Zhao Ji looked at him with a smile on his face: "It's just that I haven't seen you for a while, and I always feel that the Supervisory Censor seems to have become much fatter. Has he become fatter recently?"

The Supervisory Censor had a fake smile on his face: "I have indeed been quite busy during this period. My brain has been working more, so I naturally eat more. After my appetite has been improved, I feel that my body is much better than before..."

Zhao Ji sneered: "I didn't know that after eating until I was as fat as a pig, I could still feel much better. Doesn't the censor think that my reactions are a little slow now?"

This statement was almost an outright curse.

According to the official authority of the Censor during that period, if someone spoke to him like this, I'm afraid the Censor would have glared at them and started cursing.

But this is Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji once protected the late emperor, and other ministers confronted the people from southern Xinjiang. He killed one person from southern Xinjiang with one sword!

To put it bluntly, everyone in this hall owes Zhao Ji a life.

Moreover, the hall was covered with the blood of people killed by Zhao Ji, so no one dared to confront Zhao Ji openly.

Even the Censor, who was at the peak of his power during this period, was left speechless when he met Zhao Ji.

"Your Excellency is right..." After holding it in for a long time, the Censor could only say this.

The young emperor, who had been fooled by the Censor-in-Chief the whole time, felt strangely relieved when he saw that the Censor-in-Chief had suffered a setback at the hands of Zhao Ji.

"Although I have been recuperating at home for a while, I have heard that there are some very positive trends in the court. For example, the emperor is currently investigating corruption. This is really a good thing for the country and the people!"

"Now it seems that the emperor has indeed grown up!"

Zhao Ji said this deliberately in a hypocritical manner.

At this time, the Censor did not know that his double-dealing behavior had already been exposed, and he still thought he had done a good job.

I also remembered that I had formed such a large camp by forming cliques and factions in this matter.

The Censor's ambition had expanded to the extreme at this time. He even looked up at Zhao Ji and then at the people in his own camp.

At that moment, he felt that he could fight against Zhao Ji.

You should know that during this period, the Censor-in-Chief had arranged many tricks to trip up anyone in Zhao Ji's camp.

Now that Zhao Ji took the initiative to bring up this matter again, this further inflated the Censor's ambition.

"No, no, these are what we should do. Only when the people in the court are fair and honest can we guarantee the rights and interests of the people and realize them!"

The Censor-in-Chief spoke this kind of official jargon more and more fluently and clearly.

It’s a pity that if he was trying to fool the little emperor before, he could still fool him with these words.

But now standing before him was the regent Zhao Ji.

What kind of dirty tricks has Zhao Ji not seen?

The Censor-in-Chief doing these little tricks in front of Zhao Ji is just like showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong or building a car in front of Lu Ban!

"It seems that the censor personally checked every matter carefully, right?"

All the questions Zhao Ji has asked so far are very well-intentioned.

This made the Censor-in-Chief feel that there was no problem.

So he climbed up the ladder: "Although it is a bit hard to do everything myself, this is the only way to ensure that the ministers will not be wrongly accused. After all, we are all colleagues, and I don't want any false cases to happen!"

Hearing the Censor's brazen words, Zhao Ji couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This made the Censor laugh so hard that he was stunned.

"Since the Censor said that he did it personally, then I also have something to report to the Emperor!"

Zhao Ji said with a smile.

He gave a wink to the imperial guard next to him, and immediately one of the imperial guards came forward with a tray in his hand, presenting a pile of letters.

The letters had all been opened, the envelopes were placed aside, and the stationery was piled together.

"Your Majesty, you can take a look at these things. I asked the secret guards to find them last night. I have to say that the records on them are quite interesting. I think they are still of certain reference value!"

Many ministers at the morning court had no idea what Zhao Ji was up to.

I don't even know what was written in the letter.

The same thing happened to the Censor. His eyes fell on the letter papers and envelopes. He glanced at them casually at first, but when he saw a familiar pattern, his eyes quickly locked onto the envelope again.

It was a coincidence that the Censor was standing in such an angle that he could just see the protruding corner of the envelope!

The dark pattern on it is a hibiscus flower.

The hibiscus plant is not common in Beijing, and not many people like it.

However, the Censor-in-Chief particularly loved this flower, so every envelope and stationery in the Censor-in-Chief's Office would have hibiscus patterns or flower prints on it.

His family is probably the only one in the whole capital that does this.

So at that moment, the Censor recognized the envelope from his own home.

It was precisely because of this that the Censor-in-Chief was suddenly worried.

Because he didn't know what was written on the letter, and there was such a thick stack of letters, he wasn't sure whether they were from other people or all of his.

The emperor read the letters one by one, and as Zhao Ji had instructed him to do when he went to court before, he deliberately remained silent and expressionless.

In fact, this is psychologically torturing those ministers who have ulterior motives.

The longer the time goes, the more tormented they feel inside. The longer they suffer, the lower their psychological defenses will be when they are interrogated or intimidated again.

The emperor had actually read the contents of the letter a long time ago, but even so, when he read it again, he still felt a little depressed.

He once trusted the censor so much, but what he got in return was the result he got now.

It is really sad.

"I have finished reading it. I have read every word and every sentence carefully!" When the little emperor spoke, there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

The trembling was not due to stage fright, but because the little emperor was trying his best to control his emotions and try not to curse too early.

"What is written in this letter really opens my eyes! Isn't it, Censor?"

The emperor's voice rang out, and when he mentioned the name of the Censor at the end, it was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears.

If the Censor was still praying before that the envelope of Hibiscus belonged to someone else, then now, the moment the Emperor said his name, he knew very well that it was his.

It was at this moment that an extremely ominous premonition came over him. The Censor felt his heart beating exceptionally fast and countless blood rushed to his head, making him unable to think rationally.