"Wu Maoji, please don't care. Everyone is so angry. Luo Lin and I know that you have been serving the royal family faithfully." Chen Zaixing smiled: "I understand your idea very well. The kingdom cannot exist without the new army. The new army needs money, but as the king's servant and the leader of the Privy Council, you always have to do something you don't want to do."

"For example, betray your compatriots as slaves?"

"If you want to think so, I don't care!" Chen Zaixing sneered: "For Shunhua Company, it's nothing more than a matter of money. If you think this makes you feel embarrassed, I can make a request to the domestic business names and I believe I can find enough miners. But I just want to remind you that it is not me who turned them into slaves, but the laws of the Kingdom of Burma."

Mao Ji stared at Chen Zaixing's eyes fiercely, but the other party just looked back calmly, with no joy or anger in his eyes. After a while, Mao Ji walked out without saying a word.

The next day, Mangji submitted his resignation to the Inner Palace. After regent Princess Rollin failed to retain her, she immediately accepted Mangji's resignation and used Dioke as counselor of the Privy Council, namely the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Burma.

After Dioc ascended the throne of counselor of the Privy Council, the first thing he did was to immediately order the existing slaves to Shunhua Company at a price of three taels of silver, and at the same time ordered the exploration rights of Shunhua Company from Mandalay to Kunming Railway, including the development rights of land, minerals and forests within 30 kilometers of both sides of the railway. In return, the Myanmar royal family obtained 30% of the equity of the newly established ShunMyanmar Railway Company.

"Diok, this traitor, actually surrendered to Chen Zaixing so quickly!" Maumi slapped the tabletop, and the wine glass jumped up with the shocking tabletop. The splashed wine suddenly soaked a large area of ​​the tabletop.

"He has long become the dog of Shunguo!" A strong Burmese nobleman sat opposite the table. His face turned a little blue when he was drunk. If it weren't for the Chen Zaixing who covered him up, he had participated in the crime of murdering the previous king of the pseudo-King Mengji, he would have been trampled to death by an elephant!" Speaking of this, the Burmese nobleman lowered his voice and said, "Wu Maoji, you must find a way to deal with this dog, otherwise sooner or later he would put his dirty hands on our heads!"

"What do you mean, Tu San?" Mao Ji heard the gloomy meaning in the other party's words and couldn't help but tremble. He had already woken up by 60 to 70%.

"Be it!" Tu San sneered: "A few days ago, a few servants in my village have escorted this year's taxes. They are from several generations. They are very loyal to me. I also have weapons there. I find a chance to get rid of that guy. He offended many people when he was in trouble. Who would have thought that we were the ones who did it?"

"Absurd!" Maumi stood up and lowered his voice and shouted, "Are you crazy? You should know that Dioc has dozens of guards around you wherever he goes, and he is also the largest secret spy in Mandalay. Did you kill him? If it doesn't work, it will cause a big disaster! Discard this idea as soon as possible!"

Tu San sneered: "Mangji, it is precisely because he is the secret agent that I want to kill him. Killing the best dog used by Shun people is equivalent to blinding their eyes and letting other guys who want to surrender to Shun people know what the outcome will be. As for those guards, I have my own way!"

"What's the solution?" Mao Ji couldn't help but move. He hated Dioc to the core, but he just couldn't start.

"You should know that according to the nobles, if they want to meet both His Majesties, they must enter alone, and at most bring one entourage. No matter how many guards Dioc have, they cannot be brought to the palace!"

"Are you planning to assassinate Diocke in the palace?" Maungji's face suddenly turned gray.

"Then of course I'm not that stupid! Of course, my people can't get in!" Tu San smiled, stretched out his finger and dipped it in the wine glass, and started to draw and explain it on the table.

"You know, in order to prevent the soldiers guarding the gate from affecting and colliding with the nobles in the palace, the guards were actually not at the palace gate, but at the gate outside the palace gate, and a section of about 800 meters away from the two gates. This place is also used as a place for parking cars, horses and sedan chairs. When Dioc arrived at the gate, the guards had to stay, and my people were attacking between the gate and the palace gate!" At this point, Tu San stretched out his finger and pointed it in the blank space.

"Then how do your people bring weapons in?"

"Haha, that's why the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed!"

Two days later.

Dioc was sitting in the sedan chair, with fifty fully armed soldiers arranged around the sedan chair, all of which were warriors he had taken in the war. Dioc knew in his heart that he had followed the pseudo king Mengji at first, and later killed Mengji and surrendered to the Shunjun. There were quite a few people who wanted his life. Instead of relying on those enemies to let him go, it would be better to be careful.

