Chapter 210: Bringing Elder Brother Home

From the moment Ming Luo heard that the Holy Emperor had come in person, the very thing she had feared still came to pass.

Earlier, she had hinted that Chang Shi could deal a fatal blow to Chang Suining. She had been so certain it would never be exposed, believing that whether Chang Shi succeeded or failed, she would never again have the chance to face the Holy Emperor before her death.

But who could have imagined that Chang Suining had laid such a scheme today, even alarming the Holy Emperor himself to appear!

Before Chang Shi could speak clearly, Ming Luo, appearing calm, furrowed her brows and cut her off:

“Now that things have come to this, Mother, do you still want to find endless excuses to absolve yourself?”

Chang Shi froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

So… the “inauspicious star” claim was false? Ming Luo truly wanted her to kill Chang Suining?

—Ming Luo wanted Chang Suining dead?!

Realizing she had been used as a blade in someone else’s hand, Chang Shi’s heart surged with hatred, yet in the next instant she suddenly laughed.

Would she expose it here in public?

No…

The one she hated most was still Chang Suining, the one who had driven her into such misery. To leave behind another person who also wanted Suining dead—wasn’t that a good thing?

Weeping and laughing, with eyes full of hatred, she turned to glare at Chang Suining:

“Ever since she injured Ah Shen, one disaster after another has followed! My son and I have never known peace! If she isn’t an inauspicious star, then what is she?”

“Now, unrest is everywhere, the war in Yangzhou grows urgent… and all of it is because of this inauspicious star!”

“Holy Emperor, if you do not rid the realm of her, the Da Sheng Dynasty will never be at peace!”

To all who listened, it was utterly absurd.

What did the war in Yangzhou have to do with the Chang family’s daughter?

This Madam of Marquis Yingguo’s household must have gone mad!

So in the end, this talk of a “disaster star” was nothing more than her own delusion and slander!

The Holy Emperor’s voice sank:

“Take them away!”

“Holy Emperor, this matter was mine alone… I beg you, show mercy to the Chang household!”

The mother and son were dragged down, their voices fading behind the crowd. Yet Ming Luo’s taut nerves did not ease in the slightest.

She seemed to feel that, for a moment, the Emperor’s gaze had landed on her.

That one sentence she had spoken to stop Chang Shi—though it prevented an open accusation, it also betrayed her guilty conscience. Even earlier, when Madam Chang had turned toward her, the Emperor must have already suspected…

But she had no better choice.

Just as Chang Shi and her son were taken away, Ah Dian came hurrying over, dragging any soldier whom he had pinned down:

“Your Majesty, here’s another one!”

Chang Suining did not stop him.

Ah Dian flung the soldier to the ground, along with his crossbow, angrily accusing:

“He was hiding in the shadows, trying to secretly shoot Little Suining! Luckily I stopped him, otherwise Little Suining would have been a big pincushion by now!”

Then he pointed at Ming Luo:

“It must have been her idea! Her attendant ordered this bad man to act as an assassin—I saw it clearly from the tree!”

The Holy Emperor’s gaze turned toward Ming Luo.

“It was not so!” Ming Luo immediately defended herself:

“General Ah Dian has misunderstood. At that urgent moment, I only feared Lady Chang might be harmed by Ming Jin, so I ordered someone to secretly prevent him from causing harm. It was never meant as a plot against Lady Chang.”

The soldier quickly added:

“Yes! Lady Ming only told me to stop Young Master Ming, nothing else!”

That explanation was plausible.

Before so many eyes, it was unreasonable to attack Chang Suining, the supposed victim. Yet whether the command had been to stop Ming Jin from harming others, or to silence him from speaking—everyone could form their own judgment.

The Holy Emperor ordered the soldier to be taken away as well.

Ming Luo’s temples were damp, she could not tell if from the drizzle or from sweat.

In her aunt’s eyes, she must now be full of faults… but at that moment, what else could she have done?

If she had done nothing and let Ming Jin keep talking, she would still have drawn her aunt’s wrath. In the end, because the outcome was bad, no matter what she did, it was wrong…

But the Emperor had no time to waste on such a person as her, nor did he give her another glance.

In the misting rain, an attendant held a jeweled parasol above the Emperor, its rim concealing her expression.

“I will see this case investigated to the end, to give both the Chang family and the Changsun family the justice they deserve. Wei Shuyi—”

Wei Shuyi stepped forward with a bow:

“Your servant is here.”

“From here on, you will go on my behalf to the Ministry of Justice, oversee this case in its entirety, and supervise the Three Judicial Offices. There must not be the slightest negligence.”

“Your servant obeys.”

“The young master of the Chang family has suffered wrongful imprisonment. I feel deeply guilty.” The Emperor spoke in a tone of self-reproach:

“Though this case is not yet fully concluded, he must be released at once to return home and recover.”

“Furthermore, the matter of his forced confession must be strictly investigated. If coercion is proven, all those involved will be severely punished.”

The Emperor’s firm, just commands soothed the people’s anger.

Many were not fully aware of the truth, but at such times, the Emperor’s stance was what mattered most.

The Holy Emperor also ordered Ming Luo to send the best physicians from the palace to the Chang residence to treat Suining’s injuries.

Ming Luo assented.

At last, beneath the parasol, the Emperor turned toward the gathered scholars.

“Today’s matter is my family’s disgrace, and the misfortune of the dynasty as well. When this case is settled, I too must give you all, and the people of the realm, an explanation.”

Her self-reflection and promise were clearly conveyed.

Afterward, Chang Suining and the others bowed to send off the Holy Emperor.

When the imperial procession had gone, Wei Shuyi remained, looking at Suining.

“Lady Chang!”

“Ning Ning…”

“Teacher!”

“You little girl!”

Many crowded around her. She stood in their midst like a general who had just returned from battle—having fought thousands alone, and won, though with great peril.

But this general looked wretched: her robe was thin, soaked in blood. Wei Shuyi instinctively wanted to offer his cloak, but then stopped—

Because Grand Tutor Zhu, Grand Master Qiao, Qiao Yubai, and Cui Lang had already stepped forward, each offering her their cloaks.

Suining hesitated.

Unlike the colorful cords gifted at the Duanyang Festival, here she could only accept one cloak.

She thought first to decline her teacher’s, for at his age he should not risk the cold—

But before she could finish the thought, the old man had already thrown the cloak onto her shoulders, grumbling:

“…Why are you standing there stunned? Frozen stupid, or pained stupid?”

The heavy cloak carried the faint scent of plum blossoms, so familiar from her teacher.

Grand Master Qiao protested:

“Grand Tutor… at your age, how can you risk catching cold!”

The old tutor snatched Qiao’s cloak and threw it on himself:

“There, problem solved!”

Grand Master Qiao: “…”

What a sly trick—he played the good man, but left Grand Master Qiao to freeze!

Seeing this, Qiao Yubai, dutiful son that he was, quietly offered his own cloak.

Cui Lang, seeing this, warmly said:

“Brother Qiao, wear mine!”

Qiao Yubai felt something odd. He had acted for his father’s sake—but Cui Lang, what was he after?

Still, with the rain cold, he accepted.

And so, after much cloak-swapping, only Cui Lang was left to shiver.

When Suining descended the stone steps, Wei Shuyi approached with an umbrella. Yet before he could offer it, many umbrellas were already raised over her—Hu Yi, Xi Zhiyuan, Song Xian, and the others.

Suining bowed again in thanks.

Ah Dian, holding an umbrella, followed Suining as she walked toward Wei Shuyi.

“Thank you, Lord Wei,” she said. “I heard you pleaded many times for my brother, and even sent people to look for me.”

Wei Shuyi smiled. So she had known all along.

“Good thing they didn’t find you,” he said, glancing toward the library tower. “Lady Chang hid herself well.”

Suining also looked back at the rain-shrouded library tower. Though the storm raged, the waves had stilled.

At last she looked toward Grand Tutor Zhu, Grand Master Qiao, Qiao Yubai, Cui Lang, and the others. For the first time, she allowed herself a faint smile.

Watching her depart, Song Xian murmured under his umbrella:

“…Before, I was shallow.”

At first he had thought her willful and arrogant, never seeing the resilience and fearless persistence beneath.

“The mountain may be ten thousand feet tall, yet I only saw half an inch of rough stone and hastened to condemn it—how narrow and shallow that was.”

“I too was shallow,” sighed Tan Li. “I once thought Lady Chang merely generous and charitable… I did not know she was also wise and brave.”

Song Xian whispered:n

“What she did today was for great justice.”

“Yes,” Tan Li said. “This day will remain in our hearts, and in the hearts of thousands.”

