Victory
Ning Yan thought of the Yang family that Sui Zhixu had mentioned, and an idea came to her mind.
After meeting the Pei family and hearing what she said, an unreadable emotion flashed in her dark eyes. She nodded and agreed with her idea.
Half a month later
At dawn, Cong Lan, wearing a black gauze hat and a gold fish pouch at his waist, solemnly stepped through the hazy morning mist and stood at the forefront of the officials as he walked toward the Taiji Hall.
Following the shrill voice of the chief eunuch, "Speak up if you have something to say, otherwise leave the court."
Cong Lan stepped forward first, saying, "I have something to report."
The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Granted."
"It concerns the case of Duke Pei embezzling disaster relief funds..." Cong Lan hadn't finished speaking when a voice interrupted her from behind.
"Prime Minister, this matter seems inappropriate to be discussed at the morning court session," he said, turning to the emperor above him. "Your Majesty, I believe it is unsuitable."
Cong Lan snorted coldly, "What's wrong with it? This case involves the Empress Dowager's maternal family and the Court of Judicial Review and the Censorate are unable to handle it. It should be handed over to His Majesty for processing."
"Lord Ding's words seem even more inappropriate," Chu Feixuan said, a hint of interest flashing across his smiling face. "Lord Ding, as the Vice Minister of Works, is there something on your mind that you're involved in this case?"
“What can’t be said? The Pei family’s affairs are both His Majesty’s family affairs and state affairs. Could it be that you’re looking for the king? Ha, your reach is quite extensive, extending from Xuzhou to Chang’an.” Fu Mingguang was even more cold-blooded, his words completely disregarding the opinions of others.
But who could blame her when she was the Imperial Tutor, appointed by the Empress Dowager Regent herself, and even the Emperor dared to criticize her?
Lord Ding: "You!"
"Alright, what kind of behavior is this, making such a racket in the imperial court?" The Emperor spoke only after they had finished their commotion.
"Cong Xiang continued."
"Yes." The successors of Conglan were none other than Madam Yang and Cao Chunfeng.
The morning court session was grand and grand, lasting until the sun reached its zenith, before finally concluding amidst shouts of "Long live the Emperor!"
At this moment, Xu and Ningyan waited patiently in the palace passage.
She stood at the entrance of the palace road, tiptoeing slightly to look at Cong Lan's figure. Turning her head, she saw Ning Yan's constantly crossed hands and beads of sweat on her forehead.
She was equally anxious; she thought, "Should we succeed?"
His Majesty needs the Pei family; the evidence and the way out have already been provided.
After the Dali Temple incident, they had Cao Chunfeng approach the Yang family, telling him things in a half-truthful way.
This led Madam Yang to believe that Cao Chunfeng's daughter, Cao Ning, and her son had been abducted by the same group of people, and that if Yang Siqing didn't commit suicide, he would end up like Cao Ning, never to return.
Although he committed suicide, the Lu family, the maternal relatives of the King, still cannot save him, as they have planted people around the Emperor.
If the Lu family doesn't survive, Xun Wang is very likely to make fun of the Yang family. If her sons don't survive, the rest of the Yang family won't survive either.
This is meant to scare a mother who loves her son dearly.
Although it's not authentic.
At first, Madam Yang wanted to use money to appease Xun Wang; she would simply give him the money he asked for.
Knowing that she believed him, Xu continued to lie, fabricating a series of stories about Cao Chunfeng's past experiences, some true and some false.
Did you just watch the whole thing? He used to have money, and that was your idea too, but now he's lost both his money and his lover.
This bluff lasted for half a month...
"Ah Xu!"
The excited and somewhat proud voice was clearly that of his father.
Xu and Ningyan exchanged glances, and it was a done deal.
Ning Yan grabbed the wrist of the maid beside her, her body unsteady, and finally leaned on the maid and cried.
"Father." As Sui Zhixu stepped forward, Cong Lan proudly patted his chest, proclaiming that there was nothing in the world he couldn't do.
Fu Mingguang stood behind Cong Lan and said coldly, "Don't block the way."
Cong Lan pulled Sui Zhixu over, saying that Fu Mingguang was even more eloquent than him and had given him some pointers over the years.
Fu Mingguang's gaze fell on the hem of Sui Zhixu's retreating clothes. He sneered and walked forward without looking back.
"Sigh, the Imperial Tutor is still the same old temperament. It wasn't easy for her to agree to you, maybe she's just in a good mood."
