Chapter 78 The Wise Emperor, Bewitched into King Zhou of Shang
Sanchuan did not respond.
Sihai was already used to his coldness and sighed, "Actually, I can't blame you. The secret guards can't act unless their lives are in danger. Besides, when you went to report, His Majesty was discussing matters with several generals and never allowed anyone to disturb him."
Emperor Wusu was dealing with military intelligence reports from the northern border, a matter of the highest priority.
San Chuan said in a low voice, "Don't say that again. Just remember, the matter of Miss Ji inside is of paramount importance, and any principle can be broken."
These words terrified everyone.
Emperor Wusu was strict in his military discipline, and not a single word of military discipline could be violated.
Some mischievous soldiers tried to provoke them, but they were all beaten into submission with military batons.
Those who disagreed were long gone.
The current emperor is such a cold and aloof person, but it is precisely this cold and solemn heart that allows him to sit on the throne.
Sihai has never met Ji Qingwu before. Judging from Sanchuan's description, this Miss Ji seems to be a vixen who bewitches people's minds.
He thought to himself, "What kind of demon is this, that could bewitch my wise and mighty emperor like King Zhou of Shang? I'll have to find a chance to take a closer look later."
Ji Qingwu didn't wake up until the afternoon.
Lanzhi was by her bedside early in the morning, watching over her with great concern.
Seeing the green bed curtains move, and the woman stretch out her slender white arm as if she was about to wake up, Lanzhi immediately called to her softly.
"Fifth Miss, Fifth Miss..."
Ji Qingwu was conscious, but her body had not yet woken up. Her eyelids were still closed, and she let out a soft "hmm".
Her voice still carried a deep weariness: "What's wrong?"
Lanzhi had passed the initial rush and could now calmly recount what she had seen and heard that morning that had terrified everyone in the household.
“At dawn, an imperial edict arrived in our manor. The Third Young Master had gotten into trouble and was imprisoned. The Wutong Garden was also under guard. Now, no one can get out or in.”
Ji Qingwu opened her eyes, her eyelids swollen from crying the night before, and she squinted uncomfortably.
Confused, she asked, "Will there be any breakfast? I'm hungry."
Lanzhi looked even more confused than her.
Faced with such shocking news, her young mistress was only thinking about whether she would have breakfast. Even if she didn't care about the Third Young Master, she should at least care about the situation at Wutong Garden.
Ji Qingwu's lips were dry, and her throat tightened as she said, "I want to drink water."
Lanzhi quickly poured a glass of water from the table and handed the celadon teacup to her.
Even the rain after a long drought couldn't be more delightful; Ji Qingwu blushed as he drank the water.
My lips were moistened with water and felt a little swollen. When I swallowed, my tongue moved and a slight pain came over me. Some images uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.
Ji Qingwu changed to sipping his drink in small sips.
She hadn't eaten a single grain of rice last night and had overslept. After two meals without food, her stomach was rumbling with hunger. After drinking a glass of water, she felt even more ravenous.
For her, nothing is more important than filling her stomach right now.
Lanzhi hung up the bed curtains and said worriedly, "What time is it? You're still thinking about eating."
Ji Qingwu threw off the covers and sat up, calmly saying, "We'll just do whatever the imperial edict says."
Last night, Emperor Wusu carried her back. When he placed her on the bed, he told her again not to see anyone who came.
Later, seemingly not believing she could do it, he said he would find a way.
Unexpectedly, the solution was to fence off Wutongyuan.
When Ji Qingwu learned that Ji Changyan had been imprisoned, she understood why the emperor had told her not to see anyone.
Yesterday afternoon, she suddenly disappeared. Ji Changyan probably had another story to tell his family. But after a night, she returned home safely, while Ji Changyan went to jail.
Madam Ji and Madam Wu are sure they will come to "ask" her.
Ji Qingwu placed the celadon cup on the shelf by the bedside, his expression serene and tranquil.
Seeing her young mistress so calm, Lanzhi felt as if she had found a pillar of support and became less anxious.
She said, "It's strange, but our courtyard has no shortage of food, and it's still being delivered as usual." It's just that the food boxes need to be checked by the two burly men with dark faces at the gate before they can be delivered.
As long as there were no problems with the food, Ji Qingwu got up and went to the washroom, asking, "What's for breakfast?"
"It's already noon. Breakfast is still being heated on the stove in the small kitchen. If you'd like some, I'll bring you some porridge. Have a bite first, and lunch will be ready soon."
Ji Qingwu nodded. Now, even plain porridge, she could drink two bowls.
After she finished washing up and changed into a light blue gauze dress with a floral pattern, Lanzhi pulled back the window curtains. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the sun was at its highest point in the sky.
Ji Qingwu, sitting on the couch in the side room, could see two straight figures standing at the doorway when he looked out.
Even from behind, he exudes the aura of a martial arts master.
Ji Qingwu felt more at ease. He filled his stomach with a winter bamboo shoot and three-delicacy porridge and a few crystal shrimp dumplings.
The entrance to Wutongyuan was quiet all day.
Upon learning that Ji Changyan had been arrested, Madam Ji immediately took her two daughters-in-law to the palace to request an audience with the Empress Dowager.
The atmosphere inside the Cining Palace was oppressive.
The two head maids, Shixi and Fanghua, were driven out of the hall and waited at the door.
The Empress Dowager looked extremely unwell, staring silently at the black velvet carpet embroidered with blessings of longevity, health, and peace.
Empress Wu, whose only son was Ji Changyan, said in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty, Changyan is your nephew. You must think of a way to help him."
The Empress Dowager's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, clearly troubled by the matter.
“I know, but he has committed a grave error. Censors can monitor all officials. Although Yan Zongrang has been demoted, he still holds a special position. To assassinate a censor of the court is simply lawless and has crossed the line for those old guys in the Censorate.”
After careful consideration, Madam Ji said, "The presiding judge in this case is Lord Li, who is the consort of Princess Qingyun. He should also do his part for the Ji family."
The Empress Dowager slowly shook her head: "Even if Li Chengxun agrees, it's no use. According to the report from the people I sent, the case has been transferred from the Censorate to the Imperial City Guard for trial."
"The Imperial City Guard?!"
Wu's body went limp, and she almost slipped off the rosewood chair.
The Imperial City Guard was directly under the emperor's jurisdiction, and all the people in the guard were his personal guards.
Madam Wu's face turned deathly pale, and she said in great fear, "The Imperial City Guard interrogates prisoners, and even if they don't die, they'll be crippled. Our Changyan has always been pampered, how can he endure that?"
Especially Duan Mingfeng, the deputy envoy of the Imperial City Guard, who was like a demon.
She knelt in the hall, pleading, "Empress Dowager, Mother, you must save Changyan! You've watched him grow up..."
Seeing the critical situation, Madam Ji took a deep breath and asked about her existing guesses.
"Your Highness, Changyan was taken away from the Jade Green Pavilion last night. Does His Highness Prince Yong know the details of this matter?"
The old lady knew her good-for-nothing grandson well. Although Ji Changyan acted recklessly and absurdly, he didn't have the guts to kill the censor. He might have some connection with Prince Yong, with whom he hung out.
The Empress Dowager's expression turned displeased.
Having failed to persuade him to stay, they now want to drag Prince Yong down with them?
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