Chapter 290: The Imperial Residence! Taking Advantage of Emperor Wen
"Guo Yushi, is this the result of your investigation?" Emperor Wen placed the memorial on the table with a look of dismay, looking at Guo Yushi, who was kneeling beside him and trembling.
After all, this Censor Guo was a little young, and was instigated by others to rush out to stir up trouble. After an investigation lasting half a month, almost all the three dukes and nine ministers participated in it, but the problems they found were all trivial matters.
"The most serious accusation that could be fabricated in this memorial, besides the military deployment, is that He Zhaojun monopolized the capital's businesses, recruited talented individuals and officials' servants, and privately set prices, correct?"
Emperor Wen read the memorial for a long time. After all, he was old and had some presbyopia. The memorial was full of nonsense and the handwriting was small. He read it again and again before he found the key points.
Censor Guo and the others could only kneel down, kowtow and confess their guilt, completely losing the arrogance they had shown in front of He Zhaojun. After all, they had discovered that many families' businesses depended on He Zhaojun's influence. How could they investigate this? If they angered He Zhaojun again, their entire family would be left without food for the next month.
"You know, you're able to speak so brazenly here and submit a memorial to criticize He Zhaojun because it's because she fully supported Cai Lun in improving papermaking that you're able to use such fine paper. Yet, you're writing trumped-up charges on this, Censor Guo, you truly disappoint me!"
Emperor Wen took a breath. "When the earthquake struck, some people were already hoarding grain, hoping to profit from the national crisis by selling it at high prices. It was Zhaojun who used cargo ships to bring in large quantities of grain from the Jiangnan area, willing to lose money to stabilize prices and stabilize the situation. But you're saying this as maliciously lowering prices to grab market share? Aren't you ashamed of what you're saying?"
Yuan Shanjian, standing by, couldn't help but retort, "Guo Yushi, you say Zhaojun's intentions are ill-intentioned in collecting talented individuals, but do you know that your family often tortures people, crippling them and abandoning them? It was Zhaojun who provided money and effort to ensure that they could continue to have jobs and not let their families starve to death."
When a wall falls, everyone pushes it. Anyone who sees the current situation would want to step up and kick Censor Guo. Important officials are in turmoil, and chaos is raging. Some are second-guessing, some are taking advantage of the situation, some are taking advantage of the situation, and some are venting their anger. Those who started the riots were scolded and could not raise their heads, and now they are begging for mercy.
Emperor Wen was too lazy to bother with them. He smiled and looked at He Zhaojun and Wen Ziduan. "I calculated the time. At most, it will be half a month before the He family's sons should return from the northwest. When that time comes, I will personally hold a wedding banquet for you two, together with Zisheng and Shaoshang. How do you think?"
He Zhaojun didn't say anything, but just glanced at the people kneeling at her feet. Her meaning was very clear. They had insulted the entire He family and delayed them for half a month. She felt that she had suffered a loss and was complaining to Emperor Wen.
Emperor Wen saw this and murmured, "Zhaojun, the imperial censors have finally moved all the things to Jingyuan. Don't bother moving them back. You are already a princess, and you should have established your own residence long ago. I think Jingyuan is a good choice."
As he spoke, he glanced at Cao Cheng again and said, "Cao Cheng, I will give Zhaojun a plaque for her new residence. I will write it myself. Go and prepare it quickly."
Cao Cheng bowed to the ground and hurried away. Emperor Wen didn't feel bad at all. After all, she was married to his son, so they were family. The huge Jingyuan Garden was just a transfer from one hand to the other, and it was still in the hands of the royal family. There was no result that could satisfy him more than this.
"If you have no objection, then go home and wait for your marriage. I don't ask you to embroider a wedding gown, but you still have to embroider a fan." Emperor Wen spoke earnestly, not daring to forget Concubine Yue's instructions.
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