Cong Lan said something to himself, ignoring Sui Zhixu's reply. Seeing the young woman beside him covering her face and crying, he guessed who it was.
With a wave of his hand, he said, "Go to the Dali Temple to fetch them. The Emperor's decree will arrive soon."
Ning Yan nodded, turned around and said goodbye to Sui Zhixu, knowing that she was in a hurry, so she let her go first.
"Will it ultimately fall on Xun Wang's head?" Sui Zhixu asked him again, even though he already knew the answer.
Upon receiving the reply, Sui Zhixu lowered her eyes, a ripple of emotion appearing beneath her dark eyelashes.
"There's not enough evidence to implicate him," Cong Lan reassured her, thinking she didn't want the real mastermind to escape.
Although Xu Qi was indignant, she knew it, but she was unwilling to accept her fate.
Sima Xian was too cautious; no one in Yungang Village knew him, and the silver was secretly hidden by He Miao.
Is it referring to He Miao?
He belonged to the martial arts and Taoist sects, and the imperial court generally did not care about them.
The Pei family's case involved people searching for the king, yet Sima Xian didn't use his own men in Chang'an.
There wasn't a trace of a tail.
It's okay, we'll just take it one step at a time, following the age recommendations.
Let's take it one step at a time.
Sui Zhixu silently repeated it countless times in his heart, and caught a glimpse of Chu Feixuan's swaying figure from behind Cong Lan.
"Hey, isn't this our Prime Minister? And here's the young lady."
Chu Feixuan didn't know her when they were outside; he was just a general.
Oh, and he was also promoted to the rank of Second-Rank General of the Garrison.
The two were being sarcastic and unfriendly, and Xu Zhixu no longer wanted to pay attention to this charming plant; perhaps now he could be called a noble and virtuous plum tree.
Because my mother went back to Jingzhou.
She turned and stepped into the carriage. "I'm going to find Ah Lian. I won't be back at noon."
"Dan Hong, let's go."
Cong Lan was only concerned with the two-faced person. When she heard that she wouldn't be back at noon, she immediately became wary. "Where are you going if you're not coming back? The Pei family is in ruins now. You can go to the Cui family or the Ning family, but you can't go anywhere else."
As the carriage drove away, Cong Lan even raised her voice a few decibels. Sui Zhixu stopped the carriage and lifted the curtain.
She waved to him.
Cong Lan waved.
Sui Zhixu didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so she lowered the curtain and left, ignoring her waving.
She knew her father didn't want her to find Xiao Furong, but she refused to listen.
Dan Hong recently learned that something happened at the West Market Orchid Tavern, which means their plan must have worked.
Of course she'll go.
Fingertips touched the emerald green jade pendant at her waist, and the refreshing scent of jasmine wafted through the carriage, making the sweltering late July feel much clearer.
Sui Zhixu leaned back in the carriage and relaxed.
She is the young master of the Sui family, and there's no need to worry about Sui Chuke. Everyone has their nemesis, and his nemesis is his cousin, Cheng Zhijie.
After Chu Ke's father passed away early, he was raised entirely by his mother. His mother felt sorry for Cheng Zhijie, and he also cared for Cheng Zhijie very much.
Coincidentally, Cheng Zhijie's respect for Cong Lan was no less than that for A-Lian's deceased husband.
Once inside Chang'an, Sui Chuke dared not utter a single bad word, his face revealing his intentions. Cheng Zhijie then reasoned with him.
I know I was fortunate enough to see it; it was wonderful.
Dan Hong is right, it's like a monk chanting scriptures, but the person giving the enlightenment isn't very happy about it.
The Pei family is out of the picture now, and Ah Lian and Ah Yan are both doing well.
Sima Xian's system has scoured more than half of the information. Although it can't touch him, it's good to shake his power.
As Xu inhaled, Chu Feixuan, despite his superior martial prowess, was not an invincible general.
She can't rush things.
It's already on the verge of fading from my memory.
The unknown void and fear still lingered in her mind from time to time. Strange feelings remained unexplained, and she couldn't help but wonder about her past life.
Instead of getting anywhere, they panicked and trembled uncontrollably.
Xu Ping remained calm and took things one step at a time.
"My lady, we've arrived." Sui Zhixu stepped off the carriage and happened to see Ning Yan rushing towards Pei Qingzhuo.
"Ayan, this...this is improper!"
The wife embraced her husband, his ears flushed with a rosy blush, and he stammered as he spoke.
