Now Jiang Li has inherited the throne.
She became the first female emperor since the founding of the Danggan Kingdom.
They thought that when the Second Prince returned, they would force him to abdicate and let him inherit the throne. Even Lin Pojun thought the same.
But now, you tell me, the second prince is dead?
All kinds of complex emotions, foolish loyalty, family feuds and national hatred, nowhere to be loyal, nowhere to vent.
In the end, he inexplicably resented Lin Che.
If we accompany the Second Prince to be a hostage, we can protect him even at the risk of our lives.
Therefore, at this moment, when Lin Che said in the Golden Palace, "All this is my fault!", many ministers understood immediately.
"Lord Lin, you are my great hero. No doubt about it!"
Jiang Li exuded a domineering aura. She knew very well that those cold words towards Lin Che were actually a result of their dissatisfaction with her, the empress.
Five years ago, when the Second Prince hanged himself, she was the one who disallowed the troops from being dispatched. These people didn't dare to talk about her, so they slandered Lin Che with malicious words.
There was a flicker of light in her bright eyes, clearly activating the Great Emperor's Sutra:
“Who is slandering us?”
No one in the audience responded.
This kind of thing definitely happened, but no one dared to touch the empress's taboo.
Unexpectedly, Lin Pojun spoke loudly:
"Your Majesty, Lin Che is my son. He has lived in my residence for three months. I have never heard any bad words about him. I'm afraid he just heard it from hearsay, so don't take it seriously!"
Lin Che cursed in his heart. Since the relationship had been broken, he had no scruples.
"The Duke of Zhenguo is so busy with government affairs that he naturally doesn't pay attention to me. Today, I followed you into the palace to attend court. Just before being summoned by His Majesty, the Confucian scholar Zhou Xianchun publicly scolded me for 'improper conduct.'"
"This is absolutely true. There were dozens of people present at the time. There were eunuchs and palace maids. They were all watching."
At this moment, Jiang Li, who was deeply influenced by the art of emperorship, was also angry.
She shouted:
"Qian Fazheng——"
"Minister, I will do it right away."
Duke Qianling bowed in response, saying that he understood what the emperor meant without the emperor's instructions.
He turned around, and the wheelchair under him, with its mechanical mechanism, moved forward with a clattering sound and left the Golden Palace.
After Qian Linggong left, the entire hall fell into deathly silence.
The Empress presided over the trial and the Chief Justice was in charge of it personally.
The consequences are serious.
A short while later, Qian Linggong returned, followed by a dozen people. One of them, a Confucian scholar, was being held hostage by two palace guards and dragged away.
The student who could not walk on his own was Zhou Xianchun.
He was now covered in sweat, his face as pale as paper, and he no longer had the arrogance he had when he mocked Lin Che just now.
"Your Majesty—I have already investigated and it is indeed true!"
"Zhou Xianchun, the grandson of former Minister of Revenue Zhou Wei, took the initiative to provoke Lin Che, and called him out: 'immoral', 'unfit to carry Mo Zhaoxue's shoes', 'wildly wishful thinking'; they are all witnesses!"
Zhou Xianchun's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly:
"Your Majesty, please spare me—please spare me! I am guilty of speaking without restraint. Please spare me, Your Majesty..."
Zhou Xianchun's head was buzzing. He really didn't expect that Lin Che would actually file a complaint with the emperor.
Moreover, His Majesty was furious about this matter.
He really wanted to slap himself hard.
Jiang Li listened to Zhou Xianchun's crying and begging, without a trace of pity in his eyes:
"Qian Fazheng—I'll leave this matter to your Mingjing Division. Deal with it severely!"
"As you wish—"
Duke Qian Ling waved his hand and the guards took the man away.
When he went down, Zhou Xianchun did not cry or make a fuss, because he was too frightened. He kicked his legs and fainted.
Jiang Li's bright eyes swept across the ministers, and then landed on Lin Pojun, saying:
"Duke Zhenguo, I've often heard that you possess extraordinary abilities in commanding troops and managing your family. Today, it seems you don't live up to your reputation. Your son has suffered such an injustice, and you're completely unaware of it. I truly wonder if your soldiers have also suffered similar injustices."
Lin Pojun's face changed drastically, and he knelt down in fear:
"I am ashamed! When I return today, I will strictly manage the situation and will never allow such a thing to happen again."
Jiang Li ignored his solemn promise:
"Duke Zhenguo, your family education has failed, causing a meritorious official like Lin Che to be treated unfairly. I will fine him three years' salary and give him a minor punishment and a major warning to serve as a warning to others!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty—" Lin Pojun's face was uglier than that of a dead person.
Deducting salary is a small matter, and the Zhenguo Mansion does not rely on this salary to survive.
But the phrase "poor upbringing" is simply a slap in Lin Pojun's face.
You know, when Lin Pojun brags to others, he always brags about his "loyalty and filial piety passed down from generation to generation."
Now it seems that loyalty or not is another matter.
But he is so filial!
The son filed a complaint to the emperor in the Golden Palace.
And every time I sue you, it works!
How can this father-son relationship be linked to filial piety?
The Duke of Zhenguo, who is so powerful in daily life, actually treats his son like this in private.
Wait until everything is calm.
Jiang Li then asked Lin Che again, "Lord Lin, Da Gan will not forget your ten years of hardship. You can rest assured. Now think about it, is there any reward you would like? Tell me."
Lin Che took a deep breath and bowed respectfully:
"Your Majesty, please grant me death!"
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