Just like Zhao Wenxiang before.
Expand and take a look.
Jiang Wan'er saw an elegant font that she had never seen before.
It is so beautiful.
It made her lose her mind for a while.
Look at the content again.
Jiang Wan'er was even more shocked.
Just five or six hundred words.
The words are sincere.
Deep in the heart.
There are heart-shaking sentences one after another.
It gave her a sudden start.
Read it in one go.
Watch it again.
Watch it again.
Her gaze seemed to be embedded in the memorial in front of her.
pretty!
Beautiful handwriting.
The content is so beautiful that there is nothing to say.
This was the most beautiful memorial she had ever seen since she ascended the throne.
But……
Could such a beautiful memorial really have been written by that good-for-nothing bastard Zhao Hao?
How is this possible?
a long time.
Jiang Wan'er put away the memorial.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked towards Zhao Wenxiang beside her with deep suspicion.
Zhao Wenxiang understood what Jiang Wan'er was thinking.
He immediately kowtowed again.
"Your Majesty, this thunder bomb was indeed made by my son Zhao Hao. The charcoal and saltpeter and other materials were sent to the Heavenly Prison by my wife herself."
"This memorial was also written by Zhao Hao himself in front of my wife, so there is absolutely no deception in it."
Jiang Wan'er took a deep breath, still not believing that these were done by Zhao Hao.
But I didn't see any flaws.
A little research will tell the truth.
There is no way Zhao Wenxiang would tell a lie.
Of course, there is another possibility.
Zhao Wenxiang somehow knew about the invention of the sky-high bomb, and then asked someone to tell Zhao Hao in the sky prison how to invent it.
He wanted to save his son's life.
In that case...
Jiang Wan'er's mind raced and she made a decision immediately.
"Lord Zhao, you gave birth to a good son!"
"Zhao Hao made many mistakes in the past, but when he knew that the country was in trouble, he was still thinking about sharing my worries even though he was in prison. This shows that this kid is not confused when facing major events."
"This is all thanks to you as a father!"
Hearing Jiang Wan'er say this, Zhao Wenxiang felt relieved.
Done!
My son’s life was finally saved!
Jiang Wan'er continued, "Our laws stipulate that anyone who has made great contributions can have his or her crime reduced appropriately."
"Zhao Hao molested the princess in public, which was an unforgivable crime. However, the thunder bomb he invented did make an unparalleled contribution to the country."
"In this case, my dear Lord Zhao, I will pardon Zhao Hao's death sentence."
"How about this? You punish him with a few strokes of the cane yourself, so that he will remember this lesson and curb his lawless character. What do you think, my dear?"
How could Zhao Wenxiang not agree? He kowtowed repeatedly immediately.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"
Jiang Wan'er waved her hand.
"My dear minister, please go to the Heavenly Prison immediately and bring back the method for making this thunder bomb. I want to manufacture it in large quantities to deal with the barbarians!"
Zhao Wenxiang nodded quickly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it right away!"
Looking at his leaving back, Jiang Wan'er looked at Qing Xing standing beside her.
"Go check where Zhao Wenxiang got the method of making this thunder bomb!"
She didn't believe at all that the thunder bomb was made by Zhao Hao.
I also don't believe that Zhao Wenxiang, a civil servant, could create such a thing.
That being the case.
There must be others.
This person must be found.
The method of making this horrible thing must never be leaked.
It must be in the hands of the court.
In the prison.
Zhao Hao has slept three times.
Judging from the time, someone should be here by now.
Why is there no movement yet?
Just when he was getting a little impatient waiting, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
Zhao Hao's ears moved, and he quickly stood up and ran over to watch, scaring Su Si in the corner.
Soon he saw two jailers leading several men walking quickly towards his cell.
As he got closer, he finally saw clearly that the person leading the group was none other than his father, Zhao Wenxiang.
Zhao Hao excitedly passed his arm through the gap and waved it vigorously towards Zhao Wenxiang.
"Father, I'm here. Has His Majesty agreed to let me go?"
After glaring at Zhao Hao fiercely, he shouted to the people behind him: "Come on, by the order of Her Majesty the Queen, Zhao Hao's death sentence will be pardoned and replaced with caning!"
The two jailers agreed, walked quickly over to open the cell door, and brought over a bench.
Without waiting for Zhao Hao to react, he pressed him down on the bench and started beating him.
Zhao Hao was confused. What the hell was going on?
He was about to scream when he realized that although the board made a loud noise when hitting his buttocks, it didn't hurt much, so he reacted immediately.
He had seen this kind of method in TV and movies in his previous life.
I didn't expect it to be true.
I felt relieved immediately.
He screamed in time with the rhythm of the falling board.
However, seeing that there was no expression of pain on his face, Zhao Wenxiang frowned.
He snorted coldly, then walked over and snatched the stick from the soldier's hand.
"You bastard, I'll beat you to death, you beast, and see if you dare to do it again in the future..."
Zhao Wenxiang took action personally, and Zhao Hao immediately screamed in pain.
"Ah...ah...ah...Dad, are you serious? Are you really going to beat me to death? I am the only child of the Zhao family..."
"Ah... Dad... Ah... I won't dare to do it again... Dad..."
He was hit with more than ten boards in one breath.
He stood there leaning on the stick, breathing heavily.
Zhao Hao's butt turned red.
Zhao Wenxiang then said, "Carry this beast back to the mansion!"
As he spoke, he noticed a young woman with her face covered by a white veil standing in the corner.
Of course he knew about finding someone to leave bloodline, and he even asked the Queen for help.
Naturally, I know who this young woman in front of me is.
He looked at Su Si.
"Young lady, please come back with me. If you have anything to say, we can talk when we get back."
Su Si nodded quickly and bowed.
Zhao Hao's butt hurt so much that he just pretended to be dead.
Anyway, he has been spared the death penalty.
Nothing else matters.
Seeing Zhao Haozhen coming back, Qin Shuyun cried with joy.
But when she saw that her son's butt was very red, she started crying out of heartache and quickly asked someone to find a doctor to treat him.
But Zhao Wenxiang didn't care about that.
He drove everyone out and looked at Zhao Hao with a serious face.
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