Such a justice, that seemed like a dream beyond reach, was demanded back by a young girl in this way. It would forever be etched into countless hearts.

The word justice gives people the strength to rise, and the direction to walk straight ahead.

“Brother Song… you seem more moved than all of us,” Tan Li said.

“Yes.”

For beneath his stubborn pride was a heart that sought justice too much.

He lifted his hand, touching the faint scar on his temple, left when he was a child on his first trip to the capital. Then, he had been struck by stones, humiliated, angry at the world’s injustice—until someone appeared, crushed that injustice, and gave him fairness.

From then on, he had vowed to do the same for others.

But pride and vanity had blinded him; envy and prejudice had led him astray.

Until Suining.

Thanks to her, he had fallen hard, and then learned the value of standing equal.

To look others in the eye—that was where justice begins.

So he owed her not only an apology, but also gratitude.

But today, he found no chance to say it.

Meanwhile, Suining was led by Grand Master Qiao to the Great Hall, where she before the statue of Confucius to atone:

“…This student has been reckless and offensive today. May the Great Sage still bless me with wisdom and learning…”

She looked up at Grand Master Qiao—was this enough?

The old man finally nodded, reassured.

“Lady Chang has bowed, so don’t fear the Sage will punish you by making you dull,” Wei Shuyi teased. “Do you wish to return home first to change and treat your wounds?”

Ah Dian eagerly asked:

“Yes, Little Suining, where are we going next?”

“To bring my brother home.”

Ah Dian cheered.

Wei Shuyi smiled knowingly. He understood she would first go to the Ministry of Justice

When Chang Suining and Wei Shuyi arrived with the others, the front hall of the Ministry of Justice was already crowded with people.

In the company of the Changsun clan, Feng Min knelt in the hall, having clearly recounted all of Ming Jin’s crimes.

At this moment, she turned to look at Ming Jin, who was pressed down by soldiers beside her, cursing her angrily in return.

Not long after she had been brought to the Ministry of Justice, Chang Shi and her son were also dragged in, looking even more wretched than she.

Feng Min did not know what had happened. She was stunned, incredulous—was it truly possible for someone to punish the Ming family’s heir and the wife of Marquis Yingguo?

Yet no matter how unbelievable, the truth was before her eyes. This was no dream. From here on, she would have to bear responsibility for her own wrongs, but at least she would not die in vain. The true villains would be punished as well.

Feng Min looked back at Ming Jin. At this moment, all her fear was gone; on her pale, weary face appeared instead a faint but liberating smile.

“You wretched girl!”

Her defiant smile enraged Ming Jin. He struggled violently, but was soon dragged away.

Just as Feng Min too was about to be taken down, she suddenly spoke up:

“Honorable officials, in this case there are others who knew and concealed the truth!”

“Who?”

The officials of the Three Judicial Offices straightened, their expressions grave.

Feng Min declared:

“It was none other than this criminal Feng Min’s grandmother!”

Outside the hall, voices burst into noisy astonishment.

Kneeling in the hall, the girl said firmly:

“By the bonds of kinship, a person ought to conceal the crimes of their own kin. I should not be accusing my grandmother. But this case is of grave importance and involves many lives—I dare not conceal the truth!”

To accuse one’s elder meant she would likely be punished herself. Yet at this point, what did she have left to fear?

She wanted her grandmother to taste what it felt like—to be bitten savagely by the lamb you had raised yourself, then sold off to others for slaughter!

When Chang Suining later heard that Feng Min had accused Madam Xie in the front hall, she was not surprised.

By then, she had already reached the prison cells of the Ministry of Justice.

 Chapter 736: A Perfect Counterattack at the Trial (1)

Inside the spacious Taihe Hall, only the witnesses’ testimonies about Mo Qingze’s examination fraud were heard.

“... We three are friends of Mo Qingze. Naturally, we did not want to see him go astray. After we learned that someone had given him the exam questions and answers, we repeatedly tried to persuade him. However, not only did he refuse to listen, but he also said he wanted to share the questions and answers with us, so we could memorize them overnight in preparation for the upcoming seven-day examination! Unable to persuade him and feeling that revealing this would be a betrayal, we decided to keep it to ourselves and let it fester in our hearts!”

At this point, the witness paused and glanced at Emperor Huian and the judges, but was disappointed to find their expressions impassive, revealing nothing about whether they believed his words.

With the situation having reached this point, there was no room for retreat. The witness licked his dry lips and continued, “Later, when the results of the autumn examination were announced and Mo Qingze successfully passed, we thought he had finally achieved his long-held wish and didn’t want to expose him. However, later we heard about someone who, unable to bear the blow of failing the examination, jumped into the moat on the day the results were posted, and even the body could not be recovered! Thinking of the deceased’s family waiting for him to return and their immense grief, we felt a surge of resentment seeing someone achieve fame through improper means. Thus, we reported Mo Qingze’s fraud to the Ministry of Rites...”

Seemingly ashamed of his actions, the witness lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone.

The other two witnesses nodded in agreement, adding details that the first witness had missed, including the fact that Mo Qingze had worn a moon-white robe and used a rosewood hairpin.

Such detailed testimony, with no apparent flaws, led more than half of the people present to believe in Mo Qingze’s guilt.

The presiding judge from the Ministry of Justice, after listening to the testimonies, did not comment but turned to Mo Qingze and asked, “Do you have any evidence to prove that their testimonies are false?”

Mo Qingze remained silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

On the day he had stayed at the Han family’s villa, he had planned to visit a bookstore when he unexpectedly encountered these three.

The four of them picked out several books and went to a restaurant. During this time, when he went out for a moment, someone had indeed blocked his way, offering to sell him the autumn examination questions and answers at a cheap price.

He had never considered resorting to fraud and did not believe in the authenticity of the questions and answers, so he firmly refused. Unexpectedly, the person had then threatened and enticed him.

Just as the situation was escalating, the three witnesses had arrived and witnessed the scene. In the end, the person had forcibly given him the so-called questions and answers and ran away, not even taking the three hundred taels of silver offered earlier. As he left the restaurant, he loudly proclaimed how cheap the items were.

Aside from the claim that the questions and answers were meant to be shared with the three witnesses and the fabricated testimonies, everything the three had said was true. There were people in the restaurant who could testify to the events of that day. Even if he refuted now, claiming it was a deliberate setup, it was unlikely anyone would believe him and he would be seen as making excuses. Therefore, he chose to remain silent.

Seeing his father shaking his head, Mo Yan became anxious. The once quiet hall became noisy again, with some who had been doubtful suddenly turning against Mo Qingze.

The presiding judge from the Ministry of Justice, noticing the change, asked with a hint of alteration in his expression, “So, you admit to the examination fraud?”

“No!” Mo Qingze shook his head decisively, glanced at the three witnesses, and cupped his hands in respect. “My lord, may I ask these three a few questions?” 

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 735: A Perfect Counterattack at the Trial (4)

Or perhaps, even if Mo Qingze was eventually found guilty, the Emperor might not implicate Mo Yan. This possibility was quite high!

Regardless of the reason, it was clear that Emperor Huian valued Mo Yan highly. Many officials who had previously looked down on Mo Yan’s poor background began to reassess her worth.

Unaware of the commotion his small gesture had caused, Emperor Huian saw that it was time and directly announced the commencement of the trial.

Soon, four long tables and eight chairs were set up on either side of the hall. Eight officials chosen from the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Personnel, and the Ministry of Revenue took their seats to preside over the examination fraud case.

Mo Qingze was then brought into the hall by the guards.

After being imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's jail for half a month, Mo Qingze's mental state seemed alright, but his clothes were filthy and tattered. They were covered in soot and had several holes burned into them, with charred edges showing the marks of last night's fire.

Mo Yan fixed her gaze on her father, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall. When she confirmed that, aside from his burned clothes and singed hair, he had no severe burns, she felt a bit relieved. Despite knowing that Xiao Ruiyuan and Chu Heng were fully prepared, she still couldn’t shake off her anxiety, fearing that unexpected issues might arise.

Mo Qingze also noticed Mo Yan's concerned expression from the front of the hall. He gave her a reassuring smile, his handsome face showing no signs of fear, anxiety, or despair.

Following the usual procedure, the presiding judge from the Ministry of Justice asked Mo Qingze for his personal information—name, place of origin, and educational background. Once these details were confirmed, the judge’s expression turned serious as he asked, “Mo Qingze, you have been accused of examination fraud, with witnesses and evidence presented. Do you admit to the charges?”

Mo Qingze’s expression hardened. He clasped his hands and declared firmly, “I have studied diligently for decades and have participated in numerous examinations. I stake my life on the fact that I have never engaged in fraud! I will never admit to this charge of examination fraud, even if it costs my life!”

