Heng Chen suddenly remembered Shangguan Shu's words that day, and could not help but earnestly admonish him, "Third brother, you are the ancestor of the gods, your magical powers are unparalleled, your heart should be as broad as the sky..."
Heng Lin frowned in confusion. Just as he was about to say something, Shangguan Shu spoke up in a cold tone, "Heng Lin, I asked you to be here to serve my daughter, not to tell me what to do!"
"If you still can't see your own identity clearly, think about what happened to Heng Luan!"
A majestic and powerful warning echoed throughout the courtyard.
Heng Lin was deeply saddened when he heard this. He stumbled back two steps and looked at Shangguan Shu in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Sixth brother...how could you become so cruel..."
Heng Chen and Heng Ye were close enough to hear what he said.
Heng Ye said weakly, "Fourth brother, Sixth brother has lost his memory."
How could Heng Lin not know? He just... Heng Luan was missing, and he was extremely anxious, but he couldn't leave the palace to look for him. He had to pretend to be nice and please Shangguan Qingwan every day in order to have a chance to leave the palace.
He has been feeling depressed for a long time.
Heng Lin had a serious expression on his face and refused to beg for mercy. Shangguan Qingwan stepped forward to ease the atmosphere, "Daddy, don't be angry... I haven't seen the magic trick yet? Yue'er, you're not going to perform a magic trick for your sister, go on!"
Shangguan Qingyue was secretly pleased that several of his senior brothers had been scolded by their own father. He pouted when he heard the sound, "Hmph, Third Senior Brother is so annoying. He's ruined my fun. I'm going to cut his divine root into pieces when I get home!"
Thinking about it, the little guy calmed down, "Uncle Hengye, come here!"
Heng Ye chuckled, walked past Heng Lin, and squatted obediently in front of Shangguan Qingyue, "Young Master, let's begin!"
[Fourth Brother is still the best! Don't worry, Fourth Brother, you saved Yue'er's life back then, and Yue'er will definitely take care of you in the future!]
The little guy took a long breath and blew towards Heng Ye's head, "Hu..."
Shangguan Shu took Shangguan Qingwan and Shangguan Qingyue away, and the three brothers Heng and Chen finally had time to reminisce about the past.
Heng Chen got straight to the point, "Third brother, where is my eldest brother now?"
Heng Lin rubbed his brows, hiding his inner irritation, "Brother is missing..."
Heng Ye screamed, "What? Big brother is missing!"
Heng Lin nodded and recounted everything that happened after he and Heng Luan reunited. Finally, he said, "Brother suddenly disappeared. I searched for him for a long time but couldn't find him..."
Heng Chen and Heng Ye were silent for a while. Heng Ye rolled his eyes and said with a bit of gloating, "Brother has lost his magic power and no special skills. What if he can't get vegetarian food and starves to death..."
"Before he disappeared, my brother was thinking about making money to redeem his golden body at the pawnshop... How could he suddenly disappear?" Heng Lin was puzzled.
With Heng Luan gone, Heng Chen is now the most powerful. Heng Chen is also the most pragmatic person. Upon hearing this, he raised his hand to stop Heng Lin, "Don't worry, third brother. We are trapped in the Hetu Luoshu created by sixth brother, and he will not let us die in there. Now that we can't find eldest brother, the most urgent thing is to earn enough money to ransom his body. Then, once we find eldest brother, he can return to his position."
Heng Chen's eyes darkened a little, and he murmured, "Perhaps this is a test from heaven..."
Heng Lin was stunned.
Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Upon suddenly learning the news that King Xian had been assassinated, Emperor Jianxi was both heartbroken and angry, and ordered a thorough investigation into the culprit behind the assassination.
Because Zhao Ying had experience in presiding over the funeral of Princess Sidechang last time, Emperor Jianxi also handed over the funeral of King Xian to Zhao Ying this time.
