The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review spoke with a gruff voice inside.
Ultimately, he was on Si Jin's side.
He had been saved by Si Jin on the battlefield in his early years, and knew that Si Jin was straightforward and would never lie.
If the Fourth Prince had harbored even a hint of malice over the years, he wouldn't have been brought to this state by those with ulterior motives.
Sun Zhao had neither witnesses nor excuses.
Unable to defend themselves, they had no choice but to accept the punishment and were taken to the Dali Temple along with the little assassin.
Unexpectedly, as he was leaving, he bumped into the guards who were carrying account books back.
The account books were scattered all over the floor, which caught the attention of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
Si Jin spoke up at the opportune moment: "Actually, I also want to accuse Sun Zhaoke of withholding military pay. All the soldiers in the camps outside the capital can testify. Why don't we go to the Dali Temple to discuss this in detail?"
Sun Zhao was startled, and then suddenly realized what was happening.
The former commander of the camp in the suburbs of Beijing was Ning Sizhen, so he had always been unscrupulous in embezzling military pay.
Because Ning Sizhen was in charge, none of the peasants in the outskirts of Beijing dared to object.
But now, the camp on the outskirts of Beijing has changed hands.
With Ning Sijin's strength enhanced, he is determined to reclaim everything he has lost over the years!
Sun Zhao's face turned pale. After being imprisoned, he immediately contacted the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and ordered him to transfer his assets.
That young master was his man; he acted swiftly and decisively, transferring the property to his own residence.
The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review searched the Sun residence, but found absolutely no clues.
This made Sun Zhao appear like a pure and honest official with nothing to his name.
Once Xiao Yao located the property, Si Jin immediately led his guards to raid the home of the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
A traitor who betrays his own people.
This junior official was originally a deputy general under the original owner. If the original owner had not recommended him for office, how could he have achieved his current glory?
Si Jin acted swiftly and decisively, taking advantage of the fact that Shaoqing's residence had few guards, and directly emptied all the money in his house.
Not only were there Sun Zhao's, but also the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review's own.
Shaoqing cried and shouted that he wanted to file a complaint, and threw a tantrum to prevent Sijing from leaving.
But then he suddenly said, "This time, a total of five million taels of gold and thirty million taels of silver were found in your mansion, far exceeding your salary over the years."
"I remember that in this dynasty, the crime of corruption was punishable by death with one million taels of gold."
As he spoke, he turned around and smiled at the pale-faced Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
Suddenly, he kicked him ten feet away and said coldly, "You still have the nerve to throw a tantrum at me? Don't you even know that this thing is enough to kill you several times over!"
The Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was kicked hard, and when he fell to the ground, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He immediately knelt up and apologized to Si Jin repeatedly.
Ultimately, with the testimony of the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, Sun Zhao was convicted of corruption and sentenced to death.
Sun Zhao was in a daze in the death row. He finally waited for the arrival of Nangong Changli, the second disciple of the Huashan Sect.
Nangong Changli is the son of Nangong Mi. He is usually low-key and only works for his sect. His poison skills are the best in the world.
Upon seeing him arrive, Sun Zhao immediately became excited. He gripped the railing, eagerly hoping that Nangong Changli would take him out.
Unexpectedly, a speck of powder floating in the air from Nangong Changli took his life.
Sun Zhao bled from all seven orifices, collapsed to the ground in agony, and stared at Nangong Changli in disbelief.
He spoke slowly and with a smile: "Master said that the sect does not tolerate sinners, so you must die."
“But Ning Sijin injured my sect’s disciple. I will take his life at the banquet where the Western Queen will be in a few months.”
"So, senior brother, may you have a safe journey."
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