"Shut up! I'm your savior now. Let me tell you, from now on, I'm the boss in this house!"
Pei Qingzhuo's bright red ears were eye-catching, and his older sister mocked him mercilessly. He covered his eyes with his wife's shoulder and mumbled, "Oh."
"You never listen to me anyway."
"What do you mean? When did I stop listening?" Ning Yan released his neck, narrowed her eyes, and said incredulously, "You actually want to bring up the past with me now?"
“No,” Pei Qingzhuo said firmly. “I’m just stating the facts. I’ve told you countless times before not to be the first to rush into danger, but you never listened.”
"You're just bringing up old grievances!" Ning Yan turned away, crossed her arms, and looked like she didn't want to see you.
Pei Qinglian leaned against Sui Zhixu, "Two people."
“She’s been depressed for a long time,” Xu Youyou said.
Pei Qinglian understood what she meant. Ayan had run around for the Pei family, going to great lengths to cut off the evidence fabricated by those who wanted to take advantage of her misfortune. Now that they had rescued her, Pei Qingzhu was still acting so stubbornly. It was no wonder she was angry.
Never mind them, the two of them are always arguing. A rigid and dull person will try to coax others in a humble manner, while a smooth and easygoing person will make a fuss unreasonably.
I'm ignoring you!
As they were talking, Ning Yan ran to Sui Zhixu and the other woman, hugged her arm, and groaned softly.
Hearing the commotion, Xu caught Ning Yan, while Pei Qingzhu hesitated in the corner of his eye.
He hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I was wrong."
The words were resounding, and coincidentally, at that moment, all eyes were on them.
Pei Qingzhuo blushed, and seeing that the person did not move, she whispered, "Ayan, I was wrong. You don't have to listen to my explanation. All the fault lies with my jealousy. Please don't ignore me."
“You call me, but I don’t want to hear you. I went through so much trouble to rescue you. I couldn’t eat or sleep well, and you come out and immediately start criticizing me. I don’t want to see you.”
Noticing her clothes being tugged, Sui Zhixu lowered her eyes and looked into her indignant gaze, saying firmly, "Yes, Ayan has had a tough time. She's been running around everywhere, searching for evidence while also guarding against others. The person behind it all is using the Dali Temple jailer's love for his daughter to lure Yang Siqing into suicide, and she still has to find a way to redeem him."
“Every single thing, Ah Yan isn’t a three-headed, six-armed person, she’s almost exhausted.”
Ning Yan looked up, her eyes glazed over. "When did you start saying things like that? Aren't you the least eloquent person?"
Sui Zhixu: "..."
She pushed him directly into Pei Qingzhuo's arms, telling him to stay put and that she knew I wasn't good with words and wanted me to speak.
Ning Yan chuckled awkwardly, "Hehe, I was wrong."
"Oh dear, Ah Xu, please forgive me."
"Um, I was wrong, I'll do it again next time..."
As Xu cast a questioning glance at her, Ning Yan's eyes darted around, and she suddenly raised her hand to swear, her pretty face full of sincerity, "Hehe, I misspoke, I won't do it again next time."
"Go away, you two go and make a scene by yourselves, don't drag me into it." Sui Zhixu shooed Ning Yan away. She saw that Ning Yan was alright and was being unusually lively.
Let Pei Qingzhuo enjoy his good fortune.
The peonies beneath the branches stretched out their leaves, their petals vibrant and captivating. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, carrying the delicate fragrance of the flowers, and the once-dull tree came alive with a burst of life.
Pei Qinglian smiled lightly, but there was still a hint of sorrow in her eyes. She looked at Sui Zhixu, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Didn't she come?"
"It might be later."
Logically, the Cui family should have received the news.
"Ah Lian!"
Pei Qinglian looked up and saw a woman in red rushing towards her, just like countless times before.
“Ah Wan.”
"Waaaaah, I missed you so much!" Cui Wan hugged Pei Qinglian and burst into tears, catching her completely off guard.
Pei Qinglian retorted stubbornly, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead."
"Waaah, you're not allowed to say that word."
"Alright, alright, I'm fine now."
As the two embraced, Sui Zhixu noticed Xi Yushao standing on the street corner.
He wore a smoky purple round-necked robe, and a cryptic smile played at the corners of his lips.
Sui Zhixu scoffed. She had found it strange at the time that Awan and the other two were arguing again because of Xi Yushao.
It turns out he did it all on purpose.
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