Chapter 94: Being poked in the spine and scolded to death by a scholar

The emperor was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at He Yanting, and coughed lightly: "Ahem, my dear minister, why do you say that?"

Gu Yuanjing clasped his fists and bowed: "The Minister of War is in charge of selecting military officers and military registration, military equipment, planning strategies, and formulating military policies. This position is best filled by He Yanting, who was once a general!"

The ministers also knew the emperor's attitude towards He Yanting, and they all agreed after hearing the words.

"I also think that General He is the most suitable."

"I second the proposal."

The emperor's face was calm, and it was hard to tell what emotion he had: "Yanting, what do you think?"

He Yanting walked out from the side, and the pillar blocked half of the light, making half of his face hidden in the darkness.

He knelt down and said, "But it's up to the emperor."

The emperor's eyes were deep, and it was unknown what he was thinking. Gou Yuanjing, who was standing beside him, was not panicked at all. He even secretly raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhiyu with an ambiguous look.

Jiang Zhiyu: "!!!"

[? What do you mean? ]

The emperor remained silent until the captain of the Jinyiwei came back with a pillow.

He was silent for too long, and Gou Yuanjing's original self-confidence was also annihilated in such a long time. His heart was beating up and down.

What's going on? Given the emperor's favor for He Yanting, shouldn't he have agreed to it immediately when someone mentioned it?

The reason why he recommended He Yanting was that, firstly, the emperor doted on him, and secondly, Gou Yuanjing swore with his sharp eyes that there must be something fishy between Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting!

Giving face to He Yanting was also a way to repay Jiang Zhiyu's life-saving grace.

But what does the emperor mean by not saying anything now?

The captain of the Jinyiwei rummaged around and took out a land deed from under the hard pillow.

He presented the deed to the emperor, and Fuping took it. The emperor looked at Han Yizhi coldly: "What a courage!"

As soon as these words came out, Han Yizhi was sentenced to death. Han Yizhi paralyzed on the ground and was carried up by the Jinyiwei.

"Imprison him and choose a day to be executed!"

Han Yizhi pursed his lips tightly, frowning. The last glimmer of hope was also strangled. His expression revealed powerlessness and despair.

"The position of the minister cannot be vacant. Yanting, you take it first."

He Yanting knelt down and bowed: "I obey your order."

The emperor's meaning of taking it first was that the minister of the Ministry of War had to find someone else.

The ministers' eyes moved, and they secretly had an idea in their hearts.

The target has been solved, of course, the others have to be put back to their positions. The emperor waved his hand, and the ministers retreated like a tide.

Only the emperor and Jiang Zhiyu were left in the study.

The boring working hours passed quickly, and Jiang Zhiyu stepped on the carriage back to the prime minister's residence, lying like Ge You again.

Jiang Zhaorong did not come today. When Jiang Zhiyu returned to the Xiangfu, she heard from Zhuying that the old lady had fallen ill.

"Why is she ill?"

"The doctor said she was overly worried," Zhuying said as she prepared a meal for her. "I heard that the lights in Shouxi Hall were on all night, and the old lady couldn't drink water or eat."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't believe that the old lady was overly worried. Even if the whole palace knew that she drank boy's urine, she was too ashamed to see anyone.

Then, Zhuying said, "And there were screams every night in Shouxi Hall. They were very miserable and scary."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the chopsticks and thought for a while. She knew what the old lady was up to.

She wanted to lie that there was an evil spirit and let the monk that Song Shiwei found show up in a big way.

After all, she is hiding now. If the emperor really sees it in the future, Jiang Zhaorong can still argue. But if she shows up in a big way, the emperor probably won't listen to anything she says.

This is the first time Jiang Zhiyu has seen a mother who is determined to kill her son. She really can't understand it.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu thought, in Shouxi Hall, Jiang Zhaorong stood on the ground with a dark face, and the old lady on the bed was holding a handkerchief and crying softly.

"Mom, recently, I always dream that your father and your eldest brother come back. They seem to have become different people. They pulled me and asked me to go with them. Zhaorong, mom is afraid!"

You should be afraid!

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were calm. He didn't say a word and just looked directly at the old lady.

The old lady stopped crying. She didn't expect him to react like this. She moved her body and wanted to get up. As soon as she made a move, Jiang Zhaorong took a big step back. Old

Lady Jiang: "..."

The maids in the room: "..."

Everyone could see the disgust in his actions. The old lady was immediately angry. She pointed at his nose and scolded him for being unfilial: "You dislike me? The son doesn't dislike his mother's ugliness!"

"You are still a prime minister! If you act like this, you will be scolded to death by the scholars outside!"

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with disgust, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

It's not time yet, just a few days later...

He muttered in his heart, trying to hypnotize himself. He exhaled several times before suppressing it.

"The old lady misunderstood. You were sick. I was afraid that the cold outside would infect you."

The old lady's brows relaxed a little: "You haven't called my mother for many days. What happened?"

"Nothing, didn't you say before that you are not allowed to call your mother and grandmother in this house?"

Hearing the complaint in his words, the old lady was relieved: "It was just a momentary angry remark at that time. You also know that Zhiyu was... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

The old lady seemed to laugh helplessly, but Jiang Zhaorong clearly saw the fear flashing in her eyes.

What is she afraid of?

The old lady said again: "If you are venting your anger for them, you have done enough these days. In that case, just pretend that I didn't say it."

Jiang Zhaorong said "um" calmly, and the old lady thought he agreed, and her eyes were happy.

"Back to the topic, have you noticed that there is a demon in our mansion?"

She lowered her voice and observed Jiang Zhaorong's expression. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes sank and said, "The emperor hates the talk of gods and ghosts the most. Don't mention such things anymore!"

The old lady said anxiously, "But I dream about your father and your elder brother every day!"

Jiang Zhaorong snorted in his heart, saying that she was guilty of being a thief, but he comforted her, "Maybe you have been too tired these days. The court doctor also said that you are overthinking."

Since the court doctor exposed the old lady last time, the old lady has hated the court doctor in her heart. Hearing this, she said directly, "What does he know! Go find me a monk, I want to exorcise the evil spirits!"

What? ! Jiang Zhaorong looked at her in surprise, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?"

"I told you to find a monk!"

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned. "I am the Prime Minister! A monk appeared in the palace. How can I explain this to His Majesty? Do you want His Majesty to hate me?"

He paused for a word, his voice cold.

The old lady had never seen him so angry before. She was scared and lowered her voice involuntarily. "Find one secretly, and send him away after the evil spirit is exorcised. No one will find out..."