The actions of Right Prime Minister Yang Yizhen clearly explained to everyone that if you go against Qinghe, your whole family will die.
Of course, Yang Yizhen himself did not die.
In Lin Hai's words, "Yang Yizhen is a high-ranking Cambodian official after all. It would be more appropriate to use him for public trial in the future. Let's keep him alive now. He will be more beneficial to us if he is alive."
Consolation from the Khmer royal family soon arrived. After all, such a thing happened in the right prime minister's family, and it would be unreasonable for the royal family to ignore it.
"Your Majesty, are you saying that my entire family, my three sons, my parents, the younger generation, and even the housekeeper and servants, all died of illness? Even if they were hundreds of miles away in Beng Mealea, they all died of illness, and all at the same time?"
Yang Yizhen stared angrily at the eunuch who came to deliver the imperial eunuch. If he had not had any servants at home and the servants who came to preside over this unprecedented funeral were all nobles in the court, he would have ordered the people to beat the damn eunuch to death.
Anyway, my whole family is gone, so what is there to be afraid of?
"This is what your majesty meant, and it is also what the officials in the court meant." The eunuch who delivered the decree still had a smile on his face, as if he had not noticed Yang Yizhen's extremely distorted face at all.
"Of course, His Majesty also wants us to convey a message to the Prime Minister. His Majesty has already issued an order for the soldiers of the garrison who were replaced to return to the main camp. His Majesty is merciful and cannot really kill so many soldiers, so he can only execute the ringleader and leave the rest alone. As for the Prime Minister, His Majesty understands your feelings very well, so you don't need to attend court for the time being. It is best for you to rest at home."
After saying this, without caring whether Yang Yizhen had thanked him according to etiquette, he bowed with a smile, turned around and left the prime minister's residence. He did leave a few guards to guard the gate of the prime minister's residence, saying that it was to prevent thieves from robbing the mansion as there were few people in the mansion.
The Right Prime Minister first angered the people of Qinghe, and then angered His Majesty, and this matter became a serious matter.
The news was flying around the capital like mosquitoes in summer.
Those who had just attended the funeral at the Right Prime Minister's Residence were inexplicably nervous for a moment. They quickly opened the door and threw the return gift from the Prime Minister's Residence onto the street in front of everyone. They also wrote a letter of apology and sent it to the palace. Those who had not yet attended or were still on the way were frightened and broke out in cold sweats. They could only curse inwardly and ask the coachman to turn around, then rushed into a brothel on the side of the road in a panic. Well, no matter what they did today, they could not go to the Right Prime Minister's Residence again.
The Right Prime Minister's Mansion was shrouded in an atmosphere of loneliness, sadness and despair.
Although no one will come to attend the funeral of the Right Prime Minister, it does not mean that no one cares about the poor Right Prime Minister. In fact, the teahouses on both sides of the street are full of spies sent by various forces, who have been watching the only way to the Prime Minister's Mansion, so that the two teahouses that were originally about to go bankrupt suddenly became very popular.
Although the spies didn't like to talk to each other, sitting around doing nothing wasn't the same thing either, so some of them would sigh and lament. Some of these spies had been gathering information about the Right Prime Minister's Mansion for years. Although they didn't know each other's names, they had become the most familiar strangers, knowing what the other was thinking with just a glance.
After all, it's like employees from two companies working in the same office for ten years. Even if they don't say a word to each other on a daily basis, they will become familiar with each other.
The teahouse owner, on the other hand, was delighted. Normally, his business was very poor, with only those seeking information coming to this teahouse, which was closest to the Right Prime Minister's residence, to visit. He had seen his business nearly failing, but to his surprise, after someone died in the residence, his business actually revived.
It can be seen that the people in the prime minister’s mansion did not die in vain.
"It's a pity that too many people died at once. If one person died every month, and it kept dying, I would definitely become rich." The teahouse owner thought seriously.
One of the spies gave another a look, which roughly meant that he wanted to go to the toilet and asked him to help watch over him.
There was no other way, so his master sent him alone to keep an eye on him. However, he was in a hurry, so he couldn't blame himself. Fortunately, many of the people here were acquaintances, so it wouldn't be a big problem for him to keep an eye on him for a while.
Just as he stood up to leave, another spy put down the lid of the gaiwan tea cup with a little force, and there was a "bang". This was the signal.
In an instant, the entire teahouse came alive, and everyone looked out the window, their movements in unison, like well-trained sunflowers.
Someone actually dared to come to the Right Prime Minister's residence. Is he a fool? Or is he a true hero?
The person who came was certainly not a fool, so he was a real hero, because the person who came was Nguyen Thi Hao, the Minister of Revenue, who was known as the "Khmer Hero".
"Is this guy here to make fun of us or to add fuel to the fire? Does the Qinghe people really want to kill them all, including the Right Prime Minister..."
Many questions arose in everyone's mind, and those who were quick to act had already started reporting to the host.
Ruan Shihao knew that many people were looking at him. After all, he was the only one on the street with a servant. The whole big teahouse was full of people looking out the window. If they were not looking at him, could they be looking at the scenery?
He can't be looking at his own servant.
"What are you doing here? Did the people of Qinghe send you to kill us all?" Yang Yizhen, who had been crying for several days, had calmed down a lot. After all, no matter how much pain was accumulated, it was still pain, and at most it would make people despair. Yang Yizhen felt that he was already in despair.
"Not really, not really. You are overthinking it, Your Excellency. The Prime Minister's residence has been ravaged by a great change, and I have only come to visit and express my condolences. Please accept my condolences."
Ruan Shihao bowed and, without waiting for Yang Yizhen's invitation, found a chair and sat down. The servant beside him politely placed the gift down, retrieved a teapot and cups from the mourning hall, and poured a cup for his master. Then, after a moment's thought, he also poured a cup for Yang Yizhen and respectfully handed it over.
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