A memorial from the prefect of Shunzhi Prefecture was delivered to the emperor's desk. The tone was passionate and angry. It reported the emperor's Sun Fusheng, a little young master of the Sun Guogong Mansion, and his behavior in Fengdu City. The Sun Guogong Mansion was arrogant and tyrannical.

Did they take him, the emperor, seriously?

After reading the memorial, Emperor Yongkang slapped the desk with a slap, and was very angry. He pointed at the servants beside him and said, "Go, go and call the Eighth Prince to me."

"Yes! I will go and invite him now." The servants who were serving beside him were startled and responded quickly.

The Eighth Prince, who had not been in Fengdu for a month, had just returned from outside in a dusty day. He sat down in the mansion and had not even taken a sip of the tea in his hand. Someone from the palace came to invite him in. His brother summoned him.

At night, a carriage hurried to the palace.

The Eighth Prince was the brother of the current emperor. After Emperor Yongkang ascended the throne, he sent the rest of his brothers to their fiefdoms, but this brother stayed in Fengdu City. The Eighth Prince held an important position in the court, assisted Emperor Yongkang in handling government affairs, and was one of Emperor Yongkang's most trusted ministers.

Over the years, the Eighth Prince has lived up to the emperor's trust in him. In addition to doing his job well, he did not get close to any important ministers in the court, did not form a clique for personal gain, did not participate in the struggles of the princes in the court, and supported which prince to become the crown prince. He was one of the only two people in the court who stood on the same side as the left prime minister Qi Mingyu and fully supported the emperor.

Over the years, Emperor Yongkang had gotten into the habit of thinking of his brother, the Eighth Prince, first whenever he encountered a problem. At night, the light in Yu's study was still on. The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard. Before the Eighth Prince, who was standing outside the door, could ask for an audience, the door was opened from the inside. The palace attendant beside the emperor saluted the Eighth Prince and said with a smile, "Eighth Prince, His Majesty invites you in."

Sitting at the desk in Yu's study was the current emperor, his royal brother. As soon as the Eighth Prince walked in, he lifted his skirt and was about to kneel, saying, "Your Majesty, I'm here to see

you..." "No, no, get up." Emperor Yongkang signaled to the palace attendant beside him to take the memorial on the desk to the Eighth Prince, and said, "Eighth Brother, take a look at this." The Eighth Prince was the eighth child in the family. Emperor Yongkang privately called the Eighth Prince "Eighth Brother" to show his closeness to this brother.

The Eighth Prince Feng Songxi and the Yongkang Emperor look somewhat similar. The Yongkang Emperor is an emperor, and his face is more domineering, while the Eighth Prince looks like a scholar, elegant and refined. The

Yongkang Emperor is only seven or eight years older than the Eighth Prince, but it looks like there is a difference of more than 20 years between the two. The Eighth Prince is well maintained and looks younger, only more than 30 years old, while Your Majesty has wrinkles all over his face and gray hair, which shows that the emperor has worked hard for the country and the people for half a lifetime. The

palace attendant held the memorial in both hands and walked to the Eighth Prince, and handed the memorial to the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince took the memorial, opened it, scanned it at a glance, and closed it. He roughly understood what was going on. He was in Fengdu City and it was impossible for him not to know that the Sun Guogong Mansion was overbearing in Fengdu City. However, there were many people like the Sun Guogong Mansion. He never cared about these things. His brother never asked about it and also had the intention of letting it go.

Feng Chongxi remembered that Feng Chengyong, the prefect of Shunzhi Prefecture, was promoted by the left prime minister Qi Mingyu. This memorial was submitted by Feng Chengyong. Although Shunzhi Prefecture was responsible for the public security and government affairs in Fengdu, the prefect of Shunzhi Prefecture was not a high-ranking official, and Feng Chengyong was a mediocre and timid person, so he did not dare to manage many things in Fengdu. Feng Songxi did not expect Feng Chengyong to dare to write such a memorial to His Majesty.

The relationship in the imperial capital was complicated, and the forces of various parties were intertwined. There were many twists and turns. In just a short time of reading a memorial, the Eighth Prince's mind changed a lot. Feng Chongxi did not show any signs of betrayal on his face. Looking at his brother's expression, he already understood something in his heart, otherwise his brother would not have summoned him overnight.

In the study room of Yu at night, the candlelight penetrated through the window paper and shone a layer of faint light. There were three layers of guards inside and outside the study room. Unless the emperor summoned them, not even a fly could fly into the study room at night. Naturally, no one knew what His Majesty and the Eighth Prince discussed in the study room of Yu.

"Old Eighth, this matter is left to you to handle." Emperor Yongkang stood up from his seat, looked down at his brother kneeling in front of him, and said.

"Yes, I will definitely live up to your expectations." The Eighth Prince knelt on his knees and accepted the emperor's order.

After leaving the study room of Yu, the palace attendants beside the emperor personally escorted the Eighth Prince out.

"Your Highness." The guards waiting outside the carriage saluted when they saw their prince come out. Feng Chongxi waved his hand, asked someone to stand up, took the hand of one of the guards, got on the carriage, sat inside, and said in a flat tone, "Go back."

At night, the small stalls on the street were closed, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the night watchmen were beating the gongs, making a dong-dong-dong sound.