Seeing Mo Qingze, still dignified despite his disheveled appearance, those young scholars who still had some idealistic notions felt their dislike for him diminish. They thought that such a person did not seem like someone who would engage in petty schemes.

The response was expected, and the presiding judge from the Ministry of Justice remained unchanged in expression. He stood up and requested Emperor Huian’s permission to bring in the witnesses for a public confrontation with Mo Qingze.

Emperor Huian, hearing the murmurs within the hall, spoke gravely, “Granted!”

The witnesses, who had been waiting outside, were brought in by the guards. They were three young men in their mid-twenties.

Perhaps it was their first time in such a grand setting or the presence of the most powerful figures in the Da Chu, but the three young men appeared nervous and shaky as they approached the center of the hall. They knelt beside Mo Qingze, trembling as they kowtowed to Emperor Huian.

In a normal situation, this might not have been unusual, given that everyone would be nervous in such circumstances. However, compared to Mo Qingze’s earlier demeanor, their fearful appearance was less convincing. They looked more like guilty parties being interrogated than credible witnesses.

In the corner, two scholars whispered:

“These three are clearly not as upright as Mo Qingze. Do you think they might be fabricating evidence?”

“You can’t judge by appearances alone. Maybe those three are just too timid, and Mo Qingze is putting on an act!”

“That’s true. But until the end, no one knows the outcome. We should just wait and see.”

“Right, we’ve waited this long, a little longer won’t matter.”

...

Such doubts were not isolated. Prince Heng, overhearing these comments, clenched his fists tightly. His gaze shifted between Chu Heng, who was less than an arm's length away, and Mo Qingze, kneeling in the hall. A hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

Mo Qingze, hearing the witnesses’ greetings, found their voices familiar and turned to look at them. Upon recognizing their faces, he exclaimed in disbelief, “How could it be you?”

His tone made it clear that he knew these three. They were from Changshan Academy, where he had met them during inter-academy events. Although not as close as he was with Han Zhiyun, they had been acquaintances. Before the banquet, he had sent them invitations, but they had all declined, claiming other engagements. It turned out they had been involved in this scandal behind his back!

The three, upon hearing this, subconsciously lowered their heads to avoid Mo Qingze’s angry gaze, yet they spoke in a solemn tone, “Ziyu, we are truly sorry, but you committing fraud was wrong. We did this for the sake of countless scholars who study hard. You can blame us, but we do not regret our actions!”

Mo Qingze, enraged, trembled all over, his finger pointing at the three, unable to utter a word.

To those observing, this added further speculation. It seemed like one person was accused of fraud by three acquaintances who, out of a sense of duty, exposed the wrongdoing after the results were released.

Ultimately, it was hard to determine who was right or wrong.

The presiding judge from the Ministry of Justice, ignoring the murmurs, asked the three witnesses, “You previously testified that you saw someone with Mo Qingze’s exam questions and answers. Please recount the details of what you saw before everyone.”

The three exchanged glances and one of them began to recount everything they had witnessed...

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 1594: Unexpectedly Earning One Hundred Wen

Holding the copper coins in their hands, and hearing the clinking sound, the faces of the children flushed with excitement.

This was one hundred wen, and for them, who were so young, when had they ever earned one hundred wen?

They hadn't even earned ten wen before, so having one hundred wen was like possessing a treasure trove.

Moreover, they were still quite young, with the youngest being only six years old and the oldest twelve. Holding one hundred wen made them feel as if they were carrying a mountain of gold and silver.

After Shu Yu finished giving out the money, she wasn't in a hurry and waited for them to settle down before saying, "Thank you all for your hard work yesterday. Keep the money safe, whether you keep it yourselves or give it to your parents. When you go out, don't show the money to anyone. It's best not to reveal that you have it, especially because you're young. If bad people notice, it could be dangerous."

As soon as they heard her, the children immediately nodded with serious expressions.

These children were all smart; otherwise, Shu Yu wouldn't have selected them as her little spokespersons for promotion.

They remembered everything that Shu Yu told them.

The leader of the children even promised, "Sister Lu Xiangjun, rest assured, we'll keep it safe and won't take it out until we get home."

"That's good. Okay, you can all go now."

The children happily left, and before they ran off, the leader asked Shu Yu, "Sister Lu Xiangjun, if there's another opportunity like this in the future, can you hire us again? We don't need so much pay, actually."

Shu Yu smiled, "Of course, you did a great job this time, and now you have experience. If I need your help again, I'll hire you."

The group of children left feeling satisfied, bouncing away from the shop.

Shu Yu watched them go, then turned around.

Wei Ronghua chuckled, "These kids are quite clever. Many customers yesterday said they came because of their recommendations. It seems this method is quite effective."

Shu Yu nodded; children's innocence and enthusiasm could sometimes attract more attention from adults.

These children all came from ordinary families with average living conditions.

For example, the twelve-year-old boy leading them, Shu Yu had seen him struggling to carry goods for others, his thin shoulders supporting the weight. He worked hard, but because he was young and didn't have much strength, even after toiling for a long time, he didn't earn much. Yet, he was ecstatic with the five wen he was given, eagerly telling the employer to find him if there was more work next time.

The wages Shu Yu gave were already quite generous; in this era, even for strong laborers doing daily wage labor, they would only earn three to four dozen wen a day at most.

But Shu Yu always acted generously, especially towards children. She would naturally be more generous with them.

Wei Ronghua didn't say anything about it. The employer made money and was willing to do good deeds, which would certainly bring good fortune in the future.

Didn't he see how motivated the employees were today after receiving their bonuses yesterday?

After chatting with Shu Yu for a while, Wei Ronghua went to work behind the counter.

Little did he know that Shu Yu took out another string of copper coins from the purse and handed it over, "This is for Fang Fang."

Wei Ronghua instinctively refused, "Boss, I already received the bonus yesterday, Fang Fang doesn't need it..."

"Why wouldn't she need it? Fang Fang worked hard in the shop yesterday for half a day. She's still very young and must be tired. If she puts in the effort, she naturally deserves a reward. I originally wanted to wait for her to come today and give it to her in person, but then you said she went to Donggu County early in the morning with Hu Geng. Since Fang Fang isn't here, I'll hand this copper coin to you. You can give it to her, and she can decide whether to keep it for herself or give it to you."

 Chapter 1593: Children's Rewards Shouldn't Be Less

Shu Yu turned her head and waved at them, "You've arrived?"

" Sister Lu Xiangjun." The group of children ran to a spot three steps away from Shu Yu and came to a stop, somewhat shyly greeting her.

They were the ones who helped Shu Yu with the promotion yesterday, vigorously attracting customers in the streets and alleys.

Shu Yu counted them, "Is everyone here? Follow me inside."

The group of children pushed and shoved their way into the shop, but once inside, they didn't dare look around. Especially since there were many customers inside, they received surprised looks from them, making the children even more nervous. They quickly followed Shu Yu into the backyard.

The backyard was empty, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief and dared to look around.

The courtyard was spacious, not just designed for practicality, but also beautifully landscaped with a small artificial mountain and flowing water, creating a picturesque scene.

The sound of flowing water was soothing and calming.

Shu Yu said to them, "Have a seat here for a while, and I'll be back in a moment."

"Okay, Sister Lu Xiangjun."

After Shu Yu left, the children curiously looked at the artificial mountain and water. One of them spotted some fish and whispered, "Look, there are fish inside."

"Living here must be very comfortable. The yard is so big, and there are so many rooms."

"Of course, this is Sister Lu Xiangjun's store. Do you know how formidable she is? She's someone who has seen the emperor."

Just as Shu Yu walked out of the room, she heard them and thought, "No, I haven't seen the emperor. Please don't exaggerate on my behalf."

She shook her head with a smile and took a few steps forward.

The children who were talking instantly fell silent and looked obediently at her, saying, "Sister Lu Xiangjun."

Shu Yu sat down on a stone stool, holding a purse in her hand, much larger than the one she gave to Meng Yunzheng yesterday.

The purse was now placed on the stone table, making a clinking sound, and the group of children widened their eyes.

Shu Yu said, "As we agreed before, you all worked diligently yesterday, and your wages won't be short. Now, line up one by one."

The children became instantly excited.

In fact, Shu Yu had promised them that they would get paid on the same day.

However, they stopped working yesterday before it got too late. After all, they were children, and Shu Yu couldn't let them shout all day long; she didn't want to exploit them. So she let them take a break, making sure not to overwork them.

Later, when the children stopped working in the evening, the one leading them saw the store bustling with people, with even the store owner, Village Lord, personally attending to the customers. At that moment, he thought it might not be the best time to ask for their wages as it might bother her while she's working.

