As soon as Ning Shaoqing left, Ye Qingwan quickly got up and complained.

[How did the private gun room explode so quickly? According to the original plot, it should have been after Xia Xuejian was imprisoned, and it was close to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order to make more money, the Minister of Revenue asked people to work overtime, which led to the explosion. ]

[Now this is about to explode, someone must have tampered with it. 】

[The Ninth Prince had just returned to the capital when his private brothel was blown up. What kind of hatred or grudge is this? ]

[If no one takes the blame this time, the Ninth Prince will be dead. ]

[Yunyun is so miserable. This is not a romance novel at all. It is clearly a sadomasochistic story. The male protagonist is tortured to such an extent.]

[It's a pity for so many people on South Street. I don't know how many people will die in this scheming fight.]

After Ye Qingwan finished complaining and sighed, she heard her father in the yard directing the soldiers and servants in the mansion to put out the fire and save people.

"Save people first, then put out the fire. If you encounter someone taking advantage of the fire to rob people's property, kill them on the spot."

The soldiers took the order and rushed to the explosion site quickly, each carrying a bucket of water.

Soldiers and officers were coming in and out of the explosion site to put out the fire, and many people from the surrounding area also joined in. Almost half of the capital was mobilized. Even so, the fire burned for a whole night before it was barely put out.

King Xiang was the first to rush over. As soon as South Street caught fire, he ordered his men to cut off the connection between South Street and other streets to prevent the fire from spreading to the next street.

His ten thousand elite soldiers played a huge role at this time and were very brave in rescuing people and putting out the fire.

Section 93

After the fire was extinguished, King Xiang sent a lot of military supplies and tents from the army to the people affected by the disaster.

There were many people in the market who wanted to take advantage of the situation to rob, but they were all suppressed by King Xiang, so that no further unrest was caused.

The private room exploded, and it was barely under control. The emperor also did not sleep all night, and his eyes were red from staying up all night.

The Ninth Prince slapped the Minister of Revenue to the ground and said, "How dare you set up a private gun room? A Minister of Revenue is so greedy."

The Minister of Finance was also very aggrieved: "Your Highness, I did this to get more money for Your Highness to use."

"Since it is for this king, why don't you tell this to the king?"

The Minister of Revenue stopped talking immediately. It was indeed for his own selfish interests, but he still felt very aggrieved: "I have run this private brothel for many years and there has never been any mistakes. Who would have thought that it would suddenly explode when it is not even in the production season? Your Majesty, there must be someone..."

"You're still quibbling." The Ninth Prince pointed at his nose angrily, "Even if someone tampered with it, so what? You were the one who set up the private gun room, and you were the one who blew up Tiantian South Street. Do you think you can get away with it?"

The Minister of Revenue began to get scared, and quickly crawled over to hug the Ninth Prince's legs, begging him: "Prince, save me, I didn't expect it to be so serious, Prince, save me..."

"Help?" The Ninth Prince suddenly laughed: "Do you think I can escape?"

The Minister of Revenue was stunned, and his heart instantly sank. Only then did he slowly realize how serious the problem was.

Setting up a private gun room and blowing up the entire South Street was such a terrible thing. If the emperor did not severely punish the culprit, it would surely arouse public indignation and cause unrest in the capital.

"Go back and write your letter of apology, and beg the emperor to spare your family." After saying this, the Ninth Prince turned and left.

The Minister of Revenue knew that he was going to die, and he collapsed to the ground. He didn't know whether to blame the heaven for making fun of him, or to blame himself for being greedy for money.

The Ninth Prince entered the palace early in the morning, and without waiting for the emperor to summon him, he knelt at the gate of the emperor's palace to plead guilty.

"Oh, Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Seeing this, the eunuch in front of the emperor hurried over and tried to help him up.

But the Ninth Prince did not move, but shouted loudly: "I am guilty, but I beg for death."

The emperor heard everything clearly inside, but he didn't let him in or out. Instead, he discussed countermeasures with Liu Sheng and others who were already inside.

"Master Liu, what's the situation on South Street?"

Liu Sheng immediately reported: "Your Majesty, I counted this morning and found that more than 700 houses were burned down on South Street, and the loss of property is incalculable, but fortunately there were no casualties."

"Huh?" The emperor was puzzled. With such a big fire, and the explosion happened in the middle of the night, how could there be no casualties?

Liu Sheng saw the emperor's doubts and immediately said, "Your Majesty, yesterday was the annual custom of the people of South Street to worship at the ancestral temple. So they all went to the ancestral temple outside the city to worship, and there was no one on South Street."

The emperor had some doubts. Although it was a custom to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple, children and women would normally stay at home. Why was there no one there?

But there were no casualties, which was indeed a blessing, perhaps it was God's blessing: "Okay."

"Your Majesty, I think that although there were no casualties among the civilians on South Street, the fire burned down many houses and the people lost their homes. The court should properly resettle them to avoid causing riots," King Xiang suggested.

The emperor glanced at him and a hint of relief appeared on his face. He thought that he would attack Xiaojiu first at this time.

"What the King of Xiang said is very much to my liking. I will leave this matter to the King of Xiang. You can withdraw all the money and materials you need from the Ministry of Revenue without asking for permission." The emperor said, and added: "It is imperative to properly resettle the people affected by the disaster.

"Your Majesty, your son has received your order." After receiving the order, the King of Xiang asked, "Father, the Minister of Revenue has been arrested by the Ministry of Justice for his involvement in the case. Which minister should I discuss the relief funds with?"

The emperor didn't think much about it and waved his hand: "Find someone capable to temporarily take over the position of Minister of Revenue. After this matter is over, we will decide on the candidate."

"Your son obeys your order." King Xiang smiled slightly and said no more.

All the ministers saw it and knew that the Minister of Revenue would probably fall into the hands of Prince Xiang, so the talk of deciding on a candidate was just a casual remark.

The explosion of the private brothel made everyone in the court feel insecure, especially the Ninth Prince, who was convicted of all crimes. However, the Prince of Xiang was able to show off in front of His Majesty, making him the only beneficiary.

His Royal Highness Prince Xiang is really a tough guy.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and soon the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain began to fall.

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince is still kneeling outside the palace." Liu Sheng reminded the emperor.

Without waiting for the emperor to speak, Prince Xiang immediately followed Liu Sheng's words and pleaded with the Ninth Prince: "Yes, father, although my ninth brother was wrong in this matter, he was also a victim deceived by the Minister of Revenue. I believe he also realized his mistake. Father, please don't blame him too much."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this. As soon as he said this, the emperor's anger, which had just subsided, immediately flared up, and he cursed directly: "Victim? He protected the Minister of Revenue who secretly set up a private gun room for personal gain and blew up the entire South Street. He became the victim? Then should I confer a title on him?"

"Let him kneel down and let the heavy rain wash his soul thoroughly."

The ministers gasped and no one dared to plead for mercy.