sent into the palace without stopping. He also quickly saw Emperor Zhao.

Compared to the high-spirited young man before, Zhaoti was now lying on the hospital bed with a bloodless face, looking at Ju Ping who had aged several dozen years.

Emperor Zhao's residence is a palace next to a small lake. The windows are ventilated on all sides. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant outside. The lake is sparkling and full of vitality. The house is gloomy and smells of medicine. The so-called emperor looks like he is about to pass away.

A bleak look.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you will be fine soon."

Mo Chuchen just glanced at the dying Emperor Zhao, took out pen and ink and started writing on the rice paper.

Zhaodi blinked his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he was really seriously ill and his whole body was weak. He could only tilt his neck and look at the thin back of the young scholar.

"This prescription is taken three times a day, one bowl at a time."

After finishing writing, he handed it over to many imperial doctors who were watching.

Because of Emperor Zhao's illness, the imperial doctors have not had a proper rest for a long time. Some of these imperial doctors have gray beards and many have young faces. They don't look much better than Zhao Emperor now.

"This prescription is unprecedented..."

The imperial doctors swarmed over and looked at the prescriptions on the rice paper with great confusion.

They have never seen or heard of the medicinal materials above.

"Go to the Treasure Pavilion and look for it. There must be some."

The Treasure Pavilion that Mo Chuchen mentioned was the place where the treasures presented to Emperor Zhao by the vassal countries over the years were placed.

There are many rare treasures inside, including some strange-looking plants or medicinal materials.

"Thank you for your hard work. How is your majesty's condition? Is your majesty suitable enough to go to court?"

After leaving the door, several courtiers who were waiting for news gathered around him.

After Emperor Zhao fell ill, almost all power fell into the hands of these ministers.

Their position is that they neither hope that Emperor Zhao will die, nor that he will live a good life.

Fortunately, Emperor Zhao couldn't hear their voices, otherwise he would be so angry even if he wasn't sick.

"Just wait for the good news."

Mo Chuchen quickly strode away.

"I heard that Miracle Doctor Wei encountered many assassins along the way. May I ask, which sect of martial arts did the Miracle Doctor practice? He is so powerful!"

These officials, large and small, palace maids, eunuchs, etc. were pestering Mo Chuchen from entering the palace to leaving the palace.

The questions he asked were each more outrageous than the others, as if he had implicitly assumed that he was a martial arts master.

"My lords, you are joking. Wei is just a scholar. How can he know martial arts? Don't ask."

After saying this, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man in brocade clothes jumped up and rode the wind with lightness, leaving everyone alone in shock.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the young man named Wei Ce would not reveal the details, and they would not ask questions out of curiosity, but the investigation still needed to be carried out.

However, before anyone could find out the reason, Zhaodi over there drank the medicine for a few days and immediately recovered. Not only could he walk, but he could also go to court.

The powerful ministers who had their rights taken back by Emperor Zhao once again expressed their hearts were very disappointed, but they still had to smile with joy on their faces.

After three days of drinking the medicine, Zhaoti finally regained the vigor and energy he should have as a young man, and was free to deal with the assassins' problems.

This investigation revealed that there were many people who wanted to harm him! In the half month after Terutei recovered from his illness, many people were sent to the guillotine one after another for assassination issues.

Regarding this result, Mo Chuchen said that it was just a matter of courtesy.

If those powerful officials hadn't attacked him first, he wouldn't have thrown the evidence directly in Emperor Zhao's face.

Yes, when Emperor Zhao started investigating the case, Mo Chuchen quickly arrested some powerful officials in the court.

To be honest, Emperor Zhao was not so merciful. None of those who really wanted to harm him could escape. All the men and women were sent to the frontiers. For a while, many people were really quiet.

Inside the Imperial Study Room

"Mr. Wei, you have worked so hard to find out the evidence of those guilty officials. What do you want?"

The young Emperor Zhao looked at the memorial and frowned. Faced with the things that happened today, he actually felt puzzled in his heart.

In his view, everything done has a purpose, and no behavior in the world is selfless.

He is not arrogant enough to think that everyone in the world will listen to him as an emperor, especially about martial arts.

People in the martial arts world have always scorned imperial orders, and using force to violate imperial orders has become a daily routine.

So, why would Wei Ce, a man with great martial arts skills, be loyal to him?

"Of course it's for an official position!" Mo Chuchen's casual voice answered Emperor Zhao.

When Emperor Zhao looked up, he saw a white-faced scholar quietly appearing in the imperial study room at an unknown moment. His aura was still as weak as ever, but it made people feel frightened for no reason.

