Mo Zizai's army set off and returned to Beijing. Those who were following Mo Zizai's movements at any time in the capital received the news as soon as possible.

Therefore, the people who were a little nervous immediately gathered at the residence of Minister of War Wang Fucheng, who wanted to discuss countermeasures.

"Shangshu Wang, Mo Zizai is coming back. What should I do about this?"

Dong Lin, the prefect of Tianjing Prefecture, looked at Wang Fucheng with a sad face, and his heart was full of worry.

As the prefect of Tianjing Prefecture, he participated in all defenses in the capital. The empress was assassinated some time ago. Without him, the assassins would not have been able to get into the capital so easily.

So after the assassination failed, he was undoubtedly the one who was most frightened, and I don’t know if it was his psychological effect. These days he always felt that someone was staring at him quietly. This feeling undoubtedly made him even more frightened.

Therefore, after hearing the news that Mo Zizai returned to Beijing, he immediately came to Wang Fucheng's mansion. After all, if Wang Fucheng had not threatened him, he would not have been involved in such a thing, so Wang Fucheng must give him an explanation now.

"I have no choice."

Wang Fucheng's face was dull. From the day the assassination failed, he knew that there would be more danger this time.

Although the empress did not hold them accountable, he knew in his heart that this was not a good thing, because the empress was waiting for Mo Zizai to come back to make a decision.

This time, they did things very cleanly as usual, and there were many people in their connection. If the empress held accountable, they only needed to launch a group of scapegoats. As for those of them, at most they would be punished for their poor work and would not have too many problems.

But it would be different if Mo Zizai came back, and this person was a lunatic.

"But I know that for the sake of the present, there is only one way to go."

Wang Fucheng closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know how many people Mo Zizai would kill this time, but he seemed to have seen the scene of blood flowing in the court.

When Dong Lin heard Wang Fucheng's words, he was very happy. He thought Wang Fucheng had come up with some good idea. He said excitedly: "I'll just say that as the Minister of War, how could Lord Wang not leave any way out for his work?"

"I wonder what the road is the road that Lord Wang is talking about?"

"Dead end."

Wang Fucheng looked at Dong Lin with some pity and said, "There is no way out to retreat when assassinating the emperor. Since he fails, there is no way out to retreat."

"For the sake of this, we can only sacrifice our efforts to protect the rest of the officials."

"Sacrifice...sacrifice us?"

Dong Lin was stunned. This was not the answer he wanted. He didn't want to sacrifice. At that moment, he didn't care about the angry eyes of the other officials and pointed at them, "Mr. Wang, are you wrong? What does it mean to sacrifice us? Shouldn't you sacrifice them?"

"They don't have enough weight."

Wang Fucheng shook his head. He didn't want to die, but there was no way. Mo Zizai would never easily expose the matter if he didn't kill some people with enough weight. In this incident, he and Dong Lin were undoubtedly the two most weighty people.

"Mo Zi is cruel and ruthless. If he lets him do it, he will probably cleanse him if anyone in the court who can be related to this matter."

"At that time, we still cannot escape."

"Since we all die, it's better for both of us to stand up and use our death to protect them."

"Mr. Wang Gaoyi, we will remember it in our hearts."

Hearing Wang Fucheng's words, all officials except Dong Lin stood up and bowed to Wang Fucheng.

"Don't act rebelliously and kill innocent people indiscriminately. If he lets him go like this, the Great Zhou will sooner or later die with him."

Wang Fucheng sat steadily and received a gift from them, continuing, "After I die, I hope you can work together to welcome the King of Bei'an as soon as possible. In this way, there will be a glimmer of life in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Let's remember."

All the officials looked at Wang Fucheng with a solemn expression, as if they were watching a righteous man who sacrificed his life for justice.

At this moment, Dong Lin finally came to his senses. He pointed at Wang Fucheng and cursed angrily: "Fart, fart, fart!"

"The surname of Wang, I want to die. Don't take me with me!"

"What is Bei'an, Nan'an, what does it have to do with me? I am a little prefect, why should I involve me?"

"What did you say when you looked for me before? Didn't you say you can guarantee that I will never be in trouble? Is that what you guarantee?"

If Dong Lin was usually timid and afraid of trouble, he would never dare to talk to Wang Fucheng like this, but at this time he was obviously not alive, so he would not care about so much and roar at Wang Fucheng angrily.

"Why should Lord Dong pretend to be hypocritical?"

Wang Fucheng frowned and stopped the officials who wanted to angrily denounce Dong Lin and said, "As the prefect, don't you know the nature of this matter? If you are held accountable for such a thing, who can protect you?"

"You are afraid of death and will not be able to give up wealth and wealth, but you will participate in it. I blame me now, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"But...but..."

Dong Lin was speechless when he was refuted. He lost all his energy in an instant, and said in a daze: "You have clearly stated before that this matter is foolproof."

"Nothing is wrong..."

Wang Fucheng sighed when he heard this. If he was not fully sure about the matter of raiding the house and destroying the ancestors, he would definitely not dare to take action.

But it was their actions that they thought were foolproof but failed.

They still can't figure it out. They clearly chose the time when the power of the palace was the weakest, and even the defense of the capital was bypassed by them. Why did they fail?

There are so many masters, including even human-level warriors, who did not even have a bubble after entering the palace. Does the royal family really have any power hidden in the dark?

But now that things have come to this point, it is useless for them to think about it. Wang Fucheng shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He spoke to Dong Lin: "My Lord Dong, Mo Zizai has a few days left to go to the capital. You should go back and make arrangements early."

“Arranging…arrange…”

Dong Lin smiled miserably and arranged what else could he arrange now? Apart from arranging some children to leave the capital so that he would not have any blood cut off, what else could he arrange?

"Wang Fucheng, I was hurt by you!!!"

Dong Lin left a sentence angrily, and then left Wang Fucheng's study without looking back.

The other officials looked at Wang Fucheng's ugly face and said nothing more. After bowing and bowing, they all surrendered.

After they all left, Wang Fucheng's confidant came over, "Master, you have already arranged it, and the young master and the others have all sent it to Jiangnan."

"That's good, that's good."

Wang Fucheng nodded with some relief, "Although this operation failed, both King Bei'an and Qian Min have to accept my favor."
Chapter completed!