"Apart from Yinreng?"
After a long silence in the inner hall, His Majesty spoke again in a deep voice, which was so loud that it startled Longkodo.
He was stunned for only a second, and the next second the emperor grabbed the paperweight from the table and smashed it on his knee.
Longkodo: I dare not move, I dare not move, I dare not move at all.
Not to mention crying out, no matter how painful it was, you had to endure it.
He tremblingly cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty, the remaining few... have not yet confessed."
"Useless." The emperor's headache had not yet healed, and now that he was angry, he coughed and felt a metallic taste in his throat. He tried to suppress it, but his voice became even more fierce.
Needless to say, this shout was a direct insult to Longkodo.
Longkodo dared not argue and could only kowtow and admit his guilt, saying it was useless.
The Emperor then stopped looking at Longkodo and instead looked down at the assassin's confession on the table.
He endured his headache and read through the text quickly.
During this time, Longkodo didn't dare to move an inch.
"Continue the investigation until you find evidence of a crime." The Emperor slammed his hand on the table.
The fabricated statements of a few assassins alone were not enough to convince His Majesty to convict Yinreng, even though His Majesty might have become suspicious of Yinreng at this moment.
Longkodo patted his sleeve, lowered his eyes, and replied, "Yes, sir."
The Emperor then called Longkodo up, but did not say anything more. After a few breaths, the Emperor waved his hand to signal him to leave.
Longkodo bowed again, knelt, and withdrew without looking to the side.
After leaving Chunhui Hall, he didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to the torture chamber.
Continue the interrogation.
Not long after Longkodo left, Fengzhong brought ginseng soup into the inner hall. He lowered his head and put down the soup, saying, "Master said the ginseng soup is still a little hot."
The Emperor closed his eyes to rest: "How is your master's health?"
Feng Zhong stopped wiping away his tears and smiled. "I've been able to get out of bed these past two days. My master even said I could go back to serve the Emperor in two days."
His Majesty grunted in response.
Feng Zhong then fell silent and simply waited on the side for His Majesty's instructions.
"How have the Eighth Prince and the Fourth Prince been doing these past few days in the side hall?"
Feng Zhong considered for a moment: "Eighth Master is very kind and always thinks of coming to serve you... Fourth Master is quite badly injured, but he doesn't talk much. He just returned to his Cangzhuo Hall today..."
Feng Zhong only remembered this matter halfway through the conversation.
The Emperor raised a hand to his temple, his tone ambiguous: "Has the fourth prince gone back?"
Feng Zhong didn't notice anything amiss. He said, "Yes, Your Majesty. You had just drunk your medicine and gone to sleep. The Fourth Prince was even going to pay his respects to you."
As he spoke, he thought about the commotion in the side hall these past few days. After a moment's thought, and since his master hadn't said he couldn't speak, he opened his mouth: "The side hall has been lively these past two days. I heard that Fourth Master didn't want to disturb His Majesty's peace, so as soon as he was able to get out of bed, he said he wanted to go back..."
As he was speaking, he caught a glimpse of His Majesty's expression change out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly stopped talking and apologized: "This servant has spoken too much, Your Majesty, please calm down."
The Emperor, without even opening his eyes, said, "Continue, what else have you heard..."
Feng Zhong dared not speak, but when His Majesty looked up at him, he was so frightened that his legs trembled.
"Yes...yes, this servant has also heard that Eighth Prince has made the greatest contribution in saving the Emperor's life, and is also filial and kind-hearted. He will surely achieve great things in the future..."
"Besides these, what else is there?"
There was no inflection in the Emperor's voice.
Feng Zhong paused for a moment, then recounted some gossip he had overheard in the past few days. It was nothing more than how filial the Third Prince was, how Yinreng risked his life to go into the water, and how the Fourth Prince remained calm in the face of danger. In short, all the princes were praised to the skies.
The Emperor seemed to sigh, "I never realized before that my sons were all so accomplished..."
Feng Zhong pondered the Emperor's tone of voice and didn't dare to respond.
The Emperor seemed unconcerned by his answer: "Go down."
A father is naturally gratified when his children are successful.
only……
The Emperor opened his eyes, but because he had kept them closed for so long, the bright candlelight in the inner hall stung his eyes, so he squinted to adjust.
However, being too successful doesn't seem to be a good thing, as everyone has a hundred ideas in their mind.
Feng Zhong was just about to leave respectfully when he suddenly heard His Majesty call him again before he had even left the inner hall.
"Eighth Prince doesn't behave himself in front of the Emperor. What can he serve like this? We should have him carried back tomorrow. Third Prince is still guarding outside."
Feng Zhong paused for a moment, then agreed. However, he didn't dare mention that the Third Master was already asleep in the side hall, only vaguely saying "yes" to His Majesty's question.
The Emperor raised his hand to shield his eyes: "Alright, let's ask the third son to come back with us tomorrow. He'll probably sleep better than his father."
Feng Zhong agreed again, nothing that surprised him, but the person the Emperor mentioned the next second really made him pause for a few seconds.
"It's about time Baoqing used his influence in the north to intimidate others. The Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. I hereby issue an imperial edict to order Baoqing to return to the capital."
Feng Zhong's breathing changed slightly, and he bowed deeply, his head bowed low: "Yes."
After Fengzhong left the outer hall, he first went to the side room to see his master.
Liang Jiugong was playing chess on the couch. His face was not very good, and he looked a little pale. When he saw Feng Zhong and then glanced at his apprentice's face, he laughed first.
"Alright, what did His Majesty say this time?" He waved his hand.
Feng Zhong then skillfully poured a cup of hot tea and served it to him, while recounting in detail the questions he had asked and his answers in the inner hall of Chunhui Hall.
He spoke until his throat was dry, so Liang Jiugong pointed to the table.
Feng Zhong then poured himself a cup of tea.
After hearing this, Liang Jiugong fell into deep thought, and then instructed his disciple: "Tomorrow morning, you should make sure to convey the message clearly. First, go to Third Master and then to Eighth Master..."
Feng Zhong didn't ask any further questions and readily agreed.
Liang Jiugong narrowed his eyes as he played with two chess pieces. These were gifts from His Majesty years ago; they were warm to the touch and were exquisite treasures.
"The rest is none of our concern."
Let's wait and see when Prince Zhi returns.
Who knows who's behind all these rumors circulating in the imperial court these past few days, orchestrated by someone?
Feng Zhong, seemingly understanding but not quite, bowed and began to massage Liang Jiugong's legs.
"Remember, once you're out of this door, don't get involved with anyone." Liang Jiugong tapped him on the head.
A new emperor brings a new court, but when the regime will change depends on the current emperor.
Avoid any underhanded tactics; that's the safest approach.
Feng Zhong agreed.
The candlestick on the small table was extremely bright. Liang Jiugong looked over and gave a cryptic laugh.
...
The next day, His Majesty's imperial edict spread throughout Changchun Garden.
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