Qingjiangpu's fall into the water was not an accident, but a conspiracy between the civil service group and the general Jiang Bin.
Traveling through time as Emperor Zhengde on his sick bed, I found myself in a certain death situation.
Yang Tinghe knelt in front of the couch holding the imperial edict: "Your Majesty, please appoint a high official as soon as possible to stabilize the country."
I forced my sick body to sneer: "I'm not dead yet."
That night, Zhang Yong was secretly summoned: "Draft an order to transfer Wang Shouren to the capital."
Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. I will break this dead game with blood and fire.