So when he saw Shu Yu and she called them in, he took the initiative to say, "Sister Lu Xiangjun, you are busy, we will come back tomorrow."

After saying that, the group of children ran away, and Shu Yu didn't have time to stop them.

However, she had already prepared their rewards, thinking she had overslept and might have missed them. Unexpectedly, they showed up just in time.

Inside the purse were strings of copper coins. After seeing the children lining up properly, Shu Yu began to hand them out one by one.

 Chapter 208: Revelation  

2023-06-03  

Ming Luo's uneasy premonition grew stronger.  

Seeing her quickly heading out, a nearby attendant hurriedly reminded her, "Lady... the ritual has not yet ended!"  

Ming Luo didn't even look back. "I'm going to retrieve the ritual text!"  

At this moment, something far more urgent than the ritual was likely to occur somewhere she couldn't see!  

"Head Master Qiao..." The attendant could only look at Qiao Yang.  

However, Head Master Qiao was not inclined to take charge of the situation. He even grabbed the sleeve of Grand Tutor Zhu in haste, "…Tutor, quickly, let us follow the crane!"  

Grand Tutor Zhu coldly shook off his hand. "If you want to go, go on your own."  

He had been particularly displeased with Head Master Qiao lately. Before the ritual had started, he had scolded him harshly: "Your students have gone missing, and yet you still have the mind to host the Confucian ceremony!"  

"If that were my student, I would rather quit my post, take off this official robe, and go personally search for them!"  

At that time, Head Master Qiao had only lowered his head in shame and said nothing.  

The more Grand Tutor Zhu thought about it, the angrier he became, and throughout the entire ritual, he hadn’t exchanged a single word with Head Master Qiao.  

Now, seeing him so eagerly drag him along to watch the crane, Grand Tutor Zhu sneered. Why bother following the crane? With the way things were going, it wouldn’t be long before the crane would come to take him away—he was likely to be so enraged by these heartless people that he would end up "riding the crane west"!  

"Tutor..." Head Master Qiao, having been brushed off, grabbed him again, lowering his voice, "This crane has spirit. If we follow it, we might be able to find my student!"  

Grand Tutor Zhu was momentarily stunned, staring at Qiao Yang in confusion.  

—What did that mean?  

Without waiting for a response, Head Master Qiao impatiently dragged him forward, "If you don’t go, how can the scholars follow?"  

Indeed, the scholars who had remained indifferent before now began to follow, seeing the great Tutor, the head of the scholars, also chasing after the crane. Many of them hastened to keep up.  

"Brother Song, this is an auspicious sign. We should go and see too!" Tan Li, full of enthusiasm, not only studied diligently but also had a penchant for getting involved with all sorts of auspicious events, hoping to bring good luck for a successful exam the following year.  

The crane circled in place, waiting for the crowd to catch up, before flying ahead again. To the onlookers, it seemed even more mystical.  

The Confucian temple was in an uproar because of the white crane, with people gathering in a frenzy and the atmosphere growing increasingly heated.  

Meanwhile, in the imperial palace in the city, the Ganlu Hall, where the emperor resided, was eerily quiet.  

Not long ago, the commander of the Imperial Guard, who had been sent out to search for someone, returned to report that the person had not been found.  

The Empress’s brows furrowed tightly.  

Since early dawn, every corner had been searched, both inside and outside the city. All the places that should have been searched had been thoroughly examined...  

At this point, she was almost certain that Ming Jin's disappearance was somehow connected to Chang Suining.  

Two days ago, Chang Suining had gone missing, along with the Chang family... At first, she had believed that the girl was a victim. But as the search continued with no results, she began to realize that the girl, who seemed doomed in everyone’s eyes, had likely hidden herself away and become the real hunter.  

But where could she be hiding?  

If this was an act of impulsive revenge, then Chang Suining and Ming Jin’s bodies would have been found by now.  

If she was using Ming Jin to threaten the Empress in exchange for Chang Suining’s life, now that she had succeeded, why would she continue to hide?  

To understand her intentions, the Empress needed to reflect on the girl's past actions.  

The Empress replayed every impression she had of this girl in her mind—at Dayun Temple, the strategic battle, the Imperial Academy's archery, her gathering of scholars at the Tai Tower to celebrate her teacher... refusing Li Lu and Cui Jing's offers in the Hibiscus Garden, and even rejecting the proposal to appoint her as a female officer...  

Pei, Chang, Xie, Ming... In the face of danger and injustice towards herself and those close to her, the girl never backed down in front of others.  

Never backed down...  

The Empress suddenly raised her gaze from her dragon throne, looking toward the outside of the hall, seemingly able to hear and see the sounds of drums and music from the Confucian temple, with thousands of scholars gathered.  

"Has anyone searched the Confucian temple?" she suddenly asked.  

The commander of the Imperial Guard froze. "Today is the Confucian ceremony, and I did not dare to enter the temple and disturb it."  

Moreover, the Confucian temple was the most crowded and prominent place in the city today. Why would she choose such a place to hide?  

"I'm afraid she didn’t intend to hide there at all. Two days of absence was merely a tactic to confuse us, waiting for the right moment..." The Empress stood up from her dragon throne, her expression stern. "Quickly, take people to the Confucian temple, seal off every entrance, and ensure that no further disturbances occur!"  

"Yes!"  

The commander of the Imperial Guard didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately left to carry out the orders.

The Confucian temple was located between the palace city and the Imperial Academy, only a short two-minute walk west from the Ministry of Rites.  

In no time, several teams of Imperial Guards moved through the palace paths, heading toward the Confucian temple.  

After a brief departure, the high-pitched voice of an inner servant echoed from Ganlu Hall—  

"Prepare the royal carriage for the Confucian temple!"  

The royal carriage was quickly readied, and the Empress, supported by her attendants, ascended the palanquin, gazing fixedly toward the Confucian temple.  

...  

Inside the Confucian temple, the crane holding the ritual text landed atop a three-story pavilion, followed by the crowd.  

This pavilion was located at the northwest corner of the temple, originally used as a library but abandoned after a new library was built.  

Not far away, the musicians in front of the Great Success Hall dared not stop playing, and the peaceful music of the Ningsheng chapter could still be faintly heard.  

Amidst the distant music, the white crane, standing atop the pavilion, let out a loud call.  

The crowd turned their necks to look, puzzled as to why the crane had landed there.  

Until, with a loud crash, the second-floor balcony of the pavilion suddenly shattered.  

Inside, Chang Suining, who had been in a standoff with Ming Jin for some time, heard the crane's call and knew the moment had arrived.  

She seemed to stagger back and, with a heavy crash, broke through the tightly closed wooden door of the pavilion.  

"Bang!"  

The door, which had not been fully locked, was smashed open, and light flooded into the previously dim and shuttered pavilion, causing Ming Jin to squint his eyes in sudden discomfort. He instinctively closed his eyes for a moment.  

When he opened them again, everything in front of him seemed blurry, his ears ringing, and his mind clouded.  

He had drunk tea laced with sedatives upon his arrival. After days of heavy drinking and medication, coupled with the incense in the pavilion that dulled his senses, he had inhaled it for quite some time.  

These compounded effects had pushed him to the brink of madness, and his already volatile moods were now heightened, amplifying his anger and excitement, distorting his perception of reality.  

He chased Chang Suining out of the pavilion, reaching the second-floor railing, where he gripped her shoulder with one hand and forcefully restrained her injured and bleeding arm with the other.  

He could barely focus on anything other than the person before him, letting out a malicious laugh. "Chang Suining, why did you stop running? Did you really think you could escape?"  

Hearing the startled cries from below, Chang Suining allowed him to hold her in a wild, frenzy-like grip.  

"Look! That's..."  

"Ming Shi Zi?!"  

"And Miss Chang!"  

"How could Miss Chang be here?" The fastest runner, Tan Li, was horrified. "Quick, someone go up and save them!"  

He rushed forward to open the pavilion door, but found it locked from the inside.  

"Tang Juren..." Qiao Yubai, who appeared at some point, grabbed Tan Li’s arm and silently shook his head.  

Tan Li was puzzled, and Song Xian, who had followed closely behind, looked just as shocked.  

Grand Tutor Zhu soon arrived, seeing the girl, covered in blood, facing away from the crowd, her hair disheveled and her body pinned by Ming Jin against the railing. His three souls and seven spirits nearly left his body in shock. "This..."  

Grand Tutor Zhu's anger mixed with surprise. "Quick, get the girl down!"  

Saying this, he couldn’t care less about his frail old body and rushed toward the pavilion.  

