Censor Ding submitted an impeachment memorial, which was reviewed by the cabinet and finally submitted to the emperor for approval.
If the emperor believes that the impeached official has no fault, he will return the memorial or keep it without sending it out.
Censor Ding impeached once at the court meeting and then submitted three memorials in succession. The emperor's attitude was also ambiguous.
Once His Majesty the Emperor gives in and begins the investigation and evidence collection phase, the impeached Junior Secretary of the Imperial Temple will be close to stepping down.
The punishment may be light, such as fine, demotion or dismissal.
In serious cases, the punishment may include confiscation of property, exile, imprisonment, or even beheading.
In public, he was impeached one after another.
In private, there are constant troubles at home.
Pang Shaoqing was so overwhelmed that he was busy to the point of dizziness, but things didn't seem to be going in a good direction.
Because Pang Yungui received a summons from the emperor, asking him to go to the palace to make a statement.
The process is to give him an opportunity to explain the impeachment charges.
Pang Yungui calmed himself down and signaled the butler to slip a purse into the eunuch's pocket.
He went to change into his official uniform and came back soon.
The young eunuch accepted the hard work fee and did not comment much on Pang Shaoqing's request.
This attitude made Pang Yungui feel a little relieved. It seemed that the emperor did not ask him to enter the palace "immediately", so things must not be as bad as he thought.
The director of the Imperial Observatory had just received the returned memorial when his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Master Jiang, the dark clouds obscured the moon last night. Perhaps the observed stars were not accurate enough."
Lord Jiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, it’s over. The emperor’s perception was not sufficient and he had to observe again.
Seeing that Lord Jiang accepted the memorial with great trepidation, Eunuch Wang kindly gave him some advice.
"It's already this hour, I believe Pang Shaoqing should have received the summons and come to the palace to make his report."
Lord Jiang's heart moved, and he hurriedly bowed and said, "Wait a moment, Eunuch Wang."
Lord Jiang returned to the table, picked up the still wet brush, and redrafted the memorial.
By the time I observe the stars at night and submit my report again tomorrow, the daylily will have gone cold.
At this moment, we must be serious and submit the memorial before Pang Shaoqing enters the palace.
That old fellow, Censor Ding, is so cunning that he is truly inferior to others in terms of political acumen.
The two of them had similar qualifications, and he was even two years older, but the other person was only a fourth-rank official, while he had only reached the fifth rank.
However, the highest official position in the Imperial Observatory was the fifth-rank director. Lord Jiang felt that he was just like someone wiping his forehead with coptis chinensis water, and his life was miserable.
Eunuch Wang was holding the memorial, which looked impressive no matter how it was folded, and he walked quickly along the way, trying his best to blow the ink off the paper.
Pang Shaoqing, who rushed over from outside the palace, was a step too late after all. The situation, which was already unfavorable to him, was now even worse.
Pang Yungui certainly could not admit the charges that Censor Ding had impeached him, but he couldn't deny them completely either.
For example, he still had to admit to minor charges such as failing to control his subordinates, failing to supervise them properly, and damaging farmland during the transportation of horses.
The two sides exchanged sharp words, and neither side was willing to give in.
The emperor did not say a word, but just fiddled with the beads in his hand and watched the performance of the two people in a good mood.
When it comes to talking skills, Censor Ding is definitely a leader and is not afraid at all.
With excellent memory, strong logical thinking, and the ability to find loopholes in the opponent's words, he has the advantages of being able to use his full potential.
Coupled with the help of his eloquent tongue, he made the other debater so angry that his face turned pale, asked questions that made him confused, and made him doubt his life.
This excellent professional quality cannot but make people deeply impressed.
If this old fellow can understand the emperor's intentions in this way on a regular basis, it wouldn't be a problem for him to work for a few more years.
After a brief truce, the emperor lightly threw down two memorials and motioned Pang Yungui to open them and take a look.
Pang Yungui pursed his dry lips and carefully picked up the memorial on the ground.
One book contains evidence of guilt handed over by the Censor through special channels.
Pang Yungui's face became paler and paler, with beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his cheeks.
He opened the second memorial with trembling hands, and saw the seal of the Director of the Imperial Observatory clearly stamped on it.
Pang Yungui was on the verge of collapse and felt hopeless.
It turned out that Censor Ding's impeachment of him was just a pretext, and the emperor already had evidence of his guilt in his hands.
The memorial from the Imperial Observatory was the emperor's instruction and the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Give him a mysterious reason and ask him to resign from his official position.
As for why there is no house search and accountability, it is because it has not reached that stage yet.
That night, Pang Yungui, Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple, left the palace in a daze. This news flew like wings to the ears of spies in various prefectures in the capital.
Some people didn't take it seriously, thinking that he was just a fourth-rank official in the Ma Zheng system and wouldn't cause any waves.
Some people tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night. This person was Ning Yuanchen, who was hiding in the Marquis' Mansion to recuperate.
He had wanted to go to the racetrack to see the black horse and give it a hard time.
A horse with mediocre qualifications dares to steal his limelight. It is really as overestimating its own abilities as its owner.
Born into a merchant family in a county town, what good would it be even if he became an official in Beijing?
What the Hanlin Academy lacks the least is seventh-rank officials who have worked hard all their lives but have not achieved any results.
Let him vent his anger first, and then find an opportunity to deal with the ignorant couple.
Ning Yuanchen wanted to leave the city before dark, but as soon as he stepped out of the yard, he ran into the frowning Marquis Wu'an.
"It's already this late, where do you want to go? I'm telling you, stay home and recuperate. Don't go out for the time being, and don't contact your friends."
Ning Yuanchen said with a playful smile: "I'm just bored staying at home, so I want to stay at the farm for a few days."
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