Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne

Chapter 654: Chapter 320 Arriving at Jinling_3

"The imperial examination is the least significant?" Mr. Meng was shocked, "But the imperial examination is..." The words got stuck in his throat due to a rush of breath, rendering him speechless for a moment.

"His Highness the Tenth has many things in his mind more formidable than the imperial examination."

Mr. Meng finally caught his breath, his expression extremely excited: "Really?"

Zheng Xilin did not directly answer Mr. Meng’s question but replied meaningfully, "Innate knowledge."

Hearing this, Mr. Meng was initially full of shock and then suddenly understood, murmuring, "So that’s it, so that’s it..."

"Achoo!" On the river surface not far from Jinling, Zhao Yao, sitting in the boat, suddenly sneezed, startling Tong Xi, who was dozing off.

"Your Highness, what’s wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

"I’m fine, someone must be thinking of me," Zhao Yao said, rubbing his itchy nose, "It must be Third Uncle missing me."

"We’ll reach Jinling tomorrow." Tong Xi was very curious about the third uncle, whom Zhao Yao often mentioned.

"Yes, we’re finally arriving." Zhao Yao wrinkled his nose in disdain at the thought of being on the boat for so long, "If it takes any longer, I’ll get seasick."

Mentioning seasickness, one must talk about the obvious nuisance of Song Jicai and his three companions. Initially, all four of them got seasick as soon as they boarded the boat; later, just as they started acclimating, they once again began feeling seasick a few days ago, even worse this time. If they don’t reach Jinling soon, Zhao Yao felt his four good brothers might vomit themselves to death.

Upon hearing the words "seasickness," Tong Xi felt a wave of nausea, unable to suppress a dry heave. He quickly covered his mouth and said, "Your Highness, please refrain from saying those words."

"Alright, go back to your room and rest."

"Your Highness, what about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?"

"I’ll sleep in a while," Zhao Yao waved his hand at Tong Xi, then continued to lower his head and look at the book in front of him.

The book before him was about pirates, written by the people living by the sea in Dongwu, based on their experiences dealing with pirates.

At this time, the people of Japan were still barbarians without their own script. It’s heard that in recent years, the winds and rains in Fusang Country have been unfavorable, and coupled with their emperor’s brutality and injustice, it’s left the people in dire straits. In order to survive, many people from Fusang have become pirates.

This book was written quite well, but it’s a pity there is no map of Fusang Country. If there were a map of Fusang Country, then his people could go there easily.

Although it is unclear what the specific situation is within Fusang Country, it is certainly similar to the previous dynasty. Going to Fusang Country now is an excellent opportunity to conquer Fusang Country.

The more Zhao Yao thought about how this great opportunity would be missed, the more regretful it seemed. He quickly picked up a pen and wrote a letter to He Lianfang, instructing his second uncle to send some people to Fusang as soon as possible and stir up more chaos there.

After writing the letter, he asked Xiao Jin to deliver it back to the capital.

"Oh, Xiao Jin, after you visit my second uncle, go to see my eighth brother and ask Xiao Qing about matters concerning my eighth brother."

Xiao Jin raised one paw, extending three fingers.

Seeing Xiao Jin’s gesture, Zhao Yao couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Alright, no problem, I’ll give you two more."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin chirped contentedly, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Zhao Yao lightly tapped his fingers on the book in front of him, looking thoughtful.

After creating chaos in Fusang, he planned to seize Fusang and turn it into a prefecture of the Great Zhou. However, the people of Fusang are inherently vile and dark, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, yet adept at ingratiation. For such people, instilling fear only works if it becomes an indelible dread ingrained into their bones and blood.

To make the people of Fusang afraid, mere beating isn’t enough; they need to be severely tormented. In Zhao Yao’s dream, his world once suffered atrocious torture at the hands of the Fusang people, so he intended to return it to them a thousandfold.

If Tong Xi were still present, seeing Zhao Yao’s sinister and bloodthirsty expression at that moment would certainly frighten him.

Before sleeping, Zhao Yao had already planned how to deal with the people of Fusang in the future.

Early the next morning, the official ship carrying Zhao Yao and his companions arrived at the dock in Jinling.

Zheng Xilin personally brought some people to the dock to welcome Zhao Yao and his party.

Although Zhao Yao had never met Zheng Xilin before, he immediately recognized Zheng Xilin as his third uncle.

He never imagined that his third uncle would be such a handsome man, exuding an air of otherworldly refinement, resembling an immortal.