Living in the Empire and Becoming a Prince Main Volume Chapter 426 The Return? July 15th, the ninth year of Taiping.

At the second court meeting in July, Zhao Zhi took action again, and the political situation in the court was pushed to the extreme. Yuankai, the household minister, refused to accept the corruption charges and hanged himself. Before his death, he left a suicide note.

The content directly refers to the former right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, the current right minister of the Ministry of War, Zhan Taiyi Huan, as well as the former governor of Daizhou, and the current left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Yuanhui, who made secret arrangements, forged documents, tampered with records, and entered less and came out more for five years.

At that time, 700,000 taels of grain and grass, 2.8 million taels of silver, and 10,000 taels of weapons and horses were dispatched to Hedong. In addition to the 3.5 million taels of Wu Fanbai involved in the case, the silver alone was over 6 million taels.

Yuan Kai's opening caused shock in all directions.

Zhou Yuanhui, the left minister of the household department, heard the news and knew that the matter was irreversible. He was destined to be unavoidable. In such a major case, not only would he die, but the entire family would suffer a catastrophe. In order to save the family, Zhou Yuanhui chose to commit suicide. Before his death, he also left behind

A suicide note was written.

Wang Anmao secretly glanced above. Zhao Zhi was sitting there, quietly looking at the memorial in his hand, while Mu Gong stood quietly aside. Before Wang Anmao handed it over, he had secretly read the contents inside.

It made him stunned and even more frightened.

But... strangely, when Zhao Zhi looked at the memorial, he was unexpectedly calm and did not get angry as he had imagined.

Zhao Zhi closed the memorial and slowly put it down. There was a look of pain on his face, and his headache started to attack again.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Zhi leaned back on the chair and said softly: "Wang Shi'an and Wu Wenkui dare to shout long live to Zhao He. It's ridiculous. Who in this world can really live to live long?"

"How can anyone but Your Majesty call me Long Live the name?"

As he spoke, Duke Mu winked at Wang Anmao, who was not far away. The latter also saw Zhao Zhi's look, nodded quickly, trotted out, and summoned the imperial doctor to come.

"I just turned sixty this year."

"If your Majesty can obey the imperial doctor's instructions, you may be able to live longer than An Zong."

Anzong is the seventh emperor of the Jin Dynasty and the longest-lived emperor at present. He inherited the throne at the age of thirty-seven and reigned for a full fifty years.

Zhao Zhi opened his eyes and sat up straight, but his fists were clenched tightly, with a ferocious look on his face. The severe pain in his brain made him endure it to the extreme.

"It's so tiring to live like this. I often think, forget it, just close my eyes like this, forever. For me, maybe it will be a kind of relief."

There were tears in the eyes of Duke Mu, and he knelt on the ground and cried: "Your Majesty must not say this lightly. Your Majesty is in the world. If something bad happens to you, what should I, the Jin Dynasty, do?"

The ferocious look on Zhao Zhi's face was gone, replaced by a look of dementia. His eyes were staring blankly into the distance, but in his mouth, he was mumbling to himself and talking non-stop.

"I was born into a noble family, but for some reason, I lived among the people since I was a child and suffered a lot..."

"The people in Baiyan Village...are very nice. Everyone is so simple and kind, but they are too poor. It wasn't until I was six years old that I put on a complete set of clothes for the first time, and others still wore leftovers.

Every year when the New Year is approaching, the villagers will go out to beg. I remember one time, Uncle Wang begged for a ball of meatballs, which was as big as a child’s fist. We, the younger children, were so greedy.

"Uncle Wang is so kind, he allowed us to take a bite each. The weather was cold and the meat was cold and hard, but I... held it in my mouth and didn't want to swallow it for a long time. The taste was intoxicating."

Zhao Zhi was slumped on the dragon chair. Duke Mu quickly stepped forward to support him and called to His Majesty softly, but Zhao Zhi didn't respond at all. He was still mumbling, but it was very blurry and he couldn't hear clearly. Suddenly

, Zhao Zhi's voice became louder: "I shouldn't kill them..."

ah!

Suddenly there was an exclamation from behind, and Mu Gong suddenly turned his head to look, and saw a young eunuch, who didn't know when, was standing there.

Duke Mu's eyes were cold, and the eunuch had a look of panic on his face. He quickly lowered his head and said weakly: "Mr. Mu, the imperial doctor is here."

Mu Gong said coldly: "Get out of here."

In the compartment outside the main hall, Wang Anmao and the imperial doctor stood there quietly, waiting for the summons inside.

The imperial doctor was a middle-aged man. He glanced at Wang Anmao secretly and felt a little strange. Wang Anmao was a close minister of the emperor. He could just go in. Why should someone else inform him on his behalf?

Wang Anmao lowered his head slightly and remained motionless. He just stood there quietly. Since the return of Mu Gong, Wang Anmao has returned to his former self. He doesn't look randomly, doesn't talk nonsense, doesn't think randomly, and is cautious and careful.

There is only one owner of the palace, and that is the Emperor. The power of life and death for everyone lies in the hands of the Emperor. In the past, Zhao Zhi gave this right to Duke Mu...

Therefore, the high prestige of Mu Gong is not just a matter of decades of accumulation and sufficient seniority. Wang Anmao knows very well that even if he one day replaces the power and status of Mu Gong, it will be difficult to reach his level.

, this kind of height represents not only status and power, but also a kind of fame and hope. In the past, Yang Daosi, when he saw Mu Gong, he would politely raise his hand and say "Mu Gong", but what about Wang Anmao?

?When Yang Daosi saw him, how could he take another look at him?

Therefore, after Duke Mu came back, although Zhao Zhi did not regain his former rights and was just a eunuch without any official position, how could the entire palace, including Wang Anmao, have any respect for Duke Mu's words and orders?

Violation? Because they know that many times, Mu Gong's words represent Zhao Zhi.

While I was thinking about it, the eunuch who went in to report ran out with a panicked look on his face and stammered: "Wang... Manager Wang, Mu Gong lets you in."

Wang Anmao nodded, without asking any questions, and led the imperial doctor inside.

After walking a few steps, two muscular guards strode out...

"You...what are you doing?"

An exclamation came from the voice of the eunuch who had just gone in to inform him. His voice was full of panic.

"open...."

As a voice sounded, everything returned to calm.

The imperial doctor stopped and turned around to look. Wang Anmao had a tense face, pursed his lips, and did not look back. He just said to the imperial doctor in a deep voice: "Hurry up and go in."

The imperial doctor understood something, and suddenly there was a nervous look on his face. Hearing Wang Anmao's urging, he nodded quickly and walked into the inner hall.

At this time, Zhao Zhi had completely passed out and was sweating profusely.

Mu Gong looked worried. When he saw the imperial doctor coming in, he shouted anxiously: "You bastard, come here quickly."

The imperial doctor twisted the medicine box and trotted onto the imperial stage.

The imperial doctor took out a pill and gave it to Zhao Zhi. Then he had someone carry Zhao Zhi to the back bedroom, where he took off all his clothes and began emergency treatment.
Chapter completed!