Ten years of planning, one day against the enemy.
Even if an aristocratic family can survive, they are not all fools. They naturally have their own trump cards. How many literati in the world are proud of the aristocratic family?
It's just that they hit the bottom line and have no idea about Emperor Xuan's character.
A man with weak legs who relies on fighting to turn over relies on ruthlessness and planning.
Once an emperor does not care about infamy and reputation, he will be the most difficult person to deal with.
The aristocratic family relies on these inheritance forces and the respect of the world's literati.
But now, under the strong suppression of the army, they have no advantage.
Emperor Xuan was unkind, so naturally they could be unjust.
The news of Qi Yuan's takeover of Changzhou had only been out for three days, but those aristocratic families were already secretly planning the worst plan.
They didn't want to rebel, but the news couldn't get into Kyoto, and they had to face the tough Qi Yuan. It would be strange for the family to sit still when the Changzhou army moved!
How many aristocratic families perished under the cavalry of war?
At this moment, the family regretted being too domineering and pushing the imperial power too hard.
They expected the authority of the imperial power, so they only supported the third prince Ye Wusheng's succession to maintain their interests.
It's just that they didn't expect Emperor Xuan to be such a cruel person.
Compared with those aristocratic families who are closely chasing each other for profit, those who can sit still now have a clear conscience.
The aristocratic family is also divided into two factions, but the truly standing aristocratic family can see it most clearly. How many amazing and talented people have come out of them in the past dynasties?
Compared with power, a clear name and true heart are the foundation for a foothold.
Therefore, they are the least worried people in this coming storm.
Qi Yuan sat in the government office and looked at Changzhou Futai Cen Zhan who was escorted in with a calm expression.
Seeing Qi Yuan Cen Zhan like this, his heart skipped a beat.
It is well known that Prince Ye Wenxi has a kind-hearted character, so when he saw Qi Yuan sitting in front of the case, Cen Zhan didn't know whether to be relieved or worried.
Qi Yuan pursed his lips, obviously in a bad mood, but his eyes were clear and showed no murderous intent or anger.
Maybe, maybe he still has a glimmer of hope?
"Let go, let go!"
Qi Yuan raised his eyes and the person who was escorting Cen Zhan let go of his hand. Cen Zhan immediately knelt down regardless of the soreness of his wrist.
"I didn't know that Your Highness went south, but I am guilty. Please forgive me!"
Cen Zhan knelt on the ground and did not mention anything about how he lied about the disaster situation, defended the granary, and withheld disaster funds during the disaster relief work.
Of course he was stupid to mention it.
Even though Qi Yuan was sitting there in a menacing manner, it was nothing more than a threat to a veteran like Cen Zhan.
So you want him to tell you everything?
The third prince, Ye Wusheng, did not catch him during his inspection because the interests of the family behind him were too deeply involved.
Could it be that he was scared out of his wits just because of a few words from the deposed prince Qi Yuan?
Even if he is found out, as long as he doesn't admit it, if the forces behind him work hard, they might be able to label Qi Yuan as a murderer of an imperial official with the intention of treason.
They had already arranged their escape route and planned their end of the road when they were doing these things.
But at this moment, Cen Zhan is like those aristocratic families who misjudged Emperor Xuan.
He also misjudged Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan didn't need to pry open Cen Zhan's mouth to know any evidence.
What she wants is for the water in this pond to become muddy and for this southern family to be in chaos.
Then they were all purged directly in the name of counterinsurgency.
This purge needs to be quick, so Qi Yuan will not give them a chance to delay their argument.
Looking at Cen Zhan's clever words, Qi Yuan finally understood why Emperor Xuan would rather endure ten years of planning than use such a method to almost push Xuan Kingdom into chaos.
It's just too boring.
It is better to scrape the bone to heal the wound, and the pain will be enough in one go.
"You know what you did, and you know whether you died unjustly."
"The charges can be trumped up, and you can't influence how the history books write them."
Qi Yuan stood up as he spoke, speaking calmly as if he were chatting.
It's just that what he said is a bit baffling.
But Cen Zhan soon realized Qi Yuan's plan.
"You are treason! You are ignoring the Holy Will!"
"presumptuous!"
Cen Zhan was hit on the back legs by someone behind him. He was knocked down just as he was about to stand up.
Qi Yuan's shoes were stained with mud, and looking at the muddy uppers, Cen Zhan seemed to see a dead end.
"How can you know what the holy will is?"
Qi Yuan raised his hands and sleeves to cover his face and yawned.
Because Cen Zhan embezzled disaster funds and delayed the disaster, hundreds of thousands of victims died, if not tens of thousands.
Is there any other process required?
Qi Yuan did not forget that she came here to scrape Xuan Chao's bones and heal his wounds.
Before Cen Zhan could argue and cry out, the people behind him directly blocked his mouth and tied him tightly.
"Take him to the execution ground to show the public."
Qi Yuan's cool words fell lazily on Cen Zhan's ears.
Cen Zhan could only whimper and widen his eyes.
Unbelievable!
The city was under martial law and people who originally wanted to enter the city planned to leave in a hurry.
They all have their own intuition for the perception of danger.
It's going to be chaos, it's going to be chaos.
But before the people in the city could react, they saw a group of troops escorting the high officials from various mansions to the execution ground.
Some of the high officials were still wearing official uniforms, and some were only wearing commendatory robes.
But without exception, they were all gagged, tied and sent to the execution ground.
These high-ranking officials often engage in corruption and exploitation of the people.
Invading people's fields and robbing people's women are considered minor matters.
Not to mention how many victims were killed in the famine that followed this drought.
The existence of disaster victims is a stain on their political performance.
Regarding stains, of course, we should conceal them if we can, and erase them if we can't.
Now seeing these people who they could only curse in secret being led to the execution ground, the people who originally wanted to leave couldn't bear the urge in their hearts, and soon a sea of people gathered at the execution ground.
Cen Zhan knew that he was finished when he saw those colleagues being escorted over.
I also know that Emperor Xuan is serious this time.
Looking at the crowd whispering and pointing around them, these people who always regarded themselves as noble families felt that they had lost their face.
Obviously Qi Yuan knows how to poke people where they hurt.
Instead of letting them face the despair of death, they were directly tied to the execution ground.
An army guards order and then ignores everything.
No one sat there to supervise the execution, and no one shouted their guilt.
As soon as the news spread, the people who were complaining gathered together.
Cen Zhan was already blushing.
I felt angry and annoyed, and even more anxious about the unknown life and death.
Some people who were not clear about the situation thought that things were turning around and were so angry.
It wasn't until the sun was shining brightly that the few people who were tied to the execution ground stopped.
At first, they were still wondering if the second prince was soft-hearted and didn't want to kill them.
But as time goes by, they become more and more sober. It can be said that they are the most sober in their lives.
Qi Yuan didn't want them to die too happily, whether it was to quell public resentment or to scare the monkeys.
They have all become a lesson in cutting flesh with a dull knife.
"Dog officer! Go to hell!"
