That night, a major event occurred in the capital that shocked the government and the public, awakening the sleeping dignitaries.
Prime Minister Jiang, who was suspended from his job at home, died suddenly on the bed of a boy because of excessive indulgence.
As soon as this news came out, the princes, dignitaries and officials, whether they were already asleep or about to fall asleep, were so shocked that they fell asleep. Even the curfew could not stop the speed of the spread of the news.
"What?" In Prince Kang's Mansion, the Eighth Prince, who was about to undress and go to bed, walked out of the house in three steps and grabbed the guard's lapel, "Say it again!"
The guard lowered his head and reported in a low voice: "Prime Minister Jiang summoned the waiter tonight. I heard that he indulged too much and accidentally died on the waiter's bed. The waiter was so frightened that he lost his mind and committed suicide."
The Eighth Prince's expression was dull, as if he was hearing a fantasy: "A prime minister of the highest rank in the court, but he actually raises a mistress in private?"
And he died on the mistress's bed?
If there was nothing fishy about this matter, the Eighth Prince would definitely not believe it. However, for the prime minister of a country to die so easily and in such a humiliating and embarrassing way, he almost did not dare to think about whose handiwork it was.
The guard had a complicated expression and didn't know how to respond.
The Eighth Prince quickly came to his senses: "Who is that waiter?"
"We don't know yet." The guard shook his head, "I don't know who spread the news. The Jiang family is now in chaos. Mrs. Jiang tried her best to suppress the news, but...but it seems that someone deliberately spread the news. The prince's palace and the official's palace should have received the news."
"What a strange thing." The Eighth Prince waved for him to leave, then turned back to the room and murmured to himself, "Tomorrow's morning will be very lively."
"What's so lively?" Princess Du Jia of Kang County came out and looked at him strangely, "The prince looks very happy?"
"It's not that I'm happy...well, it can be considered happy." The Eighth Prince stretched out his hand and pinched his tender wife's tender cheek. Then he thought of something, hugged her face, and kissed her hard, "The news is indeed good news. .”
Du Jia's cheeks turned red: "Your Majesty!"
"Jiajia." The Eighth Prince looked at her tangledly, "I shouldn't have told you originally because I was worried that it would taint your ears, but as a husband, I couldn't help but want to share it with you..."
"Then just say it." Du Jia held his arm and shook it, with a bit of coquettishness in his movements, "I'm not worried about dirtying my ears."
The Eighth Prince then whispered something in her ear, which made Du Jia open his mouth in shock: "This...this, this, this...is this true?"
The Eighth Prince nodded: "It has been spread all over the world, it should be true."
Du Jia looked shocked and found it unbelievable.
A dignified first-class prime minister actually died in such a disgraced way during his suspension? It's really unbelievable.
The Eighth Prince hugged her into the inner room and lay down on the bed: "Tomorrow's morning will be quite lively."
Du Jia nodded with lingering fear.
Yes, the emperor will definitely be very angry about such a big scandal.
"But it doesn't matter to us whether he dies or not." The eighth prince turned his head, kissed his young wife's face, and then turned over neatly and pressed her on top of him, "Let's have a child."
Du Jia shyly punched him: "Your Majesty."
"Shhh, just focus."
The curtains fall, the temperature rises, and the room becomes beautiful.
…
The next morning, the atmosphere was indeed subtle and strange.
The faces of all the civil and military officials in the court were pale and pale, and they were as silent as cicadas.
Emperor Mu sat on the dragon chair, his expression as cold as ice: "When did the Prime Minister raise a servant in the mansion?"
As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became quieter, and you could almost hear a pin drop.
The officials lowered their heads, and no one answered the question.
Emperor Mu asked coldly: "What is the identity of that waiter? Have you found out?"
"Your Majesty, something is very strange." Xie Lin came out and bowed to report, "After I learned about this early in the morning, I sent someone to the Jiang family to inquire about the situation, but the eldest son of the Jiang family ordered people to drive him out. They said that the Prime Minister's body was still cold, and everyone was watching their jokes, and they framed and framed him in an attempt to ruin his father's reputation and die in peace. They would definitely find out the matter and seek justice for his father. After his subordinates responded to this matter, I thought Since the Prime Minister has a high position and great authority, things like this that ruin his reputation should really be covered up——"
"What are you covering up?" Emperor Mu was furious. "If he could do such an immoral thing, why would he be afraid of being investigated? The Jiang family heirs are so shameless! Is it an outsider who has ulterior motives and framed his father, or is his father himself an official with unjust ethics? corrupt?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down!" All civil and military officials in the court knelt down.
Emperor Mu became even more angry: "I asked him to suspend his duties and reflect, but he didn't want to reflect on himself. Instead, he acted like a coward! Is he deliberately going against me, or is he trying to bring trouble to the imperial court and make people in the world think that all the officials supported by the imperial court are stupid?" Such immoral stuff?!"
"I deserve to die. Please calm down, Your Majesty!"
"Xie Lin, find out the identity of this young man immediately." Emperor Mu ordered coldly, "Prime Minister Jiang is an unfair official and has corrupt personal ethics. I am extremely disappointed! For the sake of the deceased, I will not pursue other charges against him. , removed him from all positions, and asked the young and old of the Jiang family to move his coffin out of Kyoto and transport it back to his ancestral home for burial. The Jiang family will not be allowed to enter the official position for three generations."
Xie Lin bowed: "I obey your order."
"In addition, let's check again to see if there are any other officials with bad behavior in the court. If there are, I will punish them without mercy!" After Emperor Mu finished speaking, he stood up and walked away, "Retreat from the court!"
All the officials kowtowed: "Best farewell to your Majesty, long live my emperor!"
Today's morning session was ridiculously short.
From going to the palace to going down to the court, there was not even a moment to burn a stick of incense, and His Majesty the Emperor left without even getting hot on his buttocks, full of anger, leaving only the civil and military officials in the court to be frightened.
But is His Majesty the Emperor really that angry?
Returning to Qinzheng Hall, Emperor Mu sat alone for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he turned around and said, "Yang Dexi, do you think this matter about Prime Minister Jiang is weird?"
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Yang Dexi was stunned and quickly replied: "It's true...it's a bit weird."
After saying that, he added: "But Prime Minister Jiang is used to being majestic in the past. This time he has been suspended from work for so long. Maybe he feels aggrieved and wants to find a way to vent his anger. I didn't expect that little boy to be so... Ahem, the old slave made a mistake. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Looking for a way to vent?
Emperor Mu slowly shook his head, always feeling that this matter was not that simple, but he was worried about how to deal with Prime Minister Jiang, so it would be good to die so suddenly.
Prime Minister Jiang is a powerful minister and has many accomplices under him. If his charges are found out, thousands of people will be implicated. This is why he has never ordered anyone to investigate Prime Minister Jiang.
I didn't expect him to die so suddenly.
A sudden death in this way can directly cut off his influence from the court. It would be good if the remaining members of the party can live in peace from now on. If there are still any dissidents, Rong Cang can deal with them slowly in the future.
But is there Rong Cang’s handwriting in it?
Emperor Mu raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, thinking to himself, how could the prime minister of a country die so easily at the feet of the emperor in the imperial city... That boy didn't seem to be a simple person.
