Chen Yunsong's main role today is verification; he'll keep the physical evidence, check the handwriting, and check the dates.
Then it was sent to the emperor's desk.
"It is true, Your Majesty."
The old man remained expressionless and said nothing.
The contents of the letter were quite provocative. The handwriting was that of the Emperor, and the year was more than ten years ago, but the Emperor definitely couldn't admit it.
But he dared not tear it anymore. Now, if the paper on the dragon table was even slightly damaged by a slip of the hand, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in the hand of the Prince of Zhenbei would also slip and fall on his head.
Yuwen Xuan was furious. Why didn't the Imperial Guards outside his palace gates kill her?
I've finally found the things that went missing from my study years ago.
Right here in front of me.
It must have been stolen by his deceased first wife.
The man calmed himself down, his mind filled with questions about why the evidence he had placed beforehand was not present.
He looked at Grand Tutor Xu and said:
"Grand Tutor Xu, please take it and have a look."
None of the three sheets of paper were the one he had prepared beforehand, which meant that he and the Emperor could not turn the tables on each other today, and moreover...
"Is Grand Tutor Xu looking for him?"
Huo Xiaolong clapped his hands, and the witnesses who had been stolen by Da Nier that night were brought up.
That was the day the grassland king openly became a secret guard.
The person was brought back and immediately taken to a dark room by Cen Ang, where he was thoroughly reprimanded.
The man knelt in the main hall, clinging to Grand Tutor Xu's leg, wailing and shouting:
"Grand Tutor, save me! They are not human! They are not human!"
Huo Xiaolong stared at Lan Tingche, his eyes full of questions.
Did you torment him?
Lan Tingche shook his head. "I didn't. Why don't you ask your mother?"
"I have never met him before! As for what the Marquis of the Southwest was saying, I did not understand it."
"Then please have Grand Tutor Xu explain the evidence. This handwriting looks very similar..." Lan Tingche looked at Yuwen Xuanhong and said with a mocking expression.
"Handwriting is something that anyone with a bit of skill can imitate. It's just a few sheets of paper, what's the big deal?"
"Very well! Since Grand Tutor Xu has spoken, then I shall ask: where did the explosives the former Crown Prince used to threaten the late Emperor come from?"
Grand Tutor Xu couldn't answer because the fireworks made back then were all counted, and even if Yuwen Xuanhong came to power, it couldn't be changed. One lie often needs to be covered up with another pile of lies.
Moreover, the raw materials used back then were transported from the Taoist temple.
"The letter says it came from a Taoist temple, Qingxin Temple, on the outskirts of Beijing."
"Qingxin Temple is now abandoned. Does the Grand Tutor think I can't find the person?"
"But it's such a coincidence that the abbot of Qingxin Temple back then was a disciple who was expelled from the palace by the previous head of the Astrology Hall, who is now the head of the Astrology Hall. Am I right, Grand Tutor Xu?"
Yuwen Xuanhong sat on the dragon throne, his hands and feet ice-cold. The Marquis of the Southwest could find out even this; as long as the head of the Astrology Hall denies it, as long as he denies it, then...
"Announced! Witness: Cen Ang!"
"Shut up! When did it become your place to make decisions in my palace?!"
The Emperor was completely heartbroken. He summoned Cen Ang into the palace. It wasn't that he was afraid Cen Ang had anything in his possession, but rather that he knew that since Lan Tingche could reveal the matter of the head of the Astrology Hall, that person was probably now in Cen Ang's hands.
He didn't know how this person got from the palace into Cen Ang's hands, but he knew that once the head of the Astrology Hall came to identify him, his reign as emperor would be over.
"How can we overturn a case without witnesses present in court? We'll rely on Grand Tutor Xu's mouth; he's got the toughest tongue of all!"
"Your subject seconds this proposal!"
Upon hearing Long'er's words, the officials of the Censorate jumped for joy, saying, "We are dedicated to our work, and we must give the people of Great Yan the truth."
Beside Cen Ang was a burlap sack containing the head of the astrology hall. As for how he got there...
It all started with the little fans in her palace.
Lou Qingming knew that his junior brother was doing very well in the palace. When Lan Tingche investigated the matter at Qingxin Temple back then, the white-bearded old man said that this person was now in the palace. He was soft-hearted and wouldn't last long in Cen Mama's hands.
But the problem is, how do we get the person into Cen Ang's hands?
Forcibly seizing it won't work. The reason why the emperor rarely lets the head of the astrology hall leave the palace is because he's afraid that if he gets caught, he might be scared into letting something slip.
He can't die yet, after all, he has some fortune-telling skills.
Then Cen Ang and Lan Tingche studied it at home. The astrology hall was high up, and the hall master slept on the top floor. Even Master Miao had difficulty climbing up there using his light-footed skills.
So the only option was to start from within the palace, which is quite a coincidence, isn't it?
The palace's little fangirls were worried about where to go, so without Cen Ang saying anything, Cen Ang inquired about the hall master's living habits.
These aunties simply put the people in barrels and transported them out.
He has to come down to eat eventually, he can't just stay up in a high-rise building and not move around, right?
He was drugged and thrown into the swill bucket. The eunuchs who carried the swill were also his own people. That day, there was a commotion at the palace gate. It was the day when Shangmo Palace was selecting young palace maids. So, back and forth, the Imperial Guards didn't have time to check, and the head of the hall was sent out of the palace.
When Cen Ang saw the person in the slop bucket, he was completely stunned.
Back then, those young palace maids and eunuchs couldn't even hold a cup of water properly; the cup would shatter with a crack, and they'd sweep up clouds of dust.
How come now...
They've all become quite formidable.
The woman, her eyes red-rimmed, asked:
"What about the palace? The disappearance of the head of the astrology hall is no small matter."
"Auntie, could you find someone to take your place, like the Empress did?"
Cen Ang opened his eyes wide, and the little eunuch driving the swill cart smiled.
The people in the palace are all shrewd and capable. These seemingly insignificant individuals are sometimes the key to success, but if they want to cover something up, it's not difficult for them.
Whose empress orders nothing but snacks all night long?
The aunts at the Imperial Kitchen weren't fools; they personally served the food to the upper levels.
The group of female fans still vividly remembered the scent emanating from Cen Ang; the fragrance had not yet dissipated on the Empress's phoenix couch.
In order to gain Aunt Cen's trust, the aunt from the Imperial Kitchen told him about this and instructed him on what to say when he met Cen Ang.
“Aunt Cen, my godfather and aunts asked me to pass on a message to you: if you need anything, just say the word, and they will do anything to help you, no matter what it takes.”
For Cen Ang, what he did back then was nothing more than doing his duty in accordance with the law and doing favors as a matter of course.
The young eunuch drove the carriage back to the palace in a swaying, leisurely manner, and the head of the astrology hall took his place in less than an hour.
Hua Luan, holding Cen Ang's still-dazed hand, said softly to her:
"Back then, the Crown Princess said that our Ah Cen is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Look, this is your good fortune."
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