Finally, he spotted a heavily guarded house. In front of the door stood two sword-wielding guards wearing golden armor, looking very majestic.
Ye Feiyun recognized at a glance that these two guards were definitely not officers from the Ministry of Justice, but sword-carrying guards from the palace.
After all, as Ye Feiyun's best friend, Wang Hu often took him into the palace.
As for the Imperial Guards, Ye Feiyun was extremely familiar with them.
Why are the palace guards appearing in front of the Ministry of Justice right now?
There must be something fishy going on here.
Ye Feiyun walked in quickly without thinking. But before he could get close, two guards suddenly drew their swords, and with a "swish", the cold light came out of the sheath and blocked Ye Feiyun.
Ye Feiyun stared in amazement, and luckily took a step back. He felt a chill on his neck and shrank it.
"Two big brothers, I'm Ye Feiyun, I want to go in and take a look."
The two guards looked at Ye Feiyun, and although they were a little scared, they remembered the order from their superiors and could not help but whispered, "I'm sorry, the palace guards are investigating a case, and there are orders from above that no one is allowed to approach, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
Ye Feiyun raised an eyebrow, reached out his hand, and subconsciously reached into his sleeve pocket. "How about some compromise? Some compromise?"
With a flip of his hand, Ye Feiyun took out two ingots of silver, held them in his palm, and smiled.
But the two guards glanced at him first, and a hint of heat flashed in their eyes, but then it disappeared in an instant, and their faces returned to their previous coldness.
"I'm sorry, Master Ye, this matter is under thorough investigation by the higher-ups, and no one is allowed to approach." The two guards repeated.
Why are you so stubborn!
No matter how much money Ye Feiyun tried to stuff into the two guards' pockets, they refused to take it.
It seems there is no other way.
Ye Feiyun had no choice but to leave, shook his sleeves and left quickly.
As soon as Ye Feiyun arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Justice, he saw that the coachman had parked the carriage and was waiting there with a smug look on his face.
Ye Feiyun immediately raised his eyebrows and cursed: "What I said to you just now, do you have donkey hair stuck in your ears? I told you to stop by, didn't you hear clearly?"
The groom looked aggrieved. He had wanted to behave well when Ye Feiyun came out, but he was scolded in just a few words. He felt so aggrieved.
"Master, I just want to be closer to you."
"Bullshit! Hurry up and stop dawdling."
Ye Feiyun was filled with rage. After cursing at the coachman, he got into the carriage.
The groom felt very aggrieved and scratched his head, unable to figure out what he had done wrong.
Before he could come to his senses, a loud shout came from the carriage: "Let's go to the soup kitchen outside the city."
The groom quickly responded, "Hey."
Not daring to delay, he waved the whip in his hand, and with a "click", the chestnut horse dragged the luxuriously decorated carriage forward slowly again.
After the carriage slowly moved away on the bluestone-paved road and disappeared into the distance, the two guards were completely stunned.
"Hey, have you ever heard Ye Feiyun be so polite before?"
"I don't know." The man adjusted the armor on his head.
"I haven't heard of it. I heard that the last officer who stopped Ye Feiyun was beaten so badly that he couldn't take care of himself. Now his grave is two meters high. It's strange."
The two of them whispered to each other, their words full of curiosity.
In the wobbly carriage, Ye Feiyun sat on the soft golden-threaded bed, covering his head and rubbing his forehead.
He kept thinking that he had just gone to the Ministry of Justice and someone was investigating the Ministry of Revenue for embezzling military pay. As for who the other party was, he had no idea.
At this time, palace guards appeared in the Ministry of Justice. Could it be that the person being investigated was Mu Tianhao?
Ye Feiyun's heart tightened.
According to the original record, it was when Ye Dashan and Long Aotian were fighting to the death that Long Aotian took advantage of the Ministry of Revenue corruption case to completely bring down Ye Dashan.
But now Long Aotian is not only thrown into the Sky Prison, but also a well-known wanted criminal in the capital. It is not his turn to make the decision.
Could it be that there are other reasons that caused the plot to change?
Ye Feiyun was in a state of confusion and couldn't think clearly for a while.
After a long moment, Ye Feiyun suddenly opened his eyes wide and calmed his mind.
No matter what, the most important thing right now is to save your life.
Now that he has become the prince consort, he certainly cannot escape. In this huge capital city, there may be spies watching him everywhere. Even if he wants to go far away, he probably can't fly away.
The best way right now is to solve the problem of the Ministry of Household Affairs' huge corruption case, and then stay as far away from that damn Long Aotian as possible.
Ye Feiyun calmed down his mind. He had already thought of a way to save Ye Dashan from embezzling 1 billion taels of silver. At present, there was only one way, which was to give away all his family wealth and show his loyalty to Mu Tianhao.
After all, even if Mu Tianhao holds him accountable, Ye Dashan, as the head of the Ministry of Revenue and in charge of the world's money, must have an explanation, right?
At least it would be easy to explain when the time comes, saying that all the money was prepared for the national treasury and was always ready to generously help the people and use it to rescue the country. In this way, at least he would not end up with a death penalty.
After Ye Feiyun figured it out, he slapped his thigh and urged, "Hurry up, haven't we arrived yet?" The coachman's weak voice came from outside the carriage curtain, "Master, we still have an incense stick of time."
"hurry up."
Outside the carriage, the coachman was sitting on the couch, swaying back and forth with his head hung.
He had been thinking about it all the time but couldn't figure out what was going on.
Is this still my young master? I didn't even say a few words, but I was scolded. I tried to behave myself, but the other party didn't appreciate it.
Now he is heading towards the soup kitchen. Is this the place our young master should go?
Shouldn't this be the time for our young master to go to brothels to listen to music?
This isn't right. What kind of show is this?
But the coachman didn't dare to ask. When he thought of Ye Feiyun's ferocious face just now, he felt very panicked.
If I say more, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?
Feeling aggrieved, he could only vent his anger on the whip in front of him. He swung it hard, and with a "snap", the horse let out a long neigh. He then increased his speed a little and rushed out of the city.
This place is located to the west of the capital, dozens of miles away from the prosperous area of the capital. There are dilapidated thatched houses everywhere, and the ground is a bumpy dirt road.
Looking around, you can see ragged refugees wandering around. Many of them are holding worn-out wooden sticks in their hands. They are covered in dust and have thin faces. What's more, there are corpses of refugees who died of starvation on the roadside, which is a shocking sight.
In front of a shop in the distance, a long queue formed, and refugees were queuing up in an orderly manner to receive relief food.
The person who was distributing relief food at this time was Mu Fenfang, who had met Ye Feiyun before at the Eighth Prince's mansion.
Today she was wearing a pink glass dress, a jade hairpin with golden flowers on her head, and her shiny black hair was tied up behind her head, looking like a lady from a noble family.
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