Chapter 7 I'll go there in person
The person who followed Ye Lanzhou out of the capital was a young eunuch named Zhang Qiyue, who was said to be He Qiumao's godson.
The eunuchs in the Yin Dynasty were very powerful. In order to have a smoother future, many young eunuchs in the palace recognized powerful eunuchs as their godfathers.
Eunuchs are short of flesh and blood, and have no descendants to carry on their family line. If they adopt a few younger generations and wait for them to take care of them in their old age, they can live a comfortable life.
Ye Lanzhou saw that the young eunuch was younger than her, but he was too talkative and kept talking all the way.
I don't know why He Qiumao, the dignified head of the household affairs department, would admit to such a nagging person. "Your Majesty, it's really hard. You are still pregnant with the dragon fetus and it's about to come out. The journey is difficult. The terrain ahead is Beimang Mountain, which is difficult to cross. But once you cross it, the journey will be much easier. If your Majesty feels uncomfortable, please feel free to speak up. Don't be polite with me."
Ye Lanzhou felt something was wrong. The area from Shangjing to Nanyang was not well developed, and the roads were full of refugees.
Where is the clinic?
Zhang Qiyue means that he knows some medical skills, but Xie Chengyan dares to send someone who knows medical skills. Isn’t he afraid that her fake pregnancy will be exposed?
Could it be that Zhang Qiyue, as He Qiumao's godson, was a trustworthy person? But He Qiumao didn't even know about this. How could someone as cautious as Xie Chengyan make such a mistake?
Or was it that Xie Chengyan was just warning himself?
Ye Lanzhou is more inclined to the latter.
Thinking about it this way, even what Zhang Qiyue said seemed to be said deliberately for her.
These powerful people are really smart. Living under them is no easier than living in the old temple in Nanyang.
Those days of competing with wild dogs for food were certainly embarrassing, but walking on a man's sword was not much better.
Before the burial of Emperor Yin, someone had to guard the coffin for seven days, not a single day could be missed.
Today is the first day, and the one keeping vigil is Crown Prince Xie Xun.
Xie Chengyan had a mansion in the capital. Seeing that everything was fine here and Ye Lanzhou had already left the capital, he did not stay in Guangfu Temple, but returned to his own mansion.
The servants in the mansion boiled some water, and after Xie Chengyan cleaned himself up, he returned to his study.
Jian Xing suddenly knocked on the door. "Your Highness, the Nanyang Governor sent someone with a secret report saying something unusual is happening in the Nanyang Ghost Market. It's possible someone is illegally casting gunpowder on a large scale."
Jian Xing is considered Xie Chengyan's deputy. He has been with him for quite some time and manages the Shenji Camp for him.
He let Jian Xing in and took the secret report from his hand.
He lowered his eyes and took a look. This seal, which only appeared on memorials submitted to the emperor, now appeared on the secret report to Xie Chengyan.
The characters are familiar ones, and the seal is the seal of the governor of Nanyang.
Xie Chengyan's eyes fell on the letter, he lowered his head and pondered for a few moments, then ordered: "Prepare the horse for me, I will go there in person tomorrow morning."
Jian Xing was surprised: "You're going there in person? This matter can be resolved by sending people from the Divine Machine Camp. Why are you getting involved in this mess?"
Xie Chengyan held the secret report between his fingers, and the flames spread up along the yellowed paper, almost burning his hands.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and just before the flames touched him, he loosened his fingertips. "Nanyang isn't peaceful. Since Sun Sheng'an has personally sent me a secret report, I'll go there and meet the people there."
Since Xie Chengyan said so, Jian Xing didn't say much. Having followed him for so many years, he knew Xie Chengyan's personality best. Since he had decided to go, no one could stop him.
Besides, from what he said, the person who privately cast gunpowder in Nanyang is not a simple person.
Jian Xing thought for a moment and then continued, "But the late emperor hasn't been buried yet. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to leave the capital like this... The Empress Dowager wouldn't be happy to hear that."
When the Queen Mother was mentioned, Xie Chengyan's face was obviously covered with a layer of gloom. Jian Xing noticed it and knew that the mother-son relationship between the Queen Mother and Xie Chengyan was an unbreakable rope. He just brought it up for Xie Chengyan to consider on his own. As for what Xie Chengyan would choose, he would not interfere.
Xie Chengyan seemed to smile, but there was no trace of laughter at all. It even made people feel eerie. "She has been unhappy for a long time. She only becomes unhappy when I appear in front of her."
Jian Xing said nothing more, bowed, and quietly retreated, closing the door before leaving.
Xie Chengyan was the only one left in the study. He blew out the only lit candle on the desk and sat alone in the dark, thinking about something.
He was darker than the surrounding darkness, and the moonlight shone through the window onto his back.
Cold and comfortable.
The next morning, Xie Chengyan set off for Nanyang. Before leaving, he sent someone to deliver a message to He Qiumao, asking him to handle the matter of Guangfu Temple. If someone asked him about it, he would say that he was ill and resting in the palace, and would deal with it as best he could.
As expected, Queen Dowager Zhao discovered that Xie Chengyan did not come, and immediately called He Qiumao over.
He Qiumao responded to the empress dowager's words exactly as Xie Chengyan said.
As expected, the Queen Mother frowned on her aged face, looking unhappy. She said, "He was sick at his brother's funeral.
She held her forehead with her hand, and the maid beside her came over and gently massaged her forehead.
The Empress Dowager has had this problem for many years. When the Yin Kingdom was in turmoil, the capital was still Jinling, but the southern barbarians invaded Jinling City, and the royal family had no choice but to move the capital to Shangjing in the north.
That escape was truly awful, and her headache was caused by that incident.
He Qiumao knelt down as the Empress Dowager continued to speak slowly, "Back then, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said that his fate was incompatible with that of my third brother, and that he should be sent away from the capital. And indeed, something bad happened while he was in the capital."
As she spoke, she glanced at He Qiumao below and asked, "I remember that He Zongguan followed me and my group to Shangjing. What do you think?"
He Qiumao bowed respectfully and replied, "How dare I speak of the affairs of the royal family? I only know that since Emperor Yinjing did this, there must be a reason for it."
The Queen Mother sneered, "Your words are nice, but you won't provoke anyone. It's best for the He Mansion to remain like this. Don't forget how the previous chief steward died."
He Qiumao had only met the Imperial Household Department of the previous dynasty a few times. He had always been a member of the Imperial Household Department. His official rank was not high, and he had no relationship with the Imperial Household Department. But after all, he was a servant of the Emperor, and his words had some intimidation.
First, his internal affairs manager colluded with Prince Ning and rebelled in Nanjing City. Unfortunately, Prince Ning failed in the end and was imprisoned outside the gate of Shangjing City and shot to death by arrows.
Today, the bloody smell lingers outside the south gate of Shangjing. That’s because Prince Ning’s army suffered heavy casualties and eventually died there.
The chief steward also died in the chaos.
He Qiumao shuddered when the Empress Dowager mentioned this, knowing full well that she was clearly referring to him. He kowtowed deeply to the ground, his face horrified, and said, "I dare not. The Imperial Household Department manages the household affairs for His Majesty, and I am bound to be conscientious and have absolutely no sympathy."
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