Chapter 619 The Emperor's Disease The capital city, the heart of the Ming Dynasty, is showing off its unique rhythm and majestic , today, amidst this grand scene, a tense atmosphere hastily emerged. The martial artists, a group that was both mysterious and distant to ordinary people, suddenly gathered at the largest martial arts training ground in the capital because of their dissatisfaction with the imperial court. They repeatedly threatened to seek justice through force, which was undoubtedly a huge challenge for the Ming court, which had always prided itself on being magnanimous and benevolent. Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. Faced with this sudden change, he knew that he could not act rashly. For a moment, the atmosphere in the court was tense, and all the civil and military officials felt the seriousness of the matter. Just when the capital was shrouded in a shadow of uneasiness, the national teacher Lin Che stepped into the palace with a firm step and a deep look in his eyes. "Your Majesty, I will leave this matter to you, my humble servant." There was a calmness in his words, yet there was confidence in them. In the martial arts training ground, the sharp weapons flashed with a cold light, and the sonorous momentum made ordinary people shudder. The martial artists gathered and sat together, some were angry and gritting their teeth, while others had eyes as sharp as swords and slowly practiced their martial arts. Lin Che came gracefully. Although the green shirt he wore was inconspicuous, the atmosphere in the martial arts training ground instantly froze with his arrival. The awe-inspiring atmosphere made everyone stop what they were doing.

"Are you the legendary Ming Dynasty Imperial Master?" A man with a long beard and a playful look in his eyes looked at Lin Che. He was the initiator of this gathering of martial artists. He was known in the martial arts world as Chen Baisheng, the man with the iron palm that floats on water. Lin Che smiled slightly. "It's down." He continued in a clear voice: "I wonder why you all have come together to become naturalized citizens. Do you have any grievances against the court that cannot be spoken of?" The martial artists were talking about this matter. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to act rashly in the face of the authority of the national teacher. They all had frowns on their faces, as if they had something to hide. "Master, you know that the laws of the Ming Dynasty are quite restrictive to us martial artists." Chen Bosheng clapped his hands and said, "It's not that we are making trouble. It's just that we are traveling around the world and we are bound to offend some government officials. If the court always comes to trouble us every now and then, how can we survive?" Lin Che nodded, indicating that he understood the reason behind this. "Brother Chen, what you said makes sense." He turned around, facing the crowd, and suddenly changed his tone: "But, have you ever thought about this, if people would take up swords and guns at will because of minor conflicts between individuals, how would the morality of the martial arts world be handled? The court made laws only so that the people of the world can live and work in peace. As a martial artist, how can you break the law with force, how can you speak for justice?" Everyone was silent. The national master's words hit the nail on the head, causing the originally angry martial artists to fall into deep thought. Seeing that the time had come, Lin Che continued to counsel, "Our Great Ming is based on benevolence and will never restrict the martial artists without reason. If you have any grievances, you can appeal to the court. If communication is not smooth, I can be the middleman to convey your voice." The atmosphere eased a lot. Lin Che's words were confident and sincere. The originally excited martial artists gradually put down their anger and expressed their willingness to communicate with the court and solve the problem through the right channels. "We appreciate the great virtue of the Imperial Master." Chen Baisheng said loudly, and other martial artists nodded, understanding that their excitement just now was only temporary. Lin Che was considerate and encouraged everyone: "Since you have the martial arts in your heart, you should stick to the right path and help the world. Lin Chaoting is deeply comforted." This conflict, which could have turned into a storm, was calmed down thanks to the wisdom and calmness of National Master Lin Che.

He did not use force, but won the hearts and minds of the martial artists by his virtue. As night fell, the capital returned to its former tranquility. After hearing how Lin Che handled the situation, Zhu Yuanzhang was more convinced of Lin Che's achievements. Every civil and military official present was in awe of the influence and coordination power of the Imperial Master Lin Che, and they secretly admired him in their hearts. At this moment, the Imperial Master Lin Che just stood quietly in the martial arts arena, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, as if all the troubles were just passing clouds to him. As the sun reached high noon, the capital city was bustling with activity. However, in the center of this huge capital, there is a heavy pressure on my heart. In recent days, Zhu Yuanzhang has been ill and bedridden due to managing state affairs for a long time. This news hung over the entire capital like a dark cloud, making every court official nervous. In the court, factional struggles were already raging, and now there was even more discussion, each belonging to their own small circle. Although they appear to be concerned about the emperor's health, in fact, there is constant gossip behind his back, wondering whether this turmoil will cause the country's future progress to falter. At this critical moment, the figure of National Master Lin Che appeared particularly solemn. His gaze was as deep as the abyss, and did not fluctuate in the slightest because of the waves in the court. Amid the noisy and melancholy voices of the crowd, he seemed to be able to hear the voice of destiny, calm and firm. "Master, the current situation in the court is unclear, and the emperor is ill. What should we do?" All factions are now ready to take action, a loyal old minister asked hurriedly, his voice full of anxiety. Imperial Master Lin Che spoke calmly, his voice calm and powerful, "This is a change in heaven and earth." "The sun will soon be visible after being covered by clouds. I have consulted the astronomical system and it is believed that your Majesty has received the will of heaven. Your illness will be cured within the next day and everything will be fine." The old ministers and other officials looked incredulous when they heard this. "Grandmaster, are you serious?" "How can I deceive the emperor? Everyone, please rest assured. I know that Your Majesty has great support and will not let the Ming Dynasty be without a leader." Lin Che was in control of the situation, his seemingly normal words. But it is like a chain, tightly locking the hearts of those with evil intentions. During these few days, the political situation was unpredictable and factions were fighting openly and secretly. However, thanks to the clever arrangements made by the Imperial Master Lin Che, state affairs proceeded in an orderly manner. The official duties in the hands of the officials continued to flow, and the state machinery did not stop at all because of the prince's illness. As Lin Che expected, Zhu Yuanzhang miraculously woke up amid everyone’s desperate gazes. At first, the officials in the court couldn't believe it, but gradually, the news of the emperor's recovery was confirmed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "I am indeed getting better." Although Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was a little weak, it was obviously powerful. This is clearly a kind of power that comes from resurrection. Next to Zhu Yuanzhang's dragon bed, the imperial teacher Lin Che looked even more solemn.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him with a complicated expression, one that contained both amazement and gratitude. He was deeply pleased to have such a loyal minister as the Imperial Master. (End of this chapter)