Zhao Ying comforted the family of Prince Xian as if nothing had happened. Prince Xian liked to recruit talented people during his lifetime, so at the funeral, hundreds of guests sat in the hall, and the leader was Shao Yihui.
Zhao Ying naturally met him as well and had a good impression of him.
During the days of the funeral, she carefully examined the movable assets left by the wise king, and finally selected ten of them, who were considered to have better conversation and literary talent.
The next step is to subdue him and use him for her own purposes.
During the funeral days, Zhao Ying remained calm and did nothing. She was waiting.
As expected, after the funeral, the Ministry of Justice failed to perform its duties effectively, and the real murderer who assassinated the virtuous king has yet to be apprehended. This is in the heavily guarded capital, and the person who was killed was a prince...
The lord was assassinated, but no justice was done for a long time, which made a group of retainers anxious. They wore mourning clothes, knelt at the palace gate, and beat the drum to ask the emperor to step up efforts and thoroughly investigate the matter.
It would have been fine if he hadn't knocked, but after he did, he completely angered Emperor Jianxi.
Are these corrupt scholars trying to force the emperor to abdicate?
If the people saw them making such a fuss, they would think that he had wronged his son and was unwilling to investigate the culprit?
Emperor Jianxi was so angry that he smashed the paperweight. Zhao Ying picked it up silently and put it back. She walked forward and pinched Emperor Jianxi's shoulders, her eyebrows slightly frowned.
She began to doubt her own judgment.
She wanted to use those idiot retainers to make a big deal out of this matter, forcing her father to withdraw the investigation in anger. Then she would stand up and ask her father to conduct a thorough investigation to win people's hearts.
Things were originally going according to her idea, but she didn't expect... Shao Yihui, whom she had high hopes for, was so stupid that he rushed to be cannon fodder.
Could it be that she had misjudged him and that he was not a promising talent?
Zhao Ying laughed at herself. It was also her fault. She had this habit of judging by appearances. It must be because she saw that he was handsome, so she subconsciously thought he was reliable.
Emperor Jianxi calmed down, asked Zhao Ying to hide in the inner room, and then summoned Shao Yihui.
In ancient times, if common people filed a complaint with the emperor and beat the drum to report the incident, they would have to roll on a nail board and be flogged fifty times before appearing before the emperor. The Great Chu was no exception, so Shao Yihui was carried in.
The white inner garment was already covered in blood stains, and Shao Yihui's handsome face had turned pale and gray, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He endured the pain and saluted with difficulty, but he became exhausted after the formalities and fell down. However, he stared at Emperor Jianxi without blinking, and said hoarsely, "Your Majesty..."
Emperor Jianxi's heart paused, and his mind went blank for a moment.
After a while, Emperor Jianxi spoke in a lukewarm tone, "Are you Shao Yihui?"
"Xiaomin...that's right!"
"Why do you want to ask the virtuous king to seek justice? What do you know?"
Shao Yihui's eyes trembled, and a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes. After a long while, he finally spoke, "No... It's just that the cause of death of His Royal Highness the Virtuous Prince is unknown. His Royal Highness the Virtuous Prince saved my life when he was alive. Even if I sacrifice my own life, I cannot let His Royal Highness die in vain!"
Emperor Jianxi sneered, "You are quite loyal."
The next second, the subject changed, "It's just too stupid."
"You are using the crowd to threaten me. I don't see the injustice of the virtuous king. Instead, I see that he had evil intentions during his lifetime. He recruited aides and bought people's hearts..." Emperor Jianxi shouted, "Do you think I'm dead?"
In the past, when he knew about this, he just treated it as a joke and didn't cause any trouble. But now, this group of people dared to force him, so don't blame him for disliking them and the dead wise king.
Upon hearing this, Shao Yihui ignored the pain in his body and quickly apologized, "Your Majesty, this is not the case. Your Highness is loyal to the emperor and his father. How could he have the slightest intention of being disloyal?!"
Separated by a layer of screen, Zhao Ying's lips curled slightly.
She understood.
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