Chapter 353: I know I was wrong, so I beat you lightly
Prince Yong quickly responded and walked inside.
As soon as he stepped into the palace, an inkstone greeted his face.
Fortunately, Zhao Minghong had many years of experience in hiding from his elder brother, so the heavy object just brushed past his forehead.
He thought to himself that it was a close call.
The next moment, a thin blade flew over, and Zhao Minghong had no time to dodge, and it cut the hem of his robe.
Zhao Minghong stood there, watching the golden edges of his robe being cut off, and said with wide eyes: "Royal brother, even if I am wrong, I cannot use hidden weapons..."
"Open your eyes and see what that is!"
Next to Emperor Wu Su were the letters presented by the imperial prison, a porcelain bottle, and several blank interrogation forms.
Zhao Minghong bent down and picked up the "hidden weapon". Of course he recognized it. This was the tool to destroy that thing.
He knew that he had nothing to hide in front of Emperor Wu Su, and he couldn't hide it.
He raised his head and said, "This is a great gift from my humble servant to that old bastard."
The cold light in Emperor Wu Su's eyes was more cutting than a blade. He said, "I thought you would know when to act."
After reading the letter presented by the prison warden, Zhao Mingyan finally knew what Prince Yong had done.
He felt relieved, but he was too impulsive.
Emperor Wu Su said: "Now, Su Fengyue has a high fever and has passed out. It is hard to say whether he can survive tonight. You answer, what should we do with this confession? How to get rid of the accomplices?"
There was also surprise in Zhao Minghong's eyes. He didn't expect that the old man was so weak.
He immediately came up with a plan, and said confidently, "Please give me a list of my accomplices, and I'll ask that old man... ask Su Fengyue to put his fingerprints on it."
It sounds like Prince Yong is still trying to fool people and turning such a good occasion into a mess.
Emperor Wu Su rebuked him, "You have irrefutable evidence in your hands, but you want to force him to confess. Are you afraid that the people will not see your majesty as the Prince of Yong?"
Zhao Minghong lowered his head and said honestly: "I dare not."
Emperor Wu Su slammed the imperial desk and said angrily: "I dare not, everyone says they dare not, but when it comes to doing things, they are bolder than anyone else!"
Zhao Minghong didn't know what the emperor was getting at.
He rolled his eyes in confusion. Could anyone be more daring and excessive than him? Is there such a talent?
He lowered his head and looked around, and suddenly found a person standing against the east wall.
Zhao Minghong moved up along a pair of black boots, and when he looked at Yuan Heng, he hissed.
Why is the little prince here? Could it be that this kid is one of the brave people that the emperor mentioned?
Zhao Minghong was puzzled and curious. The little prince had always been sensible and obedient. What could he do to make the emperor so angry?
The emperor's cold voice came from above, and Prince Yong felt a chill on the back of his neck.
"I have received a report accusing you of being tyrannical and cruel, and not abiding by the law."
Zhao Minghong said unconvincedly: "Su Fengyue is a traitor to the country, no matter how he is dealt with, it is not excessive. Whoever submitted the memorial, my brother should track them down. Who knows, they might be Su Fengyue's accomplices hiding in the dark!"
Tonight, Emperor Wu Su returned to the palace in a bad mood. At this critical moment, several old ministers came to the Qinzheng Hall to meet him.
They knew the details of Su Fengyue's torture from somewhere.
These old bones came to complain angrily, shouting that a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, and some even hugged the Panlong Pillar in the hall, intending to die for their protest.
Emperor Wu Su raised his eyes and said, "Go to the Imperial Prison."
Zhao Minghong cupped his hands and promised, "I will go and interrogate him right away. I will definitely find out what's going on before Su Fengyue dies."
"What I mean is that you stay in prison for two days."
Zhao Minghong raised his head suddenly and said in shock: "Live? Live in the imperial prison?"
He was still thinking about returning to the palace as soon as possible, Wanyin was still waiting for him...
Emperor Wu Su frowned and said, "The inspection will be handled by Duan Mingfeng." Then, he didn't want to look at him anymore and waved his sleeves to let him leave.
Zhao Minghong lowered his head in frustration, turned around and walked away.
"Wait."
Hearing the voice of Emperor Wu Su behind him, Zhao Minghong immediately turned around and asked expectantly, "Does my brother want to take back his order?"
Emperor Wu Su asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Zhao Minghong, with a red slap mark on his face, touched his face in confusion.
This face should still be as handsome as ever. What could go wrong?
Suddenly, Zhao Minghong remembered what he had done before, and immediately acted pitiful and said, "Brother, actually, before I came here, the princess had already taught me a lesson. Brother, look how hard the slap was, it left a mark."
Emperor Wu Su would never believe Prince Yong's explanation. He just looked at the marks on his face, looking thoughtful.
Zhao Minghong raised his right hand and swore, "I promise that I will not make mistakes again. Please don't let me go to prison."
Emperor Wu Su said indifferently: "I think the beating was still too light."
Prince Yong was sent to be a cellmate with Su Fengyue.
The aroma of incense in the hall rises up.
Zhao Mingyan glanced at Yuan Heng who was standing at the wall. After he came back, he had been busy dealing with those old ministers. When he met Prince Yong again, he had no time to talk to him.
"Come here."
After returning to the palace, Yuan Heng restrained his sharpness and behaved as respectful as usual.
I don’t know if it’s because Ji Qingwu is not around and I feel less confident, or if it’s because the atmosphere in the palace makes people unconsciously want to hide their nature, or maybe it’s both.
Yuan Heng knelt on the ground and said, "Father, I know I was wrong."
Zhao Mingyan said indifferently: "My son has done nothing wrong. It is all his fault. My son lost his mother at a young age, and I still hold a grudge against him."
Yuan Heng's little head almost drooped to his chest. He felt that such a hypocritical father was more terrifying than the father who beat him with a stick.
"It is my son who speaks without thinking."
Zhao Mingyan pushed the letter aside and said, "This is what you really think."
Yuan Heng stopped explaining. He knelt quietly with his dark eyes fixed on the cracks between the gold bricks on the ground.
Zhao Mingyan glanced at him and said, "Get up. You'll catch a cold and get sick if you kneel for too long."
Yuan Heng suspected that he had heard it wrong. His father would never care about him so gently.
As expected, Emperor Wu Su continued, "When the time comes, someone will come to trouble me."
Still afraid that Ji Qingwu would find out.
Yuan Heng responded and just stood there with his head down. In the room, he could hear the sound of water dripping from the clock and the sound of pages turning.
It was a long time before Yuan Heng heard the voice.
"You've gained a lot of weight."
Yuan Heng's little shoulders froze, and he raised his head and looked at the person sitting on the dragon throne.
It was late at night, but my father was still tireless and looked energetic. The light shining on his face did not make him look soft, but instead made his facial features look even more sharp.
Yuan Heng lowered his head again: "My son is still growing, and it is normal for him to gain weight."
Zhao Mingyan thought of the little thing's young age, curled his lips, and said, "Go back and rest."
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