As the New Year was approaching, Liu Ziqi was asked by the manager of a farm in the suburbs to look at the account books. As soon as he received the news from Mu Yun, he hurried back, having already learned what had happened.
"After you have your meal, take a good rest." Liu Ziqi did not stay for meal. After comforting Yu Jiao, he left Yingyue Pavilion.
Although Gu Yun's attack was a bit harsh, if he had arrived first and seen Yu Jiao being bullied by Qin Guang, he would probably have been furious and attacked even more harshly.
Liu Ziqi went to the study in the front yard and told Liu Yu what had happened today. That night a memorial was delivered to the palace.
All news spreads fast in the capital, and the news that Prince Qin of the Tongqing Earl's Mansion had his hands and feet crippled by the young Marquis Gu of the Annan Marquis' Mansion was even more widely spread, and everyone wanted to talk about it.
A young eunuch holding a memorial tiptoed into the silent Silijian.
He bent his waist, slightly raised the memorial in his hands with both hands, and did not dare to raise his head, for fear of bumping into the person leaning on the armchair.
He only whispered, "Governor, Liu Cifu sent someone to deliver a memorial."
The man in the scarlet crane court robe did not change his posture, and there was no expression on his handsome and feminine face. He only responded indifferently.
The young eunuch carefully placed the memorial on the table.
The man raised his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes and glanced at the letter.
Naturally, what happened in the capital city would not escape his ears, let alone the well-known fact that Prince Qin was beaten. Naturally, a spy would send the news back as soon as possible.
Leng Bai's slender fingers tapped lightly a few times on the maroon nanmu table, and the eunuch beside him stepped forward skillfully to pour tea.
Cheng Ying picked up the green teacup, sipped a cup of tea, and then her fingers fell on the letter.
After scanning the contents of the memorial with her cunning phoenix eyes, Cheng Ying's lips curled up slightly, with a gleam of interest in her eyes.
The young eunuch standing by felt a chill in his heart. With the Governor showing this expression, he was afraid that the former dynasty would be in unrest again.
"Governor, should this memorial be sent to Fengtian Palace?" The young eunuch who brought the memorial in asked respectfully.
Cheng Ying placed the memorial on the table and nodded slightly, "Send it to His Majesty."
The young eunuch's expression tensed, realizing that the emperor had to read the memorial. After all, if the memorial was sent to the Yangsheng Palace, it would take an unknown amount of time for the emperor to remember to take a look at it.
He immediately stepped forward, took the memorial, and left after receiving the order.
After the young eunuch left, Cheng Ying's posture while leaning on the armchair changed slightly. He grabbed the seal on the table with his fingers and played with it. The end of the year was approaching, and the capital was about to become lively.
Such a wonderful show will probably only last until Marquis Annan returns to Beijing.
A name suddenly popped up in Cheng Ying's mind. He couldn't help but exert force on his hands that were holding the seal, and the white fingertips turned even whiter due to the force.
Cheng Ying closed her eyes. She really shouldn't have changed the girl's name to "Junior Sister" on a whim. Those people outside were not qualified to criticize this name.
He just wanted to keep a trace of thought, but this thought would not allow anyone to desecrate it, not even a name, and he would not allow others to talk about it.
The next day, as soon as the first rays of light appeared in the sky, the Qin family's people who commuted to Bo's Mansion arrived outside the palace gate.
The guards at the palace gate saw that it was the old man who came, and there were several people behind him carrying a sedan chair, on which there seemed to be a person lying.
"Master Qin, it's not time to go to court yet." The guard looked at the clepsydra and said, "I dare not open the palace gate for you now."
Uncle Qin had a sullen face and said with his hands behind his back, "No need, you can open it when the time comes.
Yesterday, Qin Guang was carried back to the mansion in such a miserable state. When asking the servant about the inside story, they learned that he was beaten by Gu Yun, the lawless evildoer. The Qin family did not care about anything else and quickly asked a doctor to treat Qin Guang's injuries. However, the doctor said that Qin Guang's tendons in his hands and feet could not be reconnected, and his hands and feet might be disabled.
Old Uncle Qin scolded and drove away several doctors, invited doctors from all over the capital, and then took a letter to ask someone to come to the palace to invite the imperial physician. After tossing and turning until midnight, the result was still that Prince Qin was likely to become disabled.
The lights in the Tongqing Bo Mansion were on all night, and the Qin family did not sleep a wink. Before dawn, old Uncle Qin ordered people to carry Qin Guang and came to the palace in person to seek justice for his grandson.
After waiting outside the palace gate for nearly half an hour, it was almost time to open the palace gate. Ministers who were going to court came in one after another. When they saw this scene, they all looked at him in disbelief. No one was willing to come forward to talk to him. Given Old Master Qin's current state of mind, these smart people knew that talking to him would only bring trouble.
When the carriage of the Dingbei Marquis Feng family came over, Feng Yuanqi, the eldest son of the Feng family and the left assistant minister of the Ministry of War, got off the carriage and walked to the side of Old Uncle Qin. He first glanced at the lying Qin Guang, then bowed to Old Uncle Qin and said, "Old Uncle, is the injury of Prince Qin serious?"
Old Uncle Qin still looked grim. As they were all members of the Feng family, he gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Yun broke the tendons in his hands and feet. Even the imperial doctors in the palace can't fix them. He will end up disabled in the future."
Feng Yuanqi sighed softly, as if he shared the same hatred with the Qin family, "My brother is also pitiful. He actually suffered this unprovoked disaster."
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