"Tutor!" Head Master Qiao tightly gripped Grand Tutor Zhu's wrist, his voice unusually serious, full of concern for the elderly man. "You need not be so eager. Please listen."  

Grand Tutor Zhu’s pupils trembled, and a moment of realization dawned on him.  

So, this was...  

Head Master Qiao nodded at him.  

Since he learned of the child's plan, he had not seen her. Though he knew of the plan and had secretly cooperated in its execution, he did not realize the extent to which she had gone for it, nor did he know her condition at this moment.  

As a father and a teacher, he felt conflicted. But with the plan in motion, the show had to go on.  

When one’s senses were dulled, they unconsciously raised their voice. Thus, Ming Jin’s words were clearly heard by everyone standing outside the pavilion.  

"You’ve fallen into my hands now. Even if you want to die, it won’t be that easy... You want me to kill you, but I’m going to keep you alive! You say I don’t deserve for Chang Sui'an to take the blame for me? Then let’s see who gets to decide!"   

Everyone was struck with fear.  

—Take the blame?!  

"Heard that?" Cui Lang gasped in shock. "It turns out Seventh Lady Chang was harmed by Ming Shi Zi!"  

The crowd reacted as if a massive wave had surged, the information quickly spreading through them.  

"Absurd!"  

Ming Luo hurried toward the scene and spoke in a deep voice. "He is drunk. His words cannot be taken seriously!"  

She immediately ordered the attendants beside her, "The heir is drunk and has acted improperly. Take him down at once to prevent him from hurting Miss Chang!"  

"Yes!"

A group of inner servants quickly moved forward, preparing to break down the door of the pavilion.  

At this moment, a white crane suddenly appeared from an unknown direction and flapped forward, pecking at the inner servants, forcing them back.  

Ming Luo turned to instruct her attendant: "Quick, send for the Imperial Guards!"  

On the day of the ceremony, the Imperial Guards were already on patrol, and a team soon arrived.  

"Even flying birds have spirit, let alone humans!" The elderly Grand Tutor Zhu shook off Head Master Qiao's hand once again and stepped forward, standing in front of the pavilion door. "I am here. Let’s see who dares to break down this door!"  

Ming Luo was stunned and confused. "Why is the Tutor doing this?"  

"That question should be asked of you, Miss Ming!" Grand Tutor Zhu raised his brow and scolded. "You are a female official in the palace, representing the holy Emperor to oversee the affairs of scholars. You should set an example for all the literati of the world. Ming Shi Zi’s words have reached the ears of many. Without clarifying the truth, you simply dismiss them as drunken ramblings, trying to cover up the matter. How can such actions be justified when representing the holy Emperor?"  

His high status and prestige allowed him to scold Ming Luo in front of everyone, leaving her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.  

Could it be that even Grand Tutor Zhu was a co-conspirator in Chang Suining’s plan today? This was impossible!  

Song Xian clenched his fists.  

He finally understood. The reason their joint letter was withheld by Chang Suining was that the true culprit was Ming Family's heir!  

She did not want to involve them in the matter, nor have it affect their future careers...  

But now—  

Song Xian slightly raised his head, looking at the blood-stained side of the young woman's face. He then glanced at his companions and the numerous scholars who had followed.  

"Indeed, right and wrong must not be covered up with a single word!" Song Xian stepped forward and stood in front of the Imperial Guards.  

Although he was not yet a government official, he felt it was his duty to speak justly and oppose injustice. If they could not act with courage now, how would they speak of supporting the state and benefiting the people in the future?  

Furthermore, "The law does not punish the crowd. There are countless witnesses here today, over a thousand scholars, and if more people stand up, no one can break this door!"  

Tan Li and the others stepped forward as well.  

Members from the Wu Er Society, the Xun Mei Society, and many students from the Imperial Academy all stood in opposition to the Imperial Guards.  

They had been following the case of Chang Sui'an for a long time and now understood the full situation. There was no hesitation.  

Though they did not know why Ming Shi Zi was acting so wildly, or if his words were merely drunken ramblings, it was crucial for the truth to be heard!  

Ming Luo’s heart sank. Could all these people be co-conspirators with Chang Suining?  

"Quick... send a message back to my family!" Among the crowd, Changsun Ji ordered his attendants in a low voice. "This is the very opportunity my grandfather mentioned!"  

If the timing was right, this was the moment.  

If they took Feng Min to the Minister of Justice now, her confession, along with Ming Jin’s, would leave no room for excuses to clear his name!  

After giving orders to his attendants, Changsun Ji quickly stepped forward, his face filled with fury. "I must hear it with my own ears. Until the truth is clear, no one will take him away. Anyone who tries to stop us will be seen as an accomplice!"  

As the victim of this case, he was the one most qualified to stand in the way now!  

Above them, Ming Jin’s crazed laughter and insults rang out. The Imperial Guards looked troubled, unsure of how to handle the situation. They turned to Ming Luo.  

Seeing the figures blocking the pavilion outside, Ming Luo's emotions were tightly wound with anxiety, but she also knew clearly that she could not confront these scholars forcefully in front of everyone.  

These were not ordinary commoners or insignificant beggars; they could not be killed or chased away, and their ears and mouths could not be silenced!  

So, this was Chang Suining's purpose in choosing today and this place to act!  

Hearing Ming Jin's increasingly manic ramblings, Ming Luo's heart sank. She gave her attendant a meaningful glance.  

She could not let this madman continue speaking!  

The attendant quietly withdrew.  

Soon, an Imperial Guard left the crowd, moving to a spot out of sight from the others, quickly nocking an arrow.  

Since the target was Ming Family’s heir, the arrow was not meant to kill, only to wound him so he could be dealt with later by the holy Emperor.  

But before he could aim at Ming Jin, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind.  

"Got you! You wretched assassin!"  

Ah Dian slammed him to the ground, pinning him down with the weight of his massive frame. The Imperial Guard screamed in pain.  

At this moment, seeing the confused Ming Jin not able to speak clearly, Chang Suining felt she needed to ask: "I never understood why you wanted to kill Seventh lady Changsun..."  

As soon as she brought it up, Ming Jin seemed to boast of his actions, speaking arrogantly: "Changsun Xuan should have died long ago! She should have died the moment she dared to reject my Ming family’s proposal!"  

Changsun Ji’s face darkened with grief and anger.  

So, this bastard had held a grudge against his little aunt all this time!  

"I only regret that I let her die too quickly that day. I didn’t get to hear her beg for mercy!"  

"But it doesn’t matter. What I didn’t get to enjoy with her, you will have to suffer for her instead!"  

Hearing the reactions of the crowd below the pavilion, Chang Suining, with her back to them, raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.  

Good, this should be enough.  

It’s time to end this.  

She effortlessly grabbed hold of his arm, which had failed to control her, and whispered in his ear, "Don’t even think about it. I will make sure you pay for this."  

Ming Jin laughed angrily, trying to break free from her control. "You filthy woman, daring to talk back when death is at your door!"  

The only voice he could clearly hear, so close to his ear, asked: "Do you remember when you were eight or nine years old, publicly punished on Zhuque Street?"  

Ming Jin’s struggles suddenly paused. As the effects of the drugs began to wear off, he vaguely saw shadows gathering outside the pavilion.  

Good night!

 Chapter 207: Using Her as Bait  

2023-06-02

As the first light of dawn broke through the clouds in the east, servants and scholars were already bustling through the Confucian Temple, holding ritual vessels and preparing for the grand Confucius memorial ceremony.  

At the appointed hour, the gates opened in succession, and with the ringing of the morning bell, Qiao Yan, dressed in ceremonial robes, led the scholars from the Taixue (Imperial Academy) into the temple.  

Soon, as accompanying ritual officials, Grand Tutor Zhu and other officials arrived as well.  

Among them was Ming Luo, who had always served as the officiating sponsor for the annual Confucius ceremony.  

For the great families that valued Confucianism, the Confucius ceremony was a major event. As such, many sons of influential families had gathered there.  

In addition, renowned scholars and students from all over had come to attend.  

With Qiao Yan, Grand Tutor Zhu, and Ming Luo leading the procession, everyone first paid their respects before the Apricot Altar, where over a thousand people lined up in order, paying their respects with great ceremony.  

After the incense was offered before the Apricot Altar, Qiao Yan and the others entered the Grand Hall.  

Inside the hall, the central altar housed a statue of Confucius, with statues of Yan Hui, Zeng Shen, and other sages placed on either side.  

The welcoming music played, and Ming Luo, holding a ceremonial silk, led the ritual chant: “We welcome the great sage, Confucius, to his rightful position, offering reverence to the sages—everyone kneel!”  

