Chapter 51 Under the Sun

All officials have received the news and will hold court outside the imperial city tomorrow morning.

They were stunned by the news and wondered what the tyrant was up to.

They were all restless and did not sleep well, so they hurried to pack up and go to court the next day.

A large crowd had already gathered outside the imperial city, and the people were surrounding an open space in front of them, looking curiously at the space that was blocked off.

There was a desk with a pile of documents on it. Under heavy guard, officials came in one by one.

The crowd of onlookers grew more and more crowded, and people were discussing everywhere:

"The tyrant has done nothing good!"

"You can't say that. Your Majesty was also controlled by a witch before. That thing is very evil. It's all Nanjiang's fault. Your Majesty is not a tyrant!"

"Bullshit, even if that's the case, can the suffering I've endured in the past five years be erased? Tyrant, tyrant, tyrant, you must not die a happier death!"

"Hey, can you hate the person? Have you forgotten that the country has distributed grain seeds to us for free these two days? This is the real Emperor Jing! Can you have some confidence in your own country?"

"That's right. It was Nanjiang that caused Your Majesty to be wronged and us to suffer. If you want to blame and seek revenge, you should go to Nanjiang. It would be best if we, the Iron Cavalry of Dajing, trample their monarch's head!"

Now the wind direction has begun to change.

The people's hatred gradually shifted to southern Xinjiang.

There was a constant quarrel below. As a low horn sounded, the left prime minister Minghe and the right prime minister Manchuan came side by side. They stood on both sides of the desk, one on the left and one on the right.

The crowd was silent for a moment, sincerely adoring these two people who worked so hard for their country and their people.

Spontaneously maintaining order on the scene is probably the most direct way they can express their respect.

The horn sounded, and Jin Ge and Ye Du were watching from the sidelines. Jin Ge had no expression on her face: "Is this what she meant by leaving the palace for some fresh air?"

Let me watch you go to court here?

You are quite good at playing.

Ye Du said nothing, his dark eyes staring silently at the host.

Emperor Jing is here.

It was an elegant black dragon robe with red edges and golden cloud patterns. She wore a crown with twelve beads on her head. Her brows were filled with heroic spirit. She stood as strong and vigorous as a green pine. It was not until she sat down that the people at the scene seemed to regain their senses and whispered to each other.

Some cursed her, some supported her. When all the officials knelt down and shouted "Long live the emperor!", the crowd finally quieted down.

They looked at Emperor Jing, who was sitting in the main seat, with extremely complicated emotions.

The man who bore all their love and hate.

Today they want to see what this guy can do.

Jun Lin's voice was mixed with his inner strength, and the sound spread out: "Stand up."

All the officials were nervous and no one dared to look at her, but the audience was already cursing.

"It was him, the corrupt official! He killed my wife and children!"

"Your Majesty, please make the decision for the common people!"

The noisy curses mixed with some startled people who carefully looked at Jun Lin's face.

But she always had a gentle smile on her face, and was friendly and kind, making it difficult for people to see through her emotions.

Jun Lin carefully scanned the faces of the people; their joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, anger and madness were all revealed on that face.

This is her country and her people.

A great sense of responsibility rose in her heart, and everyone's eyes were on her.

This is their home, their king.

"Minghe."

"I am here."

The left prime minister was elegant and graceful, waiting in front of her.

"Read the charges."

"Your Majesty, I accept your order."

It was as if a loud bang came from the sky, and all the officials were struck by lightning. They knew in their hearts that this was their burial place. They were sweating profusely, their hands and feet were weak, and they wondered if there was any way to save them, if there was any...

In the eyes of the people who were confused, Ming He took out the document from his sleeve. His clear face became solemn, and his voice seemed to be a little low and hoarse because he was suppressing his anger: "Governor Li Yu, there are seven people killed by his men, including raping and killing three women, mutilating two husbands, a child, and an old woman."

The people below were shaking with anger.

They were completely powerless to do anything about these things, and couldn't even file a complaint with the court. The officials protected each other and covered up everything. Not only... not only these lives...

Dirty, horrible, disgusting.

The scene was completely silent, with only the sound of panicked and frightened breathing being audible.

Junlin gestured to Minghe to continue.

Even though he was furious, Ming He had to suppress his anger and not lose his mind. His eyes were dark and calm, and his voice was steady but with an indescribable sense of heaviness: "According to Article 7, Page 32 of the Dajing National Law, he is sentenced to death."

"Your Majesty! I am innocent! Someone must have framed me! Please judge for yourself, Your Majesty!"

Almost at the moment Ming He finished speaking, Governor Li angrily defended himself.

But Emperor Jing's eyes were cold, and the eyes of the people below were as if they wanted to peel off his skin and pull out his tendons.

Jun Lin threw the testimonies that had been sorted and laid out on the desk onto the ground with a bang and shouted, "You idiot! Look for yourself! What else do you want to argue with Gu Jiao about?"

He gritted his teeth, stared at the testimony and made a desperate move: "This is a forgery! Your Majesty must have been deceived!"

Jun Lin curled his lips and looked at him disdainfully: "Oh? Fake."

Her eyes were filled with anger: "Then please call the witnesses and the victim's family!"

The whole audience's attention was instantly focused on a young man who walked up with an angry face, supporting a staggering old man.

The young man looked at Emperor Jing, and Jun Lin nodded to him, indicating that he would make the decision for him and told him to speak boldly.

The young man swallowed the sun water and said with courage: "I saw him kill my eldest brother and eldest sister-in-law with my own eyes, just because he fell in love with my eldest sister-in-law..."

Governor Li shouted: "Shut up!"

"bump--"

A two-meter-tall strong man appeared out of nowhere and kicked him in the back of the leg. The sound of broken bones was heard. Governor Li was in so much pain that he fell to his knees and hugged his legs, wailing.

The man was carrying a heavy sword, and was as tall as a mountain, with bulging muscles all over his body. He looked down at him with a dull expression, and the fierce murderous aura oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

This change shocked everyone again, and Emperor Jing chuckled and said, "Did I allow you to interrupt?"

He was in so much pain that tears were streaming down his face. His face was almost twisted, and his hatred fell directly on Jun Lin: "Tyrant! Don't go too far! Don't forget that I am the Empress Dowager's man. If you offend me today, the Empress Dowager will not let you go!"

Jun Lin looked at him leisurely, and said frivolously: "Hmm? Are you talking about the Empress Dowager?"

"Hey, Minghe, tell him."

Ming He was shocked: "Governor Li, the Empress Dowager is not in power."

Manchuan stroked his beard and thought it was funny: "Have you forgotten who is the real owner of this grand scene?"

He knew, of course he knew.

It's the one who sits high up in the seat and looks at him like garbage.

The man's eyes and eyebrows were full of sarcasm, and the curve of his scarlet lips was sinister and cold-blooded.

That person is the king of Dajing.