One night passed in the blink of an eye, and when the sky was just getting dark, Zheng Mi Chang received a reply from Yan Song and the others.
"Sir, this is the letter sent by Mr. Ge and others."
"Well, I understand, go down."
Zheng Michang waved his hand, dismissed the guard, and then opened the envelope.
The content of the letter did not disappoint him. Mr. Yan Ge and the others agreed to the plan, and specifically stated in the letter that they should make more noise!
"In this case, it must be imperative to hear the case publicly!" Zheng Michang rubbed his chin and thought.
Then Zheng Michang called his subordinates: "Go and call Hai Rui over. Tell me that I have something important to discuss with him. Go quickly!"
"Yes, I obey!" After accepting the order, the subordinate quickly left.
"Today is also the day when Yan Maoqing comes to Zhejiang to collect salt taxes. Do you want me to bring him in?"
As Zheng Michang spoke, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
Within a quarter of an hour, Hai Rui arrived at the Governor's Mansion of Zhejiang Province.
"Mr. Chief Envoy, do you have anything to do with me? Is it..." Hai Rui asked impatiently as soon as he entered the meeting hall.
"Well, that's right. Mr. Ge and the others have already sent news, saying that we should go ahead and do it!" Facing Hai Rui's question, Zheng Mi Chang just nodded, his words full of excitement.
"Don't you want this case to be heard openly? Take the person out of the cell later and let the news out as well." Zheng Michang looked at Hai Rui and ordered.
"Yes, I understand." Hai Rui nodded and prepared to leave.
"Oh, by the way, today is the day when the left deputy imperial censor Yan Maoqing comes to Zhejiang to collect the salt tax. I have to go to greet him later, so I can't come in person for the time being! No matter what happens then, don't panic ,Understand?"
When Hai Rui was about to leave the lobby of the Governor's Mansion, Zheng Mi Chang stopped Hai Rui and gave instructions.
"Well, thank you, Chief Ambassador, for the heads up. I understand!" Hai Rui paused for a moment, and then left.
…
And soon, with the spread of interested people, the news spread in the city that the government was going to publicly try the murder case of Wen Rong, the youngest son of the Wen family, on the street.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you not doing business?"
A passerby stopped a street vendor and asked.
"Why are we setting up a stall? Today the government is going to open a public trial on the murder case of Wen's son!"
The vendor explained while packing up his things.
"What? Where is it? Why didn't I know?" Seeing this, passers-by asked repeatedly.
"It seems to be over there at the government office. You'd better get there quickly. If it's too late, you won't be able to get a seat!" After packing up his things, the vendor hurried to the government office.
When passersby saw this, they followed closely and ran towards the government office together.
The news that the government was going to publicly hear the case naturally reached the ears of the Wen family.
"Master, what's wrong, Hai Rui has said that the young master's case will be heard publicly in the government office!"
After getting the news, the housekeeper hurried to Wen Pingyi's room to report the news.
"Why are you panicking? I've known this news for a long time, why do you have to tell me?" Wen Pingyi glanced at his butler with dissatisfaction and said calmly.
"Master, what should we do? Should we..." the housekeeper said, pausing for a moment, and there was something in his words.
Wen Pingyi glanced at his housekeeper helplessly, and then angrily shouted: "You idiot, what do you want to do? No matter what Hai Rui says, he is an official, big or small, and you must use official methods to deal with officials!" I'll put that thing away for you."
"Yes, sir." The butler was scolded and had to put away his inner thoughts.
"What should the young master do?" The housekeeper immediately asked.
"Sir, I have already made full preparations. If Hai Rui wants to have a public trial, just make it impossible for him to proceed." Wen Pingyi seemed confident about this and said slowly.
…
Yan Maoqing no longer knew how many days he had been on the ship. When he got off the ship and looked at the officials who came to greet him not far away, he was still in a trance.
"My Zheng Mi Chang, the Chief Envoy of Zhejiang Province, has met Mr. Zuo Fudu Censor!" Zheng Mi Chang stood at the front of the crowd and took the lead in saluting.
After him, the remaining officials followed suit and saluted: "I have met you, sir!"
"Colleagues, you don't have to be like this. I am here to collect the salt tax. I will need your colleagues' cooperation at that time." Yan Maoqing responded with a warm smile on his face.
"Sir, please!" Zheng Michang stepped forward and made a very enthusiastic gesture of invitation.
"Master Zheng, I have something I don't know. Could you please tell me?" Yan Maoqing lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice.
"Oh, but it doesn't matter." Zheng Mi Chang seemed to have anticipated the questions Yan Maoqing was going to ask, so there was not much surprise on his face.
"Why are you here to greet me, Governor Hu?"
"Governor Hu recently received an appointment from the imperial court, and I will be temporarily in charge of all affairs of the Governor's Mansion."
Zheng Michang smiled slightly and answered Yan Maoqing's doubts.
"Oh, that's it." After listening to Zheng Michang's explanation, Yan Maoqing finally understood the whole story and stopped asking about this matter.
Zheng Michang and Yan Maoqing walked at the front, followed by a large number of officials, large and small.
"Sir, do you want to go to the warehouse and have a look now? Or should you rest for a while before going?" Zheng Mi Chang turned his eyes to Yan Maoqing and said in a deep voice.
"Go now. The task assigned by the court this time is very important and cannot be missed!" Yan Maoqing shook his head and rejected Zheng Michang's proposal.
"Well, that's right. We should put official business first. Please come this way, my lord!" After Zheng Michang said this, he asked Yan Maoqing to get on the sedan and rush towards the Chief Secretary's Yamen.
On the other side, inside the prison.
"What are you going to do? I don't want to get out of here!"
Wen Rong no longer had the same air as when he first came in. His hair was disheveled and he was in a state of utter disarray! As if he had been frightened, he just huddled in the corner and refused to come out.
"You guys, come here and help me. I'll give you some more porridge when you eat later!" The jailer outside the door covered his mouth and nose in disgust and said.
As soon as they heard this, the inmates who were in the same cell with Wen Rong seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood. Their eyes shone brightly, and they immediately moved with all their hands and feet to lift Wen Rong out of the corner of the prison.
"Let me go, you guys! When I get out, I won't be able to spare you." Wen Rong threatened while still struggling.
"Shut up! Put the shackles on him!" The jailer on the side became impatient and immediately ordered his men.
"Yes!" Upon seeing this, the jailer immediately held Wen Rong down and put a ten kilogram shackle on his ankle.
"Hmph, you still think you are the young master of the Wen family? My lord has decided to put you on a public trial! If it weren't for the fact that your Wen family is so active in sending money, I would have punished you long ago!"
"Next, please be honest with me. Don't think about any tricks. Just answer whatever the adults ask you! Otherwise, if you make it difficult for the adults, I will make it difficult for you."
"do you understand?"
Seeing the jailer's expression as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, Wen Rong swallowed secretly and nodded subconsciously.
(End of chapter)