The hall was filled with officials and sons of noble families, while the students and ordinary scholars had already been relegated to the outer parts of the hall, where they paid their respects with the traditional three kneels and nine bows.  

Song Xian stood at the front of the students but was somewhat distracted. Since the ceremony began, he had not seen Qiao Yubai's figure.  

Where had he gone?  

Was it because of the missing daughter of the Chang family that he had no mind for the ritual?  

The ceremony continued in an orderly fashion as the sons of noble families approached the altar to offer incense and pay their respects. At this time, Ming Luo stepped aside to wait, and her personal maid came over to her.  

“Lady Ming, something has happened at the manor…” the maid whispered. “The young master is missing!”  

What?  

Ming Luo kept her composure and led the maid away from the crowd, retreating behind a pillar in the hall to speak.  

“…It’s said that the young master only took a maid and a young servant, and left through the back gate. The guards at the back gate were mysteriously drugged!”  

The maid continued, “A search was conducted, and eventually, his carriage was found in front of a villa that was part of the madam's dowry, but the servants at the villa claim they haven't seen the young master!”  

“the holy Emperor has learned of this and is deeply angered. Orders have been given to tighten the search both inside and outside the city…”  

Ming Luo’s brow furrowed deeper.  

The guards were drugged… Who helped Ming Jin sneak out of the manor at night?  

It couldn’t have been his usual reckless friends; those young ruffians wouldn’t have had the courage, nor could they have done it so cleanly!  

Could it have been… Chang Suining?  

The thought of this possibility made Ming Luo’s heart skip a beat, and a sense of unease arose within her.  

For the past few days, they hadn’t been able to find any trace of Chang Suining, which had already started to unsettle her.  

Now, things weren’t looking right…  

If Chang had succeeded, why hadn’t she shown herself yet? With the whole Chang family behind her, she definitely wouldn’t dare to flee… So, was there some sort of complication?  

And if all this was being manipulated by Chang Suining, then what was the purpose of her making Ming Jin leave the manor? Was it to capture him and use him as leverage to force the Ming family and the emperor to release Chang Suining? Or was there some other motive?  

Soon, a scholar came to deliver a message, and Ming Luo had no choice but to compose herself and return to her role, leading the ritual once more.  

The Emperor, of course, had already anticipated the possibility and had set her plan in motion.  

At the holy Emperor’s signal, the Imperial Guards and various government offices quickly dispatched search teams to comb through the city and its outskirts, focusing especially on areas connected to the Chang family.  

“Recently, there have been reports of bandits and vagrants disturbing the capital, with incidents of them hiding in civilian homes, waiting for an opportunity to steal or harm people. We have been ordered to investigate their whereabouts!”  

A group of officials arrived at the Chang family’s estate on the outskirts of the city.  

Shen Sanmao, hearing this, was immediately alarmed. He quickly bowed and gestured for them to enter: “Such things have happened… please, gentlemen, come in. Please search thoroughly!”  

He personally led them through the house and up to the rear mountains, worried that even a single grain of rice might have been stolen—something he simply couldn’t afford.  

As the Imperial Guards and officials rushed from place to place, their presence stirred unrest among the unaware citizens.  

Ever since the vagrants entered the capital and the war in Yangzhou started, the capital had visibly become less peaceful with each passing day...  

“What’s going on now?”  

A group of citizens, avoiding the officials, gathered in a corner and whispered among themselves.  

The morning sky, which had been somewhat clear earlier, now darkened again, and the cold wind made people shrink their necks in discomfort.  

Meanwhile, Ming Jin had no idea that outside, the search for his whereabouts had nearly turned the entire capital upside down.  

At this moment, he was lying on a bed, just managing to open his eyes with difficulty. He instinctively raised a hand to press against his aching head.  

“Young master… you’ve finally awakened.” The ever-watchful Qian Shuang spoke.  

With her help, Ming Jin sat up, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings and frowning. “Where am I? How did I end up here?”  

“Don’t you remember, young master? You fell asleep in the carriage on the way here. When we arrived at the villa, I couldn’t wake you, so I had the others bring you here to rest first.”

Is that so?

Ming Jin tried to recall how he had fallen asleep, but the more he thought about it, the sharper the pain in his head became.

He had drunk a lot of wine last night, taken some potent tonic pills, and was already fatigued from lack of rest. It was understandable that the alcohol had made him pass out.

Qian Shuang’s words gave him the impression that he was already in the villa. He casually asked, “Where is Ming Gui?”

Ming Gui was his personal servant.

Qian Shuang looked out the window before answering without hesitation, “He is waiting outside. Would you like me to have him come in and serve you?”

“No need.” As his thoughts returned, Ming Jin clearly recalled the reason he had come here. He immediately stood up and walked toward the door.

Once he left the room, he realized this place seemed to be an attic. His mother’s dowry villa was quite large; he had only been there once before, and since he had no strong impression of its layout, he didn’t find anything unusual.

It wasn’t long before he saw someone from Chang Shi’s side.

“Nanny Liao.” Ming Jin smiled. “Qian Shuang didn’t lie; you are indeed here.”

“Your Excellency…” Nanny Liao slightly bowed. Behind her was a servant.

“Did you really capture that woman from the Chang family?” Ming Jin asked impatiently. “Where is she? Is she alive or dead?”

Nanny Liao hesitated, her expression indecisive.

“What's wrong? Did my mother forbid you from speaking?” Ming Jin sneered impatiently. “She’s just the illegitimate daughter of a lowly military officer; why can’t I deal with her?”

Suddenly, the cold, sharp object pressing against his lower back served as both a reminder and a threat. Nanny Liao dared not hesitate any longer. “...She is upstairs.”

Ming Jin let out a delighted laugh, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he immediately headed upstairs.

Hearing his footsteps ascend, Nanny Liao’s heart sank, her gaze filled with cold hatred as she looked at Qian Shuang.

This wench had betrayed the young master, conspiring with others to trick him into this place!

Qian Shuang clenched her sweaty palms, her face trembling but she did not avoid Nanny Liao’s gaze. She just wanted to survive!

Not giving Nanny Liao a chance to speak further, when Ming Jin had already reached the second floor, a servant quickly bound her hands and feet, dragging her to an old, small, disused library and locking her inside. The servant stayed outside to guard.

When Nanny Liao was locked away, Chang Shi, who was also bound, quickly asked, “...What does Chang Suining want to do? Where is this place?”

“Madam... I don’t know what method she used, but she made Qian Shuang that lowly girl trick the young master into coming here!”

“What?!” Chang Shi’s eyes widened in shock. “What exactly does she want?!”

Looking at her mistress’s pathetic state, Nanny Liao shook her head in despair.

She didn’t know where they were either. She and her mistress had been knocked unconscious and brought here. They hadn’t eaten for two days, only drinking some water.

The physical and mental torment deepened Chang Shi’s fear and anxiety. She struggled and fell to the ground, attempting to escape to stop whatever was coming, but it was in vain.

In her futile struggles, Chang Shi’s eyes turned red from the exertion. At that moment, she suddenly recalled the last words of the girl in the Guan Sheng Temple:

“Before I die, you can just take a look at the logic of my insignificance.”

...

Ming Jin had reached the second floor.

Two servants were guarding the entrance. Seeing him, they hesitated for a moment but then stepped aside, allowing him to pass.

This only strengthened Ming Jin’s belief in the situation before him. Moreover, he was too distracted to consider other possibilities.

He raised a smile. “You stay here. I’ll go in myself.”

The two servants replied, “Yes, Young Master.”

Ming Jin lifted a bamboo curtain hanging in front of him and walked in.

All the doors and windows were tightly shut, not a single breeze could enter. There was no sign of the outside world, and it clearly felt like a scene of imprisonment.

It didn’t take long before Ming Jin saw the person who had been imprisoned.

She was bound to a chair, her arms and legs tied, her robes covered in mud and blood, her hair a mess on top of her head.

When she heard the footsteps, she turned her head. Only her eyes, still bright and chilling, stood out.

Ming Jin smiled in delight. “Good, you’re still alive!”

He walked over, looking at her with satisfaction, then bent down and pinched her chin, inspecting her closely. “Aren’t you usually so proud and capable? How did you end up in such a miserable state?”

As he spoke, he leaned in closer to her face. “I heard that when you were in Furong Garden, you secretly tampered with the horses. Is that true?”

Chang Suining looked at his face, now just inches away, and smiled faintly. “So what if it is?”

Ming Jin tightened his grip on her chin and suddenly grasped her neck, his voice full of hatred as he spat out each word: "Chang Suining, you really know how to court death..."

Chang Suining looked at the man before her with a sense of satisfaction.