"One official and half a job?" Emperor Zhao immediately thought of those lucrative positions. In life, it is not for money but for power. Even people in the martial arts world are hard to avoid this.

Mo Chuchen sat aside without any panic and dissatisfaction, eating the apricot blossom cake next to him, and nodded and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty sees me as a scholar. Since I am a scholar, I naturally study hard to get an official position."

No, I don’t want any high-ranking official or salary, so I’ll just stay in Nanzhou and be the governor of Nanzhou or something like that.”

"That's it?" Zhaodi didn't feel at all that the other party was a scholar. Which scholar could kill someone in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles?

Especially recently, sneaking into the homes of those criminals to look for evidence is something called skill.

"That's it." Mo Chuchen was determined.

"The people in Nanzhou have always been fierce, and there are more martial arts people who are disobedient to discipline. Are you sure you want to go there?" Emperor Zhao asked again.

What he said is quite good. In fact, the situation in Nanzhou is that there is not much fertile land, there are too many tribes and indigenous people, and the roads are almost blocked by heavy snow during the severe cold winter. The mountains and rivers are really dangerous, and usually the criminals who commit crimes are exiled.

Live in Nanzhou.

"That's natural. Your Majesty, please prepare your decree."

Emperor Zhao had no idea why Wei Ce was seeking this official position. The governor of Nanzhou sounded high and mighty, but those who could be assigned to be governors of Nanzhou were often those who lost out in the power struggle in the imperial city.

Where can I go to where I can only endure hardship and earn money? Sorry, the martial arts people and aborigines over there ignore the court, and any taxes are just a cloud. At worst, they will rush to live in the xxx country next door overnight.

Emperor Zhao easily gave the position of Nanzhou governor to Mo Chuchen, and then sent people to go south to Quancheng to announce the news. By the way, Wei Ce's residence in Quancheng was repaired and a small plaque related to the official position was hung.

This is according to the custom of the country. Anyone who is an official in a different place needs to hang a merit plaque in his home.

Firstly, it is to explain one's identity; secondly, it is purely a face-saving project.

In order to express the importance he attached to Wei Ce, Emperor Zhao personally wrote a small plaque for the Nanzhou Prefect and sent it to Quancheng.

Just when Mo Chuchen was happily heading to Nanzhou with his belongings, the father-in-law sent by Emperor Zhao to repair and hang the plaque encountered an unprecedented problem.

It turns out that since the news of the third son of Wei becoming the governor reached Quancheng, the people in Quancheng have been discussing where the governor's small plaque should be hung.

Although the Third Young Master of Wei is a concubine, he is really promising!

Not only did he earn millions of silver by himself, but he also got a position as a prefect. That was a matter of honor for the ancestors!

Some people think that the plaque should be hung in the old house of the Wei family.

After all, how could anyone hang a Guangzong Yaozu sign on an unrelated house?

But some people think that the third son of Wei is just a bastard, not a legitimate son.

The place where he actually lives is not the Wei family's old residence, and it is too strange to hang his fame on a place where he will never be able to live in it for the rest of his life.

Father-in-law Nian thought about hanging the plaque for a long time before deciding to hang it on the manor that Mo Chuchen bought.

The old house of the Wei family will belong to the legitimate son of the Wei family in the future, so he doesn't think it is right to hang the merit badge on someone else's house.

"That's not right! Father-in-law, even if Wei Ce becomes the prefect, he is still a descendant of my Wei family. After all, he should be listed as the old residence of the Wei family!"

Wei Peng did not dare to speak loudly to Eunuch Nian. He just bent his back, nodded and bowed his head to speak out his appeal.

Eunuch Nian, however, did not stop Wei Peng's nonsense, and said slowly in a sharp voice: "I originally thought so, but later, I thought about it again, Mr. Wei has already separated, and in the future, the old house of the Wei family will be yours."

It would be really inappropriate for the Wei family's legitimate son to hang a plaque bearing his name on it."

Wei Peng was wondering! The legitimate son was a loser. If it weren't for the legitimate son inheriting the family business since ancient times, he would have wanted to bring Wei Ce back.

There are two kinds of lives, those with a merit badge and those without.

Without the name badge, the Wei family is just an ordinary merchant, and everything must be done according to procedures.

If they die, they will be the governor's family, and they will have different identities.

Although family members are inseparable by blood, everyone with a discerning eye knows where to sell favors, right?

In the backyard of the Wei family, the second aunt was cracking melon seeds while the maid listened to the news about Wei Ce from outside.
To be continued...