Limitless Interpretations

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Yan Wan ordered his men to remove the shackles from King Qing's body, lift him up directly, and place him horizontally on the horse's back.

"I will take the first step, Ma Baihu. I will take them to the dungeon first. No one will be allowed to visit them without orders. If there is any problem, I will ask you."

Ma Feiyu quickly responded: "Yes.".

Walk!

The riding whip flicked, the horse neighed, and followed the hawk into Beijing quickly.

"Here is the official sign, please give way." Yan Wang raised his waist sign high, shouted coldly, and rode his horse across the street, leaving dust on the ground.

The guard swung his spear, blocked the city gate, and stepped forward to stop Yan Wan: "Who is riding a horse in the palace?"

"In the East Police Factory, thousands of households will be punished." Yan Huan got off his horse, showed his badge to King Qing, and strode into the palace after receiving permission.

After a while.

Liu Fu caught Song Xuelin's look, bent down and whispered in the emperor's ear: "Master, Yan Wan is outside the door... the matter has been settled."

When the emperor heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded to let Liu Fuxuan come to him.

Then he coughed slightly, suppressed the courtiers' discussion, and said calmly: "Queens, be silent, before the month is over, I received a memorial, saying that King Qing was impeached for torturing the people and oppressing the good.

Therefore, I sent people to check and found that the content of the memorial was true. In addition, there were countless evil crimes.

Therefore, I ordered Yan Wan, a member of the Thousand Households of Dongji Bureau, to be escorted to the capital. Now he is outside the palace. The matter of the prince can be put aside for the time being, but the matter of King Qing cannot be delayed. What do you think?"

There was a moment of dead silence in the field, and all the officials looked at each other, trembling, and their clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

King Qing.

In terms of seniority, he can actually be regarded as the emperor's uncle.

He was arrested as soon as he said he would be arrested, and they had no idea about it.

Didn’t the emperor give up on cutting down the vassals before? Why did he suddenly...

Song Xuelin coughed lightly and replied loudly: "But it is like this. The prince is a minor matter, but the prince's punishment is imminent."

The emperor glanced condescendingly around the civil and military ministers, paused for a moment to focus on certain people, and said with a smile: "In that case, then...Xuan Yan comes to visit in vain."

Liu Fugao chanted: "Xuandong Police Factory, where thousands of households were punished, Yan Wang came to see..."

"Xuandong Police Factory..."

"Xuan..."

Yan Wang followed the guard who led the way and led King Qing all the way up the steps.

Prince Qing looked at the carvings of coiled dragons on the ground, smiled and sighed: "I haven't been here for thirty-two years, and I never thought that this time, I would come in this way. Things are really unpredictable."

Thirty-two years ago, when the late emperor ascended the throne, he was expelled from Beijing and settled in Xi'an, where he stayed for so many years.

Even after the death of the late emperor, all the vassal kings were not allowed to go to Beijing to mourn without the permission of the imperial edict, especially for ancestor worship.

Returning to the capital again, Prince Qing looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes in front of him, feeling a little sad and a little emotional.

Yan Wan turned to look at him.

Perhaps he was returning to his hometown. At this time, King Qing looked more like an old man than a prince. The hair on his temples, his slightly stooped body, and the wrinkles on his face all reflected this.

As if sensing his gaze, Prince Qing raised his head and smiled at him.

Walking up the steps and standing in front of the palace door, he carefully combed his slightly messy hair and solemnly smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

Looking at the three gilded characters in front of the palace, King Qing smiled casually, regained his steady and majestic demeanor, and walked into the palace step by step with his head held high.

Prince Qing could bow his head lightly without bowing, as he was a relative of the emperor.

Yan Wan was incomparable, so he naturally held the sword on his waist and bowed to salute: "See you, Your Majesty, long live my Emperor..."

"Ping Shen." Although the emperor looked slightly relieved, he still maintained a serious expression.

Yan Wan took out the flat iron box from his arms and raised his hands: "I am lucky enough to live up to my humiliation and capture the offender... King Qing. This is the evidence of King Qing's crime. Please see it before your Majesty."

The emperor's eyes lit up: "Send it up."

Liu Fu understood, walked down quickly, took the iron box to the emperor's desk, opened it and took out the heavy roster.

The emperor only flipped through a few pages before the smile on his face disappeared. He closed the register with a livid face, and his dark eyes shot out in vain, falling on some of the officials.

Even though he wanted to cut them into pieces with thousands of swords, the emperor still maintained his rationality. These people... could not be killed.

There are more than just a few people on the roster. But... nearly one-third of the courtiers were included.

If they are all killed, what will happen to the general?

Under the silence of all the civil and military officials, the emperor smiled sternly: "Dali Temple, Taichang Temple, Guanglu Temple, Taipu Temple, Honglu Temple, haha... you are really my good minister."

Wow...

As soon as these words were spoken, more than a dozen ministers came out and knelt down in fear, saying tremblingly: "I... you deserve death."

"Yan Wang, what crime should they deserve?" The emperor closed his eyes and asked softly.

Yan Wang swallowed his saliva and immediately replied: "Replying to the Holy Spirit, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, the house should be raided and beheaded. Except for the principal offender's family, find the relatives of Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. They can pay a fee to avoid death, but they cannot be exempted from crime. Exiled for three thousand miles, the men were slaves and the women were used as prostitutes..."

The emperor lowered his head and flipped through the roster: "My lords, have you heard me?"

No one answered.

"No one listens to my words anymore"

All the officials kowtowed: "Your Majesty, forgive me..."

The emperor slapped the case and shouted angrily: "How can I forgive these people? The most is 200,000 silver, and the least is 70,000. So...how can I forgive?"

Yan Wang, tell them how much gold, silver, antiques, treasures and utensils they paid during the last trip to the Western Regions are equivalent to official silver."

Yan Wang said loudly: "Report to the Holy One, the total amount is about 4.34 million taels."

The emperor sneered and walked down the steps and stood in front of these people: "Listen, more than four million will go to you, is it enough?"

After saying that, he turned to look at King Qing: "It's true that wealth can help the gods, and it's such a good means. The food to relieve the victims amounted to millions of dan, but once in the hands of the emperor's uncle, it turned into chaff in the blink of an eye.

One son is in business, one is an official, and the other is in the army. Uncle Emperor, you have taken all three paths smoothly. I am afraid that you are the real emperor of the Ming Dynasty. "

King Qing bowed his waist and bowed without any hesitation: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

While bending down, his peripheral vision kept scanning towards Liubu and others. However, he found that the moment these people touched his eyes, they immediately looked away.

When King Qing saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little thumped in his heart.

Something happened

Xuanwu did not send the roster back

Or... the prince doesn't intend to save him

Being so sophisticated, he instantly thought of various possibilities, but he had no choice.

Prince Qing, who was standing on the court, was like a fish that was thrown onto the shore and struggled to death. Even though he racked his brains to find a way to escape, it was of no use.

The emperor rolled up his sleeves, turned around and returned to the dragon throne, looking at Yan Wan