Because Lu Ye, the Minister of Rites, was forced to step down, Fang Wenfu, who was originally intended to be the scapegoat, was saved and released from the Ministry of Justice.
After twenty days in there, he came out much thinner, which made old man Fang Xiaolin very sad.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
Having survived the crisis of almost losing his own son and even having his family confiscated and his clan exterminated, Fang Xiaolin is now grateful. As for whether his eldest son can continue to be a fourth-rank official, he doesn't care that much.
But he forgot that things cannot be stopped just by his shouting.
Although Fang Wenfu was released, whether his position could be restored was another matter. As long as someone made a move, he could be sent back to the imperial prison.
The game of chess has begun, and no chess piece can be removed from the board midway.
Unless you are dead.
Another letter was delivered to Fang Xiaolin. The Fang family had only spread rumors before as an excuse to bite the Lu family to death. Now was the beginning of them really paying the price.
Fang Xiaolin watched the man above arrange things for his family to do, one after another. Each one made him shudder with fear. Just one of these things was enough to cost him his head.
Although these things seemed disorganized on the surface, he was certain that they must all be connected, until they merged into a huge conspiracy to deal with the Lu family.
Comparing the Fang family with the Lu family is like hitting a rock with an egg. Twenty days ago, Fang Xiaolin would never have dared to dream of becoming an enemy of the Lu family, but now he has no choice.
If he acts like a coward and seeks safety, the Fang family will only end up in defeat, especially since he had previously spread rumors to try to kill the Lu family, and the Lu family couldn't have been unaware of this.
Even if he stopped, the Lu family would retaliate and he would lose his teeth and die a more miserable death.
The person behind the scenes was using him, but this was the only way he could go. Retreating would mean death, so he had no choice but to give it a try.
There is no need to choose whether to become someone else's knife or become the fish under the enemy's knife.
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Good people always need solid evidence to prove that others have committed a crime, while bad people can always accuse others of any crime they want.
However, Xiao Li is not going to use any dirty tricks on them this time, because the corruption of this world is much dirtier than her tricks.
She doesn't even need to do anything evil. She only needs to slightly lift a corner of the world, and the darkness and corruption inside will swallow up countless people.
The baits have been thrown one by one. All she has to do is wait, wait for it to ferment, wait for it to brew enough, and then explode.
The ninth day of the ninth month, the Double Ninth Festival, is a very bright and sunny day.
However, just as the sky was getting bright, screams pierced the dawn.
Many people died in a brothel hidden behind the vegetable market in the west of the capital.
The screams alarmed the soldiers of the patrol battalion. They went in to check and were all shocked.
Many people died, and their deaths were tragic, but this was not what shocked them the most. What really shocked them was the identities of these people.
They are all men from first- and second-class families, and many of them hold important positions in the court.
Now these noble lords of aristocratic families have died in the area they were patrolling, and the soldiers of the patrol camp feel like the sky is falling.
People from the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice arrived quickly and carried out the bodies one by one. It could be seen that the most fatal wound was the big hole on the neck, but they had more than one wound on their bodies. Their chests were stabbed like a hornet's nest, their ten fingers were cut off, their kneecaps were dug out, and especially the area between their legs. When the coroner opened the body, he saw that they had been smashed into a pulp alive.
The coroner asserted that the wounds on their necks would not cause them to die immediately, but that they were tortured for a period of time after their necks were cut. Therefore, everyone's expression was extremely terrified and they could not close their eyes.
The cause of death was easy to find, and the murderer was also easy to find: the prostitute in the building.
The madam of the building checked and found that all the prostitutes who served these people had disappeared out of thin air. Not only did they disappear, but they also took away gold and silver jewelry. It was obvious that it was a premeditated and organized murder.
The Dali Temple was still investigating the case, and people from each family came to claim the bodies.
Most of them were from second-class families, but the most surprising thing was that one of them was actually Lu Ye’s cousin, and members of the Lu family also died in this murder.
The case was not closed, so the bodies could not be taken away according to the rules. However, the Dali Temple officials of these families could not afford to offend, so in the end they had to take most of them back and leave a few less important ones as evidence.
"My lord, something's happened to you!"
The yamen runner rushed in with a piece of paper in his hand: "Sir, look at this."
Qin Mu, the Dali Temple Minister, took it and found that it was actually written by the prostitutes in Changchun Tower.
Changchunlou is a cheap-looking brothel hidden in the poorest West Street, where peddlers and hawkers can enter to seek pleasure.
But in fact, the backyard of Changchun Tower is a different world. It is a place that provides services specifically for nobles from aristocratic families with special hobbies.
These prostitutes were the ones who served behind Changchun Tower. Some of them were bought, some were abducted on the road, and some were tricked into coming.
Some are ordinary people, some are even rich girls, there are girls and boys.
The oldest of them was only fourteen or fifteen, and the youngest was only six, because no one could survive a year here.
Those officials came secretly and then released their cruel desires to their heart's content. Beating and scolding were the lightest punishments. Some people liked to use knives to cut the skin and flesh while committing violence.
They abused, violated, skinned, and boned people for fun, tortured them alive to death, and then cooked and ate them.
Yes, they also eat people.
Make it into a delicious dish, pair it with fine wine, and enjoy it to your heart's content.
A dry well behind Changchun Tower has been pressed down by a huge rock, supposedly to prevent people from falling in. In fact, it is used to discard corpses. The boiled bones are piled up into a mountain inside. Once opened, the stench is overwhelming.
After reading it, Qin Mu clenched the paper tightly, his face darkening: "Where did you get this from? Who else saw it?"
He is the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple and the direct descendant of the Qin family. He has to consider more than just investigating the case.
The yamen runner had no idea that his death was imminent, so he answered honestly, "It's spread everywhere outside, and many people saw it."
“Bang!”
Qin Mu suddenly stood up and strode out of the door. Sure enough, he saw many people reading the same paper, each of them filled with righteous indignation and anger.
"Bring the horse."
The yamen runner, unaware of his narrow escape, went to bring the horse over respectfully: "Sir, the horse is here."
When Qin Mu brought his men to Changchun Tower, they found that the entire Changchun Tower was surrounded by people, and the dry well at the back had been opened. The scene was just as written on the paper, with a foul stench.
The brave ones put a bucket down there, fiddled with it for a few times, and slowly a bucket of bones was lifted up.
"They are really bones, and what's written on them is true!"
"Changchun Building is eating people! They are eating people!"
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