Feng Chongxi, who was sitting in the carriage, closed his eyes. In this quiet night, he thought of the gentle and beautiful girl, and the quirky little boy who called him father, but he didn't know where they had gone.

At night, all parties received the news that the eighth prince was summoned by His Majesty and entered the palace, and they made plans in their hearts.

"Sun Fusheng, you idiot, why don't you just die!" After knowing what his pig-like cousin had done, and what the group of people in Sun Guogong's mansion who were holding him back had done, Prince Feng Lingrui gritted his teeth and cursed.

He wrote several letters overnight and asked his confidants to send them out secretly, hoping that it was still in time to save the situation.

Some people slept well at night, while others stayed awake all night. They waited until the night watchman rang the gong until the third watch, got up, changed their clothes, and prepared to attend the morning court.

Fengdu was cool in early autumn, and the morning breeze brought a chill.

It was still dark outside the palace gate, and ministers were queuing outside the palace gate to attend the morning court. When you see me, you greet me politely. When I see you, I greet you politely. We usually blush when we meet, but today we are unexpectedly friendly. We can even greet each other and go to the palace together to attend the court.

The morning court of this day was lively. Many ministers in the court wrote memorials to impeach Sun Guogong. Naturally, there were also those who stood up to defend Sun Guogong. The exquisite words of the scholars were revealed at this time.

The little Sun Fusheng robbed the boy and killed someone. No matter how serious it was, it would not be a big deal in this palace. The Shunzhi Prefecture could sentence him to murder and behead him. However, Sun Fusheng is not a son of an ordinary family, but the young master Sun in the Sun Guogong Mansion. The Sun Guogong cannot watch his grandson being punished and beheaded, so he naturally wants to do everything possible to get him out.

Sun Fusheng was killed because of his identity, and if he dies, it will also be because of his identity. This matter involves the Sun Guogong Mansion, and some people will take advantage of it. Now some people's purpose is not as simple as killing a small Sun Fusheng.

As for whether the Sun Guogong Mansion can be overthrown, it depends on the ability of these people.

The court has been lively for a long time, and the emperor sitting on the throne did not lose his temper during the morning court today. Listening to his ministers speaking one after another was like watching a big opera. His ministers sang better than the female roles on the stage. Emperor Yongkang didn't even know that his ministers were the actors with the best singing skills.

"Your Majesty, your subject, your subject..." Duke Sun was quite old, he knelt down tremblingly, prostrating himself on all fours, saying that he was not a good parent, "Your subject is guilty."

Emperor Yongkang did not call his old subject to stand up, but let him kneel down.

The majesty of the emperor was revealed at this time. The authority of the emperor cannot be challenged or resisted. No matter how high your position or power is, you are not as great as the emperor who sits above you. The emperor is the heaven, and the subjects are always just subjects kneeling before the emperor.

The Eighth Prince, who returned to Fengdu, also appeared in the court, standing at the top position, showing his identity. The Eighth Prince stood there without saying a word. If they hadn't known that the Eighth Prince was summoned by His Majesty last night, everyone would have thought that the Eighth Prince had just returned to the court and didn't know what was happening in Fengdu City.

Several princes still stood in their respective positions. No one spoke, and they did not take the initiative to participate in the discussion of the Sun Guogong matter. Today, the Fifth Prince Feng Lingrui's face was not very good. Looking at the figure crawling on the ground, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists.

If the Sun Guogong Mansion fell, Sun Houjun would lose his greatest helper, and naturally the Fifth Prince Feng Lingrui would lose his greatest support. Feng Lingrui would absolutely not allow such a thing to develop, and those who supported the Fifth Prince's faction would not let such a thing develop.

As usual, they continued to stand there watching the situation as if nothing had happened. There were also some people who were happy to see this happen, wishing that the Sun Guogong Mansion would fall from power so that they would have one less competitor.

"Adjourn the court..." After the morning court, the emperor went to Cuixiuyuan to see Shen Guijun as usual. Sun Houjun led his men to wait for His Majesty on the road. His Majesty's imperial chariot passed by him without stopping. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

His Majesty's imperial chariot had already gone far away. Sun Houjun, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up from the ground with tears in his eyes. Deep resentment burst out from his eyes. I don't know if he resented the heartless emperor, or resented Shen Guijun who took away all his favor, or resented the deep palace that imprisoned him, or resented his father and brother who cruelly sent him to the palace that year...

Why should people feel sorry for themselves? All the bitter fruits are nothing but their own faults.

Since Shen Guijun became pregnant, Shen Guijun, who had originally won His Majesty's favor, is now even more favored by His Majesty. Gold, silver, jewels, silks, and rare medicinal herbs were sent to Cuixiuyuan in an endless stream. These things, which ordinary people could never dream of in their lifetime, filled the entire storehouse of Cuixiuyuan. There was no place to put them.

All the nobles and beauties in the palace, even Empress Sun, knew that Shen Guijun was pregnant. They sent all kinds of precious medicinal herbs, gold, silver, and jewels to Cuixiuyuan.

Shen Guijun fell into the arms of His Majesty and complained, "Your Majesty, please don't send anything to Cuixiuyuan anymore. Cuixiuyuan can't hold it anymore."

"Okay, okay." The emperor followed the beauty's wishes, but he still sent everything he should.