Indeed, all it took was telling him the truth about his injuries, and he would definitely come. 

Using herself as bait had turned out to be a viable method after all.

She provocatively asked, "Are you going to kill me for revenge?"

Ming Jin sneered, "What, do you think I wouldn't dare?"

Chang Suining continued to dismantle his caution, "If you really wanted to kill me, why would you imprison me here?"

"That's my mother!" Ming Jin’s grip on her neck tightened. "She imprisoned you here because she was afraid you'd ruin her plans… But I'm different! You’ve fallen into my hands now, and killing you will be as easy as flipping my hand!"

"You should have figured it out by now, I killed Changsun Xuan!" He said proudly, relishing the moment. "If I can kill the legitimate daughter of the Changsun family, what’s stopping me from dealing with you, the lowly adopted daughter of a military officer?"

He seemed to have found the perfect outlet to boast and continued, "To be honest, when I first killed her, I was a bit afraid... But later, others cleaned up everything for me, and your brother took the blame on my behalf!"

"Do you know why?" He smiled, looking at her. "Because my last name is Ming!"

He looked at the girl with a mockingly 'pitying' gaze, "Even if I skin you alive and make you suffer a hundred humiliations, who will come to your aid and seek justice for you?"

The girl’s face turned red from the pressure on her neck, but she only smiled lightly, "Just you? A pest worse than sewer rats... Do you think my brother would take your punishment for you?"

Her cold, disdainful eyes incited Ming Jin’s fury. With a growl, he used all his strength to slam her, along with the chair she was bound to, onto the ground with a loud crash.

The guards outside frowned at the noise but, recalling the lady’s orders, had no choice but to hold back.

The girl’s head hit the floor heavily, and though she furrowed her brow in pain, her expression remained cold, her gaze locked onto Ming Jin without any sign of fear.

Ming Jin stared at her, then suddenly asked, “You’re really not afraid of death, are you? You’re different from Changsun Xuan…”

"That’s right. I can’t let you die so easily. Changsun Xuan died too quickly. The more I think about it, the more I feel unsatisfied..." He loosened his grip on her neck, his gaze dropping to her right arm.

The sleeve was torn, and though the bleeding had stopped, it was clear that she had been wounded by a blade.

Ming Jin’s eyes gleamed, and he lamented, "I came in a hurry, didn’t bring anything useful..."

He scanned the area, finding nothing suitable, before finally yanking out a jade hairpin from her hair.

"How about using this?" He gripped the hairpin and forcefully drove it into the wound on her arm, twisting it slowly. He watched the blood flow freely from the gash, laughing in delight.

Chang Suining furrowed her brow, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

The warmth of the blood stained her hand, but Ming Jin’s laughter only grew louder.

Chang Suining observed his increasingly crazed expression and then glanced at the incense burner in the corner, from which a medicinal fragrance emanated— it was time.

The girl suddenly exerted force with her waist, twisting her body to fling both herself and the chair into Ming Jin, knocking him to the ground.

She quickly loosened the ropes binding her hands, freed herself from the chair, and with her hands on the ground, rose to her feet, her hair falling around her shoulders.

“...You despicable creature!”

Ming Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth where he had been struck, then climbed up.

...

Elsewhere, outside the Great Cheng Hall, the ceremony was nearing its end when everyone suddenly heard the sound of a crane’s call.

Everyone looked up in surprise, seeing a white crane fly overhead— it was an extraordinary sight.

Cranes were considered auspicious creatures, and for one to appear on the day of the Confucian ritual was undoubtedly a good omen!

As the crowd marveled, they watched the beautiful white crane spread its wings and flew toward the hall.

In front of the hall, Ming Luo was reciting the ritual text. She heard the commotion and looked up just in time to see the white crane flying towards him. It snatched the ritual text from his hands!

The crane circled with the silk in its beak for a moment, then emitted a long, resounding call.

"This crane is quite intelligent!" someone exclaimed.

"Look, it’s flying away!"

The crowd was amazed, and someone shouted, "Quick, let’s follow and see!" Many hurried after the crane, raising their long robes to keep pace.

Seeing this, Ming Luo's heart suddenly sank.

Others were unaware, but she knew that cranes could be tamed, and under the guidance of their caretakers, could perform actions that seemed full of spirit. Many so-called omens were likely created in this manner.

The appearance of this crane was certainly no accident!

Ah, here it comes! 

 Chapter 734: A Perfect Counterattack at the Trial (3)

What seemed like words of concern were laced with hidden traps. As the crowd, who had been lamenting the disfigured Prince Heng, heard these remarks, their expressions grew subtle and complex.

The position of the Crown Prince's residence was far superior to that of the royal residences. It was unthinkable that a mere steward from the Crown Prince's residence would be mistreated by a gatekeeper from the royal residence. Even if there was a dispute, it would usually be the royal steward who would back down. How could a mere gatekeeper have the audacity to refuse entry to someone representing the Crown Prince? If there were no backing or orders, how could the gatekeeper be so bold? 

Prince Heng's pretense of humility faltered as he listened. His gesture of bowing grew rigid, and he felt an overwhelming urge to strike out at Chu Heng's hypocrisy. However, he could not afford to act on his anger.

Taking a deep breath, Prince Heng's facade of humility was replaced by shock. His voice suddenly rose in pitch, "Such things can happen? Those wretched servants must have neglected their duties because of my injury. Once I return, I will personally punish that insolent servant and send him to your residence to apologize."

This statement was a skillful maneuver, shifting all blame onto the gatekeeper under the pretense of his injury causing him to neglect household matters. Prince Heng was attempting to gain sympathy for his wounds while implying that Chu Heng was being unreasonable by demanding an apology from the gatekeeper.

Chu Heng, unaffected, responded with a smile, "It was merely a minor conflict between servants of our two houses. Third Royal Brother is being overly serious; I seem to have been petty and overly particular."

In just a few sentences, Chu Heng downplayed the dispute between their households, framing it as a trivial matter between servants. His tone was light-hearted, making it seem like Prince Heng was the one being petty.

The exchange was a complex game of mutual undermining. Despite their deep-seated animosity, they maintained an outward show of brotherly affection, leaving Mo Yan in awe of their acting skills. If these two were actors in the modern world, they might well win an Oscar, representing their country with distinction!

The seasoned officials, skilled in reading between the lines, easily saw through the subtext of the interaction between the two most esteemed brothers.

As everyone speculated on how the verbal duel would conclude, the eunuch outside called out sharply, "The Emperor has arrived!"

The over thousand people in the hall quickly took their places and, upon Emperor Huian’s entrance, knelt in unison, loudly proclaiming, "Long live the Emperor, long live, long, long live!"

Emperor Huian ascended the steps with a commanding presence and took his seat on the Dragon Throne. With a solemn tone, he ordered, "Please rise!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The crowd responded in unison, slowly standing up.

Seated high on the Dragon Throne, Emperor Huian scanned the hall and his gaze fell upon Mo Yan. He showed a hint of surprise before instructing, "Give the Crown Prince and county princess a seats!"

The eunuch Liang, momentarily taken aback, quickly directed a couple of young attendants to bring over two chairs from a side hall.

Mo Yan almost thought she had heard wrong. It wasn’t until the two large chairs were brought to her that she realized the truth and hurriedly knelt to express her gratitude.

Not only was Mo Yan astonished, but the others present were equally shocked and speechless.

Chu Heng, being the Crown Prince, was expected to receive a seat due to his incomplete recovery, and thus, it was understandable. However, for the daughter of a suspect in the examination fraud case, even if she was a county princess, it was unusual for her to be given a seat. Did Emperor Huian not only believe in the Crown Prince’s innocence but also in the innocence of the county princess’s father?

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 733: A Perfect Counterattack at the Trial (2)

Those who had originally believed that the Crown Prince was the mastermind behind the conspiracy were now confused by Chu Heng's calm demeanor. His attitude was so composed that it seemed as if he was unconcerned about the situation, leaving some to wonder if he was pretending to be at ease or truly had a clear conscience.

Chu Heng pretended not to notice their speculative glances, maintaining a gentle demeanor as he walked to his designated spot, which was conveniently positioned diagonally across from Mo Yan.

Standing beside Chu Heng, Xiao Ruiyuan's gaze remained fixed on the woman opposite him. It wasn't until Mo Yan gave him a subtle smile, lifting the cold, aloof aura around him, that he allowed himself a more relaxed expression.

Though it was still early, and many high-ranking figures had yet to arrive, Chu Heng had come well in advance. The scholars, who had previously discussed this matter openly, now kept their thoughts to themselves, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety. They could only communicate through glances with those they were familiar with.

