Chapter 73: Letter of Treason from the Prime Minister's Mansion



After Emperor Gan figured it out, his attitude became more amiable. He said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, sister. I will definitely give you an explanation on this matter. If we need to search everything, we must search it, not just the Marquis' Mansion."

"If this were to be known to others, they would think that I was targeting the Marquis' Mansion, which would be an injustice to me."

The old lady agreed, "Yes, Your Majesty is wise. He will naturally give an explanation to the ancestors of the Marquisate and let them rest in peace in the underworld instead of being humiliated like this."

"However, it would be better if more adults were present to conduct the search so that they could supervise each other and prevent cheating. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"…My Imperial Sister, your words make sense. I will issue an order immediately!"

"Come here, have the Grand Tutor, the Prime Minister, and the historian all go together and record whatever they discover and present it to me."

"Have them search the entire capital and make sure to capture any hidden Xiongnu. We must not be careless."

The guard took it with both hands and whispered, "It's Your Majesty!"

After Emperor Gan and the others left, he said softly, "My sister is old now. It would be better to let others handle these small matters in the future. It would be bad if she got hurt from the bumpy ride."

The old lady curled her lips, her eyes calm and without any ripples.

He sighed, "I would like to do that, but my son and grandson are both in jail. Who can I ask? What if my little grandson is so ignorant as to offend His Majesty by entering the palace? I have no choice but to go there myself."

“…”

Emperor Gan's face froze and he felt a little embarrassed. He was bringing up something that was irrelevant to the topic. How could he have forgotten about this?

He consoled her, "Don't worry, sister. I believe there won't be any disputes between the general and the Xiongnu. Once the Dali Temple has investigated thoroughly, we can release him immediately."

The old lady nodded without saying anything.

The atmosphere became stagnant, and Emperor Gan felt a little restrained. He looked at Jinzhong beside him and gave him a look, then pretended to sit down.

Jinzhong received the signal and said hastily, "Your Majesty, you haven't been feeling well lately. The imperial physician said you can't stay up late. Why don't you move to a soft couch and wait slowly?"

"...That's unnecessary. My sister is waiting for me. How can I sleep?"

The old lady turned her head and said calmly, "Your Majesty has to attend the morning court tomorrow. Why don't you go and rest first? I am old and can't sleep, so I will wait here."

When Emperor Gan heard this, he couldn't really go down to rest.

After a few polite words, he said, "Since my sister wants to wait, then I will naturally accompany her. If I really find anything during the search, I will report it to the court."

"Your Majesty is right. Let's wait and see."

This wait lasted until midnight.

The old lady was reading a book leisurely, not feeling sleepy at all.

Emperor Gan was in a depressed state. He hadn't taken any longevity elixir to begin with, and without adequate rest he looked even older.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the palace, and the eunuch's shrill voice was heard. The guard strode in, knelt, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the search is over. This is what your lords asked to bring back."

"Well, present it."

Emperor Gan's voice was hoarse and his eyes were a little vague. He was really very sleepy, but when he thought about what he could find from the Jiang family, he could directly convict them.

He felt a little better, sat up straight and took a closer look, his expression becoming increasingly grim as he looked at the person kneeling on the ground.

He said sternly: "Where are they? Come directly to the palace to see me!"

I don't know what he was thinking about, he gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Especially the Prime Minister, tell him to get out here right now. He has the audacity to actually collude with the Huns."

Emperor Gan slammed his hand on the table, his blood boiling with anger. He couldn't help coughing and couldn't stop at all.

Jinzhong hurried forward, patted him on the back, and comforted him, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

"Ahem, trash, all of you are trash."

"Go, hurry up and get me some medicine. Otherwise, when they get here, I'll be so angry I'll die!"

"Yes, yes, I will go right away."

The old lady walked forward slowly, her eyes full of worry: "Your Majesty, please drink some tea and take your time. If a minister is disobedient, you can replace him. There is no need to get angry and hurt yourself."

"Alas, now in this world, your Majesty and I are the only siblings related by blood. Please take care of yourself."

Emperor Gan raised his head and met her worried eyes. He was slightly touched and turned away, saying in a low voice: "It's okay, I was just angry for a moment. I didn't expect the Xiongnu to be so cunning."

"They dared to come to the capital even after signing the truce. This is a provocation to me. They must be apprehended."

The old lady sighed and feigned worry, "Your Majesty, this is not what I am most worried about. The Huns have always been cunning and never value alliances. It is hard to say whether they will tear up the truce."

"Now that they have come to the capital again, the first target is the Jiang family. This move is obviously for revenge, after all, on the battlefield in Southern Xinjiang."

"The Xiongnu have suffered a lot at the hands of the Jiang family. How can we let them go so easily? I hope Your Majesty will be wise and not fall prey to the Xiongnu's schemes."

Emperor Gan frowned and thought, this possibility is indeed very high. It is easy to kill the Jiang family. There are many ways to make them die in prison.

But once he died, the Huns would no longer be wary of him. Would they tear up the truce letter directly? If it were any other country, he was confident that they would not do so, but if it were the Huns, it was really possible.

If this is true, can the Huo family hold on to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang? He knows very well in his heart... No, at least not for the time being!

The old lady stared at him and naturally did not miss the expression on his face.

I calmed down and thought that as long as this person had some reservations, my son and grandson wouldn't be in such a miserable state. All I had to do now was wait until they came out.

There are still three months left to voluntarily surrender military power and evacuate the capital. There is still time, and we must have time.

Emperor Gan made up his mind, took a sip of tea and waited.

Soon several ministers arrived. The prime minister's clothes were a little disheveled, and he had completely lost his usual composure. He knelt on the ground and cried.

"Your Majesty, I am innocent. I beg Your Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"I have been in the capital the entire time. How could I have come into contact with the Xiongnu? Not to mention colluding with them? It would have been absolutely no good to me. Such a heinous crime of treason must have been framed by someone."

Wen Ce cried so miserably that it was heartbreaking to hear.

The old lady watched quietly, waiting to see how the other person would deal with the matter. If it was too unfair, she would definitely not agree.

"...Okay, you're crying like this at your age."

"I will investigate this matter thoroughly, but before I do, Prime Minister, please go to the Dali Temple first. Otherwise, how can you convince the public?"

When Prime Minister Wen Ce heard this, his legs went weak and his face turned pale. That was the Dali Temple, and no one who went in upright would come out upright.

He is not like those military generals and cannot withstand torture.

He trembled and said, "Your Majesty, I am weak and cannot withstand the torture. Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I am truly wronged."

Taifu, the historian glanced sideways, his eyes full of contempt, he is indeed a treacherous minister, and he actually has such an embarrassing day, it’s really satisfying!

But he is so spineless, I don’t know why His Majesty likes him so much, just because he can... flatter?

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