...
In front of Zhao Wujiang were eight wooden boxes the size of human heads.
These eight wooden boxes were all moved by Jia Ersan from Chen Anbang's residence. Inside were evidence of violations of Daxia laws by officials of all sizes in the Daxia court in the past five years, such as dereliction of duty, corruption...
The radiation range is so wide that it has reached 60% of all officials!
I hope you can maintain trust between people... Zhao Wujiang compared the list on Dugu Yihe's letter and cleared out the evidence one by one.
Then he called Jia Ersan and asked Jia Ersan to send it to the Secretary's Supervisor so that the gang of school clerks could make a copy.
He is not worried that the secret will be leaked. Firstly, it is because the officials in the Secretary's Prison are special. They have strict rules and regulations. Many things can be heard, seen but not spoken, let alone leaked. Violators will be killed at least, and will be followed by the Nine Clans. Return to the west together.
Secondly, because many things are about evidence, even if they are leaked, they are only leaking information, not evidence.
Half an hour later, Jia Ersan came to reply. The secretary supervisor had already finished copying the evidence in the account book.
"Er San, you have good legs and feet. Please help me deliver some letters."
Zhao Wujiang folded the copied items one by one and stuffed them into the envelope. The official's official position and name were written on the envelope.
Jia Ersan respectfully said yes. Compared with the other Long Yin Guards who were on guard all day long or went out to fight and kill, it was obviously much easier to work with their confidant Zhao Wujiang.
And he knew that Zhao Wujiang actually trusted him fully by letting him deliver the letter.
He had also glimpsed some of the contents of the letter, which was all evidence of corruption and perversion of the law by court officials. If Zhao Wujiang didn't trust him, he would naturally not be able to send him there.
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Kyoto, the residence of Taichang Shaoqing.
Taichang Shaoqing, who is in the fourth rank, is already one of the high officials in the court.
He came back from having a drink at the House of the Minister of Household Affairs and was sitting in his study, contemplating the impeachment of Zhao Wujiang.
It was time to show his true literary talent... He polished the ink himself and wrote as soon as he touched the pen.
"Master, you have a letter..." the housekeeper called outside the study door.
Taichang Shaoqing's thoughts were interrupted and his mind went blank. He said dissatisfiedly:
"who?"
"The old servant doesn't know either. The person who came here is an old servant. He said his master's surname is Zhao. Please be sure to read this letter personally, otherwise... otherwise..." The housekeeper hesitated.
Taichang Shaoqing put his pen on the inkstone and walked to the door of the room angrily and opened the door:
"Otherwise what?"
He snatched the letter from the butler's hand and found that his official position and name were on the envelope. He felt angry in his heart. Who on earth wrote the letter and was so rude!
"The old servant said, otherwise you will bear the consequences..." The housekeeper buried his head and did not dare to speak loudly.
Taichang Shaoqing's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he snorted in his heart. He, a fourth-grade official, should bear the consequences?
I want to see what you are... He slowly opened the envelope, took out the letter paper and spread it out. He glanced at it and was stunned, stunned.
Damn it... Taichang Shaoqing slammed the door. His hand holding the letter was trembling. He never imagined that it would be evidence of his corruption and perversion of the law.
The master’s surname is Zhao? Could it be...could it be that Zhao Wujiang?
His body suddenly felt sore and weak. He stumbled to the table and chair and sat down. Looking at the letter on the desk that he was going to use to write the article of impeachment against Zhao Wujiang, he suddenly grabbed it and crumpled it into a ball in surprise and annoyance. Throw it out hard.
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Kyoto, Dali's official residence.
Dali Zheng, an official of Dali Temple, has been promoted from an official position to the fifth rank. Today he was invited by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and was toasted with several glasses of wine by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He felt very happy.
At this moment, he was slumped on the deck chair in the yard, humming a little tune.
When I make good friends with the Minister of Household Affairs, I will be able to overthrow Yuchi Zhenwu and become the new Shaoqing one day, and his career will be just around the corner... Dali is feeling proud.
"Master, Master, you have a letter from an old friend." The servant ran into the courtyard in a panic, interrupting Dali Zheng's endless reverie.
Dali said with a straight face:
"How unbecoming is it to be in a panic!"
"Master, the person who sent the letter asked you to open it personally, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!" The servant gasped.
Dali Zheng rolled his eyes and sneered. Do you bear the consequences? He has never heard such arrogant words in his whole life!
"Sir, who am I a friend?" He lay on the chair and did not get up.
The servant scratched his head:
"Well...my surname is Zhao..."
Your surname is Zhao? That's a lot... Just when Dali felt that the servant was stupid, he said coldly:
"read!"
"Master, that person...that person said the consequences..."
"You can just recite it if you are told. How come there is so much nonsense?" Dali said in a deep voice.
The servant responded and opened the letter. As his eyes glanced over the lines, he froze in place, his body shaking like chaff, and the hand holding the letter trembled even more, causing the letter to rattle.
"Tsk, why don't you read it?" Dali said with a straight face and anger:
"Be careful, master, I'll whip you!"
The servant's face was ashen, as if he had eaten a dead child. How could he dare to read the contents of this letter?
His lips trembled:
"Old... old... master... I..."