Chu Heng, aware of their unspoken curiosity, glanced at his cousin, who seemed preoccupied and unresponsive. Realizing his cousin was focused on Mo Yan, Chu Heng felt a pang of annoyance, recalling why his cousin had been so insistent on arriving early.

The ministers in the hall, feeling the intensity of Xiao Ruiyuan’s gaze, were apprehensive. They assumed they had offended him and were being scrutinized, wishing they could hide away.

Mo Yan, noticing Chu Heng’s expression of silent exasperation, felt embarrassed and looked away, not wanting to draw further attention. She hoped to avoid making a scene and causing more embarrassment.

Xiao Ruiyuan, misinterpreting Mo Yan’s reaction as shyness, softened his gaze. In the public setting, he restrained himself from staring too intently to avoid compromising her reputation.

As the more than a thousand scholars from outside the palace entered Taihe Hall, other high-ranking officials and several princes and royal family members arrived one after another. Seeing Chu Heng had arrived before them, they quickly approached to pay their respects and apologize.

Chu Heng, naturally, did not hold any grudges over these minor formalities. After exchanging pleasantries, he allowed them to return to their places and awaited the arrival of Emperor Huian.

Instead of the expected Emperor, it was the enthusiastic Prince Heng and the similarly pleased Lin Dalao who arrived.

Prince Heng had hoped to make a favorable impression by arriving early, but was dismayed to find his rival, Chu Heng, already present. Facing the prospect of bowing before Chu Heng in front of everyone, Prince Heng’s scarred face twisted with discomfort.

Despite his reluctance, Prince Heng had to lower his head in feigned obedience and greet Chu Heng, "Your humble servant greets my Second Royal Brother."

Chu Heng saw through Prince Heng’s forced demeanor but maintained a warm and courteous facade. Ignoring the Prince's awkward posture, Chu Heng spoke sincerely, "You have been away from the capital for a while, and I have been in my residence, unable to visit you. I sent an envoy, but he foolishly angered your household’s steward and failed to deliver my regards. I am relieved to see you well now."

(End of Chapter)

In collection

Chapter 1592: Hao Dingshan Returned to the Capital

Through his actions, Xiang Weinan conveyed two messages. First, he wanted to assure the Xiao family that even after Xiao Shi's supposed demise, he still considered them as his parents-in-law, ensuring their safety from the Xiao family's retribution. Second, he seized the opportunity to investigate the situation within the Xiao family.

However, this meant that the Xiao family's cousin would have more opportunities to meet Xiang Weinan if she stayed in the Third House.

Xiang Weinan felt irritated, but he couldn't afford to reveal his hostility during such a crucial time.

Thankfully, it hadn't been long since Xiao Shi's "death," and it was normal for him to ignore the cousin for a while.

Recently, Xiang Weinan had drawn some attention within the Xiao family's sight. To avoid any suspicion, he had arranged for Xiao Shi to stay in Jiangyuan County, reducing their interactions.

Meng Yunzheng told Shu Yu, "For now, let's not mention these matters to Xiao Shi."

Although Meng Yunzheng didn't know much about Xiao Shi, he recalled her strong attachment to Xiang Weinan, and she even fell into the schemes of the concubines when she sought trouble for Shu Yu. After all the recent events, it was hard to say she wouldn't act impulsively if she encountered Xiang Weinan.

Shu Yu rubbed her temples and replied, "I understand."

Her only wish was for everyone to be safe; that was enough.

The situation in the capital seemed to be even more severe than she had imagined.

"What about Hao Dingshan? Did he return?" Shu Yu asked.

"He did," Meng Yunzheng replied. "Quite coincidentally, this morning when I entered the city, I saw him leaving the prefectural city, heading towards the capital."

"That's good," Shu Yu sighed with relief.

"However, there are still people watching over Dongqing Temple," Hao Dingshan might have left, but the person he used to cause trouble for Dongqing Temple was a local in the prefectural city.

Dongqing Temple was also important to the Third Prince, and they would definitely continue monitoring that person.

Their plan was to let the other party keep watching, and at least they knew his identity now. Magistrate Fei's men would secretly follow him and be ready to catch him at any time.

If they were lucky, they might even find a few more people connected to the Third Prince through him.

Shu Yu understood this, but she was relieved that Xiao Shi had found a suitable place.

She had visited her a few days ago, and it seemed that Xiao Shi was doing well and adapting.

Meng Yunzheng put away the lunchbox from the table. "Alright, don't worry about these matters. There are plenty of people handling them. It's late now, go rest."

Shu Yu hadn't noticed before, but now she couldn't help but yawn and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Meng Yunzheng escorted her back to her room. After she freshened up, she fell into a deep sleep until the morning.

She hurriedly got up at dawn, tidied herself, and went to the front shop. Everyone was already busy and bustling.

The sold-out goods from yesterday were replenished, and the counter was wiped clean. Not even a watermelon seed shell was left on the floor.

Da Niu and the others hadn't left yet, fearing that the shop would still be busy today.

Shu Yu observed the situation in the shop. There were many customers, and quite a few of them asked if there would be a lottery today, as they had been disappointed yesterday.

But there were still some who stayed to buy sunflower seeds, sunflower oil, and others inquired about instant noodles, popcorn, and similar items.

Wei Ronghua and the others were busy but in good spirits.

Shu Yu smiled and walked to the store's entrance, where the banner was once again displayed.

Surprisingly, this thing could attract people quite effectively.

Just as she was lost in thought, a group of children ran over.

 Chapter 1591: Temptation of Xiang Weinan

Shu Yu didn't need to be too explicit when she spoke; as soon as she opened her mouth, Meng Yunzheng knew what she was referring to. With Ying Xi and Xia Yan guarding outside, this quiet place was suitable for a private conversation.

Having finished eating almost everything, Meng Yunzheng put down his chopsticks and took a few sips of tea before slowly recounting the process.

Listening to his account, Shu Yu couldn't help but be astonished. "You misled Hao Ding Shan, making him believe that the emperor is seriously ill?"

"More or less."

Shu Yu's lips twitched. "You're using the emperor as a pawn, aren't you? This... did the emperor agree to this?"

"Of course. If the emperor didn't agree, who would dare to spread such rumors?" No matter how audacious Meng Yunzheng was, he wouldn't take such a risk. "We delayed the execution of the plan for so long just to wait for the emperor's reply. Prefect Magistrate Fei cooperated with us, under the emperor's orders."

When she heard about the reply, Shu Yu thought about what Xiao Shi asked her earlier.

"What about the letter from the capital? Did it mention anything about Qi Lie and Xiang Weinan? They still haven't replied."

"I came here today to talk about this. After we informed Qi Lie of the unusual situation at Changjin Prefecture, he immediately led people to investigate. It is said that there is a black market there, and Qi Lie infiltrated it. Now... there's still no news from there."

The black market at Changjin Prefecture was entirely different from the one in Jiangyuan County. The latter was more like an underground trading place, while the former was the real hub of crime, filled with dangerous and potentially lethal situations. Once inside, they could be in grave danger at any moment.

Shu Yu couldn't help but take a deep breath, hoping that Qi Lie could complete the mission safely and successfully.

"What about Xiang Weinan?"

At the mention of this, Meng Yunzheng looked somewhat troubled and said helplessly, "Recently, the Xiao family has been closely monitoring him."

Shu Yu was stunned, furrowing her brows. "The Xiao family is keeping an eye on him? Why? Don't tell me they suspect something about Xiao Shi's death?"

"It's not that. The Xiao family wants to use marriage to win him over."

Shu Yu: "... Marriage?"

Meng Yun Zheng explained, "Currently, the emperor is keeping a distance from the Xiang family to avoid arousing suspicion from the Xiao family. However, the Xiao family and the Third Prince believe that there is a great chance to win over the Xiang family through marriage, so they have been trying to maintain the relationship between the two families."

Shu Yu found it incredible. "But Xiao Shi passed away less than half a year ago, and they are already doing this. It's shameless, especially considering they are part of the same family."

Then, she thought of something and said, "But the Xiao family doesn't have any daughters, right?"

She remembered that Xiao Shi was favored by the Third Prince's mother because she was the only daughter in the Xiao family; all the other children were sons.

Meng Yunzheng smiled. "The Xiao family doesn't have any daughters, but they have a cousin."

"Using their cousin to marry Xiang Weinan?"

Meng Yunzheng nodded. "The cousin has been staying at the Xiao family during this time and often visits the Third House to take care of her bedridden third uncle. She uses the excuse to chat and keep Xiang Weinan company, but in reality, she's trying to tempt him."

After Xiao Shi's death, Xiang Weinan frequently visited the Xiao family to prevent them from targeting her parents.