This farce ended with the Prince of Nanjun fleeing with his daughter and a group of guards, but he forgot that his son was looking at him worriedly.

The next morning at the court, there was another verbal battle among all the civil and military officials.

Emperor Sheng An, sitting upright on the dragon throne, narrowed his deep dragon eyes and watched quietly without saying a word.

A censor from the Censorate walked out of the line and started to criticize An Xin as an unscrupulous person who had no regard for the law, despised the royal family, was tyrannical and oppressed his subordinates.

In order to prove her words, she specifically pointed out that Lin Zhenrong, the director of the Imperial College, was willing to come out to testify. Other people in the Imperial College saw An Xin abusing students in the Imperial College and Lin Zhenrong trying to stop her, but was also criticized by her.

The Duke of Anguo and the Earl of Wuchang, some families that had grievances with An Xin, saw that what the censor said was well-founded and thought that An Xin was doomed this time, so they all stood up to step on him.

Regardless of whether what the censor said was true or a fabricated accusation, they all hoped to verify the facts about An Xin.

It would be best if the emperor killed her in a rage, which would relieve the depression and hatred in their hearts.

An Xin pursed her lips. It seemed that her subordinate Lin Siye was very dissatisfied with her and was always thinking about how to step on her and climb up to sit on the position of chief priest.

It is one thing that she does not want to be an official, but it is another thing that others want to step on her to get to the top.

An Xin curled the corners of his mouth and smiled. The Imperial College was so boring, it seemed like it would be okay to teach a Dean who had lofty ambitions but a fragile life a lesson for fun.

Jiang Zhou looked at his colleague who was speaking eloquently in the hall, with a sneer on his face.

His expression made the Imperial Censor Shan Laotou, who turned around to look at him, worry about the subordinate who was still falsely accusing and slandering An Jijiu.

I saw from the beginning that he was born to be an imperial censor.

Others also thought that this sharp-tongued person was admitted to the Censorate because he was appreciated by them.

But no one knew that he was also accompanying the emperor out of the palace that time and heard this person's sharp debate with others.

He noticed that the emperor's eyes were full of admiration for him. Being an experienced man, he guessed the emperor's intention and went to the Censorate after Jiang Zhou passed the imperial examination.

If Jiang Zhou had not caught the emperor's eye, even with his promotion, it would have been impossible for him to be promoted from a poor family boy to a fifth-rank official at a young age within three years.

This is a Beijing official. Everyone knows that without special circumstances, it will be more difficult and slower for Beijing officials to be promoted than officials sent to other places.

Cao Zhiqing, who came from a poor family and relied on his status as the son-in-law of the Wuchang Marquisate to rise to the fourth rank in the Ministry of Rites, is a good example.

The fourth-rank official was the highest position that the Wuchang Marquisate could promote him to. However, since he did not have much outstanding ability, his official position did not advance at all in the next ten years.

No one knows who he has offended in the past few years, but he has been suppressed and reduced to the rank of a low-level official in the capital.

He did nothing every day, was in a daze, got drunk and went out with prostitutes. Now people who know him shake their heads when they hear his name. He has become a decent person.

When Dan Jinzhe's thoughts went astray.

Jiang Zhou has already opened fire on his colleague in the Censorate, bombarding him with allegations of who gave him benefits in which year and which month, and falsely impeaching that official.

In order to get ahead in the Censorate earlier, he got rid of his immediate superior, Old Man Shan, and forced him to go home early to sell sweet potatoes, so that he could smoothly take the position of Censor, and he provided evidence of which faction or party he had joined.

Under his horrified eyes, the evidence was slowly handed to the old eunuch Xiang Gonggong. Emperor Sheng An, who was watching the show with great interest, glanced at the evidence and threw it away lightly.

Then someone got unlucky.

"He likes to frame others so much. It's all because of his restless tongue. If that's the case, let the guards come in and take him out. Pull out his tongue first."

Emperor Sheng An's light and simple words frightened all the civil and military officials below.

The fourth-rank assistant censor, who had many evil thoughts, was frightened to death without even begging for mercy.

Fortunately, he was still strong enough not to pee himself in the hall, otherwise the clean-loving emperor would have chopped him up and fed him to the dogs.

All the civil and military officials in the court looked at Jiang Duidui with horror at his amazing fighting ability, and saw him glance at everyone with disdain.

It was as if he was saying that I am this powerful, you can provoke me, and maybe if I'm happy I can even give that person some life.

But if someone who is not afraid of death offends someone he cares about, Jiang Zhou’s stay in the capital for so many years would not be in vain, and in recent years, there have always been people who take the initiative to send him various news every now and then.

From big news like what bad things court officials have done in private to small news like the hottest gossip in the capital, as long as it is within the scope of information collected by the censor, someone will pass the news to him.

Jiang Zhou also tried to look for the person who took the initiative to collect information for him, but he never found him.

The Prince of Nanjun, who was covered in whip wounds, saw that after the commotion, An Xin was still standing safe and sound in the court. He gnashed his teeth in hatred and his facial features were distorted.

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He looked at the Censor-in-Chief who was dragged away with a cold look in his eyes, and cursed inwardly, saying that the useless thing wasted all the treasures and money he had given away.

The Prince of Nanjun trembled as he walked out of the procession to the center of the hall, and knelt down in front of Emperor Sheng'an with a plop, "Your Majesty, you must make the decision for me!"

An Xin was stunned. Looking at the Prince of Nanjun crying bitterly in front of her broadened her horizons.

Where is the arrogance he had yesterday when he blocked her at the gate and shouted that he would beat her to death, chop her into mud and feed her to the dogs?

As expected of a royal family member, this is probably a compulsory course for them. When it comes to pretending to be pitiful, perhaps only actors can compete with him.

"As a member of the royal family, I was beaten by a female official. I have lost the face of the royal family. I have no face to live in this world anymore."

As he said this, the Prince of Nanjun pretended to hit the dragon pillar in the hall.

An Xin felt like holding her forehead with her hands when she saw this. She even shed tears of sympathy for the pillar standing in the hall.

What has this pillar done to anyone? Every now and then, officials try to bump into it to get into trouble. It's really too much.

An Xin walked out of the queue and rolled his eyes at the Prince of Nanjun who was being held back and still struggling to say that he didn't want to live anymore. He spoke for the Panlong Pillar with a righteous look on his face:

"Apart from this pillar, can't you officials who regard dying for your advice as a hobby try to hit it somewhere else?

For example, the two walls in the main hall are actually quite solid, so it should be no problem to smash your brain. You can think about this next time."

All the civil and military officials in the court looked at An Xin in horror as she made this suggestion with a calm face... Are you sure she is speaking human words? ! "Hahaha——" The laughter of Emperor Sheng An echoed in the hall.

(End of this chapter)