Royal Palace.

Royal study room.

Qi Xingyun leaned on the comfortable fur chair and held a memorial in one hand.

In front of me, Eunuch Wang Yun stood with his hands lowered.

On the other side, the Minister of Dali Temple stood there without daring to show his anger.

"The investigation results came out so quickly?" Qi Xingyun said slowly.

"Your Majesty, it has been confirmed that Ning Yi's death is related to a guard of Duke Xin."

The minister of Dali Temple hurriedly bowed and reported.

"Ning Yi, the son of Duke Xin, fights in peacetime, bullies men and women, and sets up private checkpoints to collect money on the canal... He is arrogant and domineering, thinking he can do something, and has a lot of bad records..."

"The guard had a wife who was robbed into the house by Ning Yi a year ago. She couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide by hanging herself from the beam."

"The guard had been holding back for more than a year. He finally became the guard of Duke Xinguo's Mansion half a month ago. Shortly after Mrs. Luo left, he came to Ning Yi's side. He first knocked him out with his skills, and then secretly worked from the outside in.

Shocking Ning Yi's heart..."

Qi Xingyun said: "Shocking the heart, which guard has such ability?"

Eunuch Wang Yun nodded and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the guard practices the inner martial art of Heart Destroying Palm, which can penetrate the skin and shock the internal organs. It is very easy when Ning Yi is unprepared."

Qi Xingyun looked at the report in his hand and frowned: "Setting up checkpoints privately, appropriating fertile farmland, forcing good girls to be prostitutes, robbing women... One after another, it is simply lawless. What do you Dali Temple do? Why don't you know this?

Pay it forward."

The Minister of Dali Temple secretly complained in his heart, how could he dare to say bluntly that Ning Yi was the legitimate son of Duke Xin and would inherit the position of Duke Xin in the future. How could he, a small Minister of Dali Temple, dare to control such a person?

Woolen cloth.

But he had no choice but to accept the emperor's accusations.

He hurriedly knelt down and said, "A minor minister is punished by death."

"Death penalty, capital crime, huh, tell me why? There is no need to shy away from speaking out." A trace of anger appeared on Qi Xingyun's face.

"Your Majesty, the son of Duke Xin is extremely powerful, and Bai Xin is as afraid of him as a tiger. How dare he complain? He just swallows his anger and dare not say anything... The government is for the people, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Qi Xingyun sneered but said no more about the matter.

How could he not know the shortcomings of the officialdom in this world? If it were a prosperous age, he would be able to correct it gradually. But now the world is in chaos. If he goes to war against the officials, the country will be unstable.

"So, this guard blamed Madam Luo for Ning Yi's sudden death? It has nothing to do with Madam Luo?" Qi Xingyun said.

"Your Majesty, that's exactly what it is."

"In this case, you will put the guard in prison and keep him under guard so that he does not commit suicide or be harmed by others. If there is any mistake, I will punish you."

"The humble minister will definitely work hard and live up to the king's expectations."

The minister of Dali Temple kowtowed and left.

"Wang Yun, please give me a verbal instruction and ask Mrs. Luo to come to the study." Qi Xingyun said.

"Also, send someone to watch Duke Xin, give him some water to drink, and sit on a chair. It won't be embarrassing for him to still make noise outside the palace at his age."

"According to the order." Wang Yun saluted.

…

Outside the palace, a mahogany coffin was placed in the open space.

Duke Xin, who was wearing a python robe, had a white beard stained with tears. He sat on the ground and patted the ground while crying.

The old guy is really sad. He had a son when he was old. He only had such a son when he was nearly forty-five years old. Now he is already over sixty and has lived in his sixties.

This is a gift from a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

"My man, you died miserably. Your Majesty has to make the decision for me."

"Mr. Ning, it has been found out that your son was killed by the guards."

Next to him, Li Fei, the Minister of Punishment, advised: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate to offend His Majesty."

"Any kind of guard is fake. How could the son of Duke Xin be killed by a little guard?"

Duke Xinguo opened his eyes wide and rebuked angrily: "It must have been that temptress, Mrs. Zhongyongbo, who sent people to do it. I had long heard that the temptress was a jealous shrew. I didn't expect that she was so vicious. It's simply ridiculous!

"

"The witch's crimes are too numerous to describe. The sky has no eyes, and she killed my son."

"Get away, I don't want a chair, I don't need a drink of water!"

"Get out of my way, I can hold on!"

"Hey, the dignified Lord Xinguo is like a gangster in the market. He has a good way of scolding people. Continue to scold, and the little girl is here to listen."

Yang Ruoqing came from a distance holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a smile on her pretty face.

As soon as she received the oral order, she immediately rushed to the imperial city with Wan Qingchun.

"Prince, please bring over the chair that the old guy doesn't want. The slave family is listening at this moment."

Yang Ruoqing sat on the chair, took out a bag of melon seeds, and started cracking them.

Wan Qingchun even handed him a glass of juice in real time.

Take a sip of juice and eat a few melon seeds to feel comfortable.

"You, you...you vicious woman!" Duke Xin Guo covered his heart and hesitated.

He was scolding vigorously just now, but at this moment, he suddenly became speechless. This was really annoying.

"If you are sick, you must treat it!"

"Old man, you have a heart problem. If you continue to moan like a scumbag, you will immediately go to hell to be the companion of your damn son." Yang Ruoqing said slowly and calmly.

"I...I...I'll beat you to death, you witch!"

Duke Xin Guo raised the crutch in his hand and rushed towards Yang Ruoqing.

But Li Fei, the Minister of Justice next to him, quickly grabbed Duke Xin's arm.

"Mr. Ning, you can't beat her. Mrs. Luo is famous for her superb martial arts skills."

He could not be beaten again and again, and could not be scolded again and again. Duke Xin felt that his heart was really out of breath.

"Witch, I swear today that I will not be in conflict with you, and I will make you pay the price one day."

"I'm sorry, when is the day? In terms of age, you are a lot of old guys, and the little girl is in her prime, young and beautiful, how can you outlast me?"

"My little lady promises that you will die first. When the time comes, my little lady will send someone to burn some paper money for you."

Yang Ruoqing spat out a few melon seeds again. These were salt-and-pepper sunflower seeds produced in her store. They were delicious.

"I will fight with you."

Duke Xin, whose vision turned black, instantly lost his mind and jumped up. Before he could get close to Yang Ruoqing, he fell to the ground.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Hurry, save people quickly."

"Water, bring water."

"Pinch people in the middle, pinch people in the middle."

There was a panic, and more and more officials were watching around. It was almost time for the court meeting, and many old officials who had been resting at home ran out to watch the fun.

It is not easy to see the excitement among the ministers who are not dealing with Duke Xin.

"Send Duke Xin back quickly, what a shame."

Mr. Zhang, the chief minister of the cabinet, frowned. This farce was detrimental to the dignity of the imperial court. How unbecoming it would be if the general was announced.

Several guards quickly lifted up Duke Xin, and another group of people sent away the coffin placed in the open space.
Chapter completed!