402 Relocation to the new prefecture No. 7

A new eunuch, Han, entered, dressed in a long silk robe embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns. It was as if auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the world was at peace.

Huai Fan knew who it was just by listening to the footsteps, and when he heard the voice, he was absolutely certain. Instantly, his face turned ashen, and he lowered his head, hoping it wasn't what he thought.

After Eunuch Han kowtowed several times, a dismissive voice said, "Alright, speak now."

Eunuch Han's eyes lit up with joy, but he spoke with a pitying tone, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Huai has embezzled fertile land, accepted bribes of gold and silver, and used innocent people to impersonate the criminals."

Furthermore, he gave the money he embezzled to his elder brother's family, who became arrogant and domineering, oppressing the local people, illegally cultivating land, building castles, and raising their own soldiers—essentially plotting a rebellion.

Upon hearing this, Huai Fan turned ashen-faced and quickly begged for mercy, saying, "Your Majesty is wise, Huai Fan dares not."

These are all slanders made by Eunuch Han.

Last time, I scolded Grandpa Han for breaking the lampstand, so he's been holding a grudge ever since. This is just him deliberately slandering me.

My eldest brother is honest and conscientious, always working diligently and never daring to overstep his bounds.

How could they oppress the common people, build such a long castle, and maintain such a large army? It must be due to Eunuch Han's resentment. Please, Your Majesty, do justice for me!

Eunuch Han lowered his head, a cold smile in his eyes, and retorted, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Huai, relying on Your Majesty's authority, has bullied others, embezzled and accepted bribes. The evidence is conclusive; please examine it, Your Majesty."

Two young eunuchs carried in a pile of evidence.

Eunuch Huai's face turned ashen, and he loudly begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, please have mercy! This servant was confused for a moment and accepted some silver, but I never intended to rebel."

I only wish to leave some property for my descendants. Besides, my elder brother is barely literate and would never rebel. I beg Your Majesty for mercy.

The King of Qi sighed softly, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "Since I came to power, I have been fair in rewarding and punishing, and I have also changed my name to Qi Tianxia, ​​to make the world too harmonious. How can the world be so peaceful? Naturally, there is no oppression, no exploitation."

Time flies by, and 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye. Of all the people around me, you've been here the longest.

I have worked hard all these years to achieve what I have today. You have been by my side for many years, even longer than my son and daughter.

You shouldn't have, you shouldn't have. It seems I was too kind.

Grandpa Huai kowtowed repeatedly, his face covered in blood, but he felt no pain whatsoever; all he felt was trembling all over.

"Take him away and deal with him according to the law." A single, casual remark, and life or death was decided.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!" Eunuch Huai said loudly with gratitude, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, at least his young stepson was still alive.

The two eunuchs quickly cleaned the ground, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

After reading He Chen's detailed information, King Qi continued to look at King Hong's information, scrutinizing him with a sharp gaze. His handsome face was filled with treachery and cunning.

Her lips were rosy like cherries, and her skin was delicate and smooth, exuding a touch of feminine softness.

He said softly, 'Little Hanzi, from now on you will be the Grand Steward. You must not betray the trust I have placed in you.'

Eunuch Han quickly kowtowed and expressed his gratitude, his eyes filled with unspeakable joy. He loudly proclaimed, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty! This servant will dedicate himself to the utmost, even unto death, and will not dare to embezzle a single penny."

He nodded slightly, feeling pleased with the servant's words, and continued, "This matter concerning the Huai family is entrusted to you. The Duke of Qi must enforce the law impartially."

Overjoyed, Eunuch Han quickly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty! This servant will definitely find every single penny of the embezzled money."

He nodded slightly, "My state of Qi is governed by the principle of 'justice,' and the country is prosperous and strong, with people living in peace and contentment. The young are well-educated and the elderly are cared for, which is why the population has multiplied and continues to thrive."

Eunuch Han quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty is right. Your Majesty should reduce corvée labor and taxes so that the people can recuperate and thrive."

The population has more than doubled in recent years, all thanks to Your Majesty.

If it weren't for the corruption of officials like Eunuch Huai, which tarnishes Your Majesty's reputation, Your Majesty's wisdom would surely have brought all nations into submission.

Han Gonggong continued to flatter him, and King Qi nodded slightly.

He gently set down the Red King's file, looked at Eunuch Han, and said casually, "Investigate the Red King's resurrection thoroughly; not a single clue can be overlooked."

"Yes," Eunuch Han immediately whispered.

'Also, review He Chen's information here.'

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Han accepted the order and left.

In the Mysterious Supreme Sect, there is the resurrected Red King and the attacked royal palace. In the dimly lit hall, there is an elder dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a long beard and white eyebrows, and a kind face.

He whispered to the tightly closed stone door, "Sect Leader, the Thunder Spirit Fruit Tree has lost half its fruit. It seems that with the Holy Emperor gone, the Royal City's fortune has been reduced by more than half."

I've heard that the Fire Spirit Sect is in the same boat; their spiritual energy is weak, and there aren't enough Fire Spirit Fruits to go around this time.

If the dynasty's fortune weakens again and the turbid energy increases, the next harvest of spiritual fruits may be even fewer. Should we intervene?

Behind the stone gate, there was no sound, only silence.

After waiting for half an hour without receiving a reply, I gently pushed open the door and left.

The moment the door was pushed open, a beam of light shone in, and the outside was bright and clear.

Outside the door, several people dressed in the same Taoist robes waited quietly, their eyes questioning as they watched the person emerge. One of them asked softly, "Elder Yue, what did the Sect Leader say?"

Elder Yue gently shook his head and said in a low voice, "Our sect leader is still in seclusion and has not yet answered. We should wait quietly and carefully observe the situation."

This Red King is bloodthirsty and warlike, with ambitions to conquer the world. He is also a formidable opponent. His resurrection this time is a matter of unpredictable circumstances.

However, the resurrection of someone whose strength has greatly increased is not a good thing for the world. It still requires close attention from all sides.

Furthermore, the barbarian tribes have been behaving strangely lately, and there has been no news of them for a long time; this also requires close monitoring.

"Yes, we obey Brother Yue's decree," everyone said in unison.

In the borderlands, the sun had rested all night, and the morning sunlight finally streamed in, casting long, flowing hair as the beauty slept soundly.

I felt refreshed and in a good mood; the world seemed much more spacious then.

He Chen got up gently, washed up, and went to the living room.

Butler Jin stepped forward and inquired, "Would you like breakfast prepared now, young master?"

She gently shook her head. "No need. Butler Jin, please go about your business. Prepare some noodle soup and congee later."

"Yes, young master," Butler Jin replied in a low voice.

I quietly left the manor. Lately, I've been busy settling old scores and haven't had the leisure to stroll around like this in a long time. Before, I was a shy doctor, barely making ends meet. The familiar aroma of vegetable buns was truly irresistible.

The four guards at the gate, swords at their waists, stood ramrod straight, their eyes scanning the surroundings. Seeing the lord emerge, they quickly bowed and inquired, "Greetings, young master. Would you like a carriage prepared?"