Human race, imperial capital.
The Human Emperor was wearing a yellow dragon-patterned uniform, sitting in the royal study, carefully approving a memorial.
This is a decision on how to deal with the children of the Song family.
The sins of Changling King Song Xiang have been determined one by one.
However, considering that the old prince is highly respected and has a high status in the hearts of the people, the charges will not be announced in order to stabilize the morale of the human race.
When the time is right, the news of the death will be made public, and as usual there will be a grand funeral to commend the old prince for his life achievements.
As for the sins of King Changling, they must be borne by his descendants.
The Human Emperor studied the line on the memorial, "The term of management of Changling City by the Song family has been reduced from two hundred years to fifty years."
He pondered for a moment and changed it to "all reductions" with a swipe of his pen.
According to human laws, fiefdoms cannot be hereditary indefinitely.
After the death of the king, the time that the descendants can retain the fiefdom depends on the merits of the king during his lifetime.
King Changling had great military exploits throughout his life, and the total duration of the fiefdoms he had obtained lasted for two hundred years.
The Song family is able to control five cities, including Changling City, and has a huge amount of wealth. In the past two hundred years, it is likely to cultivate another respected king to continue the family's glory.
Many thousand-year-old families were formed in this way.
The minister who wrote this memorial reduced the two hundred years to fifty years, which left some hope for the Song family to turn around.
The Human Emperor directly wiped out this hope.
Without King Changling and the fiefdom, the Song family, which was originally a first-class family, instantly fell into the clouds, and suppression from political opponents from all walks of life would follow.
As for the head of the Song family, he was involved in many of King Changling's crimes and has been controlled by the Mirror Guards. He will "die in an accident" in a few months when the situation stabilizes.
"Your Majesty, all the information you need is ready." A guard outside the house called.
The Human Emperor was obviously more concerned about this information. After hearing this, he immediately put down his pen and said, "Take me there."
Along the way, the face of this unflappable human emperor was still hidden under the vague air current, making it difficult to see clearly, but the movement of rubbing the back of his palm with his hand was enough to show that his mood was not calm.
When he reached the door of a study room, the Emperor stopped and took a deep breath——
"Let me see if you really exist."
He reached out and pushed open the door.
In the study, all kinds of notes, secret histories, factual records, and local chronicles were sorted into categories, packed in packages, and placed in one place. They were piled up like a mountain, and the number seemed to be tens of thousands of volumes.
"Why are there so many?" This scene was completely different from what he imagined, and the Emperor was a little dumbfounded.
Several civil servants stood nearby and explained helplessly: "Your Majesty, the request you gave is a bit broad - an unexplainable coincidence in history. It involves too much content and it is impossible to simplify it."
"Forget it, let's put all the books here and read them later when I have time."
The Human Emperor sighed slightly, pulled out a handwritten letter from the five previous emperors, and put it into his arms.
Ever since that day in the Song Mansion, he had doubts about the true cause of King Changling's death, and he has never forgotten it.
Unfortunately, it is indeed difficult to find out the invisible hand hidden behind the scenes that is not sure whether it exists.
But I still have to look for it, or at least give it another try.
He decided to ask the ministers in charge of intelligence after he was finished with the upcoming war.
There are specialties in the art industry, and those ministers are the professionals.
At this time, a secret report was delivered. The Emperor went to the dark place and read it alone——
Pei Zheng, the inspector of Lingnan Road, broke into the mansion alone, captured the alchemist, and solved the major case of Nine Refined Blood Infant Pills by himself.
A large number of officials jointly wrote a letter accusing Pei Zheng of violating the system and acting arbitrarily, and should be punished.
The Human Emperor put together the secret report, stroking his beard and smiling happily, his depressed mood swept away.
"He is truly my tiger general."
…
Nanyang, Deng Mansion.
"Dad, that bitch named Li Xiaozhu actually killed more than 20 of my guards. How can this be tolerated?"
Mr. Deng was angry, with a hint of panic, and ran to the head of the Deng family to complain.
"Even if that bitch is transferred to Xingyang as a errand, he still has to pay the price!"
The head of the Deng family was also very unhappy when he heard this and started thinking with a sullen face.
When Mr. Deng saw this, he was about to come up with an idea.
Suddenly I heard someone outside preaching loudly:
"Master Pei is here——"
"Master Pei? Are there any senior officials named Pei in Nanyang?"
The head of the Deng family was stunned. Before he could get up, he saw a man with a Chinese character striding in. He had a silver mirror and an iron ruler hanging on his waist, and he had a deep and calm aura.
There was a familiar face next to him, smiling respectfully. He was the commander of the Nanyang Mirror Guard!
The head of the Deng family was shocked and instantly understood who Mr. Pei was.
Inspector of the Twelve Cities of Lingnan Road!
The head of the family was feeling uneasy, and just as he was about to greet him, he saw Pei Zheng pointing at Mr. Deng and saying only two words:
"Take it!"
The head of the Deng family was horrified and hurriedly went up to beg his grandfather to sue his grandmother, trying his best to say good things.
Unexpectedly, the notorious Mr. Pei turned out to be very talkative today, saying that Mr. Deng would probably be imprisoned for five years according to his crime.
The head of the family knew very clearly how many bad things his son had done. When he heard that he would only be imprisoned for five years, he felt relieved. After being polite for a long time, he happily sent Pei Zheng off.
After going out, the commander of Nanyang Jingwei on the side had a strange look in his eyes, as if he had discovered something extraordinary and rare.
"Mr. Pei... actually opened up the rules today?"
Pei Zheng snorted coldly, "Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. Within five years, another mirror guard will come to deal with him."
Everyone was confused after hearing this, and they didn't know who this "other mirror guard" was referring to.
Pei Zheng looked in the direction of Xingyang and secretly sighed:
"There is someone who probably arranged everything."
In the distance, a storm is coming, and the sky is filled with gloom...