However, from the wars in the past two years, Dioc learned the truth that if a small country like Myanmar wants to live a good life, the only way is to see one thigh and hold it tightly. When the situation reverses, it should jump onto another ship decisively. Apart from that, there is no other way. Dioc thought and did so, so he was able to ascend to the throne of the counselor of the Privy Council, and also knew why he could sit in this position below one person and above ten thousand people, and to repay the master's kindness with the fastest, most thorough, and most shameless actions. As for the curses and threats of the nobles in the Privy Council, Dioc did not take it too seriously. For him, the most terrible thing was not hated by his compatriots, but the loss of power. He firmly believed that as long as there was no force under the anger of hatred, there was nothing scary.

Just as Dioc was closing his eyes in the sedan chair, the sedan chair stopped and the voice of his confidants came from outside the suburbs.

"Sir, I'm here at the palace gate!"

Dioc nodded, got out of the sedan chair, sorted out his clothes, and said, "Go to the palace!"

Dioc entered the gate and walked along a bluestone road towards the palace gate. The gate was newly built after the last rebellion of Mengji. The purpose was to strengthen the guards of the palace. It became a large courtyard between the gate and the palace gate, and it was used as a place for temporary parking of sedan chairs on weekdays. Dioc and his entourage walked about halfway, and suddenly saw several men dressed in sedan chairmen surrounded them, with their hands in their sleeves, and their intentions were quite unkind.

"Sir, the situation is a little wrong. Let's go to the palace gate!"

Dioc nodded. The intuition brought by the wandering between life and death for several years made him feel that death was approaching him. He accelerated his pace and ran towards the palace gate.

"Kill him and reward one thousand taels of silver!" The leading sedan chair roared, and everyone pulled out the steel knives from their sleeves and rushed towards Dioc.

"Sir, run quickly, I'll block here!" The entourage pushed Diocto hard and turned to meet the assassins. Diocto ran towards the palace gate without saying a word. Soon there were fighting and scolding behind him, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a dying moan. Diocto knew that his entourage had finished. He gritted his teeth, rolled and crawled to the palace gate, and shouted to the two guards guarding the gate: "There are assassins!"

Almost at the same time, the assassins who had killed their entourage had already chased them up. They held up their bloody steel swords and roared at Dioc. The guards at the palace gate were different from the guards outside the gate. They were more of an honorary position. They usually chose tall and handsome young men from noble families. They had never seen such a formation. The two guards were in a hurry and just pulled the bolt on the gun. The assassins had already rushed in front of them. One of them was immediately stabbed down by a knife. The remaining man fired a shot, but it was empty. Then the assassin was also chopped on his head with a knife and raised his head and fell down. Seeing that this was not good, Dioc turned his head and fled into the palace. While running, he shouted: "Assassins entered the palace, and an assassins entered the palace!"

The assassins hurriedly chased after him, but they didn't expect that there were many buildings in the palace. Dioc turned two turns and no one was seen. The heavy steps and commands of the guards outside the palace were heard. Obviously, the gunshots just now had alarmed the soldiers outside the palace. The leader of the assassin stamped his feet: "Forget it, Dioc is very slippery. Everyone fled in all directions, don't fall into the hands of the soldiers!"

Twenty minutes later, Dioke, sweating-ridden Deok, knelt in front of Luo Lin, who was ashen and with a panic expression, and trembled all over. Several bloody corpses were lying beside him, and two men who were beaten to death were kneeling on the ground.

"What's going on? He actually let the assassin come into the palace! Are there so many rebels in Myanmar?" Luo Lin finally couldn't control the anger and panic in his heart and shouted loudly.

"My subordinates deserve to die, meritorious!" Dioc hurriedly kowtowed. As a counselor of the Privy Council, he was actually the prime minister of the Kingdom of Burma, and his responsibility was also his fault for guarding the palace.

"Rolin!" Chen Zaixing walked out from behind, gently hugged Luo Lin's shoulder, and said, "Now is not the time to hold people accountable. The important thing is to find out the real murderer behind the scenes and punish them strictly!"

"You are right, resurrection! Dioc, you interrogate the assassin immediately, and you must capture the culprit behind me! No matter who it is, you must punish it strictly!"

"Yes, Your Majesty Princess!" Dioke kowtowed excitedly, stood up, and looked gratefully at Chen Zaixing standing behind Luo Lin. He knew very well who had saved the siege for him just now and turned things around in a direction that was beneficial to him.

Looking at Dioc's departure back, Luo Lin's tense body suddenly relaxed. She leaned on Chen Zaixing's arm weakly: "Resurrection, how could things turn out like this? Are there so many people in the Privy Council who oppose my appointment of Dioc's rule?"
Chapter completed!