The death of a Prince of Yan is not a big deal, but if it shakes the resolve of the royal family, it will indeed cause some trouble.
Having made up his mind, he remained outwardly calm: "I have already sent people to thoroughly investigate this case. Whether the Prince of Yan is innocent or not will soon come to light."
Having just been reminded by Sun Xun, Zhao Huang gradually recovered and said through gritted teeth, "Forgive my bluntness, but Prefect Zhang has always been at odds with my father, and this so-called evidence of treason was fabricated by this Eleventh Lord. If this case is handed over to the two of them for review, my father will become guilty even if he is innocent. I know that I have been framed by them, and once the charge of treason is confirmed, my father will surely die. In my desperation, I made a mistake. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."
Zhao Hao coldly said, "Are you implying that I have made a mistake in choosing personnel?"
"Your humble servant dares not!" Zhao Huang hurriedly kowtowed and begged for forgiveness.
Zhao Hao then spoke up, "I will make my own judgment on the Prince of Yan's case. Do you think that some people can fool me by fabricating some charges?"
"Your Majesty is wise and powerful; naturally, no one can deceive you." Zhao Huang breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the emperor's tone, this calamity seemed to have taken a turn for the better.
At this moment, Zhao Hao said again: "Considering your eagerness to save your father, today's events are forgivable. However, the death penalty may be waived or the crime may be unavoidable. Zhao Huang will have his salary reduced for three years and his military post stripped. All other related officers will be demoted three ranks."
Zhang Jie, standing on the city wall, immediately looked disappointed. Although the punishment was not light, it was nothing compared to their uprising today.
However, he dared not speak at this moment, because he could tell that the emperor wanted to handle the matter quietly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhao Huang and the others kowtowed in gratitude.
At this moment, Zhao Hao turned to Zu An: "Case No. 71 of the Gold Medal, you have three days to find out whether it has anything to do with the Prince of Yan, or you'll have to answer to me with your head!"
Anger points from Zhao Hao: +444 +444 +444...
That good-for-nothing! I sent him to investigate the Seventy-First Case of the Gold Medal and to eliminate potential security risks during the Fengshan ceremony, but instead of doing his job properly, he almost drove a vassal king into rebellion.
Zhang Jie, standing on the city wall, changed his expression. As a seasoned official, he naturally understood the meaning behind the emperor's words. What could be found out in three days? This was clearly an implication that he should close the case as soon as possible and appease the Prince of Yan's faction.
Zuan, however, seemed to have expected this, and calmly replied, "Okay!"
Zhao Hao can even tolerate something like a rebellion, so it seems there's something he values more recently, forcing him to put this matter aside.
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