Come, let's raise a toast to celebrate our complete victory!

Li Gang's thoughts were spot on. It is said that Han Shizhong offended the emperor and was imprisoned by imperial decree. Huang, Wang, and Qin Gui immediately set up some wine at home and started drinking.

There was also a new face at the banquet, Du Chong, who was the Chief of the Secretariat. He had previously been sent to Kaifeng to suppress bandits, but because the emperor wanted to deploy troops to the north, he was summoned back to court. At this time, Yue Fei was one of his subordinates.

However, this old man didn't feel any pity, maybe just a little. The only thing he felt sorry about was losing such a capable subordinate.

The several treacherous ministers were all talkative. Once the benefits were sufficient, there was nothing to oppose.

Qin Gui said that as long as they could suffer a resounding defeat on the battlefield, the emperor would definitely be willing to negotiate sincerely. By then, Mr. Du would be in charge of the region, and he could make some moves every now and then, shifting the blame onto the Jin people. Wouldn't that be great?

When they thought that the entire Great Song Dynasty, including the emperor, was under their control and calculations, they were filled with satisfaction, toasting repeatedly.

In the deep palace, Cao Gong unexpectedly remained calm.

He had taken down Han Shizhong just to awaken this commanding general and remind him not to overstep the boundaries between monarch and subject.

After detaining Han Shizhong for only half an hour, Cao Gong took his trusted eunuch, Chen Gonggong, and went to the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Yue Fei was imprisoned there.

They were led by the prison boss, all the way to the furthest corner.

Even before they reached it, the foul stench emanating from the cell assaulted their noses.

Cao Gong endured the filth and walked a few steps until he finally saw the person for whom Han Shizhong risked his life to plead.

He was squatting in a dark corner, dressed in tattered and blood-stained prisoner's clothes, covered in straw. His hair was the same, but one could still see his sturdy figure and strong spine.

Raising his head, he looked at the narrow window, the only source of light.

Yue Fei, come out quickly!