Emperor Qin rebuked in a low voice that the prince's memorial text had been secretly changed. Such stupid behavior was unbelievable.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to Qin Su: "Where is your memorial letter?"
"When I return to my father's palace, I haven't brought him with me, and the memorial text is still in the palace." Qin Su replied hastily, with a worried look on his face, as if he was anxious about the current situation.
Emperor Qin took a deep breath and looked at Ma Ji: "Have you ever written down this memorial text?"
Obviously, he already knew that this memorial was written by Ma Ji.
Ma Ji looked troubled, thought for a moment, gritted his silver teeth, and said decisively: "Your Majesty, I only remember most of it."
"You stand behind him, you speak, the prince opens his mouth, try not to make any mistakes." Emperor Qin was furious at this time, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
He didn't expect that someone would dare to secretly play tricks on the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.
"promise."
Ma Ji nodded in response, and then walked carefully behind the prince.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet, otherwise, he would be the first to be unlucky after this incident.
At this time, there was a lot of discussion under the high platform, and some people were already kneeling and kowtow, as if begging God for forgiveness.
"let's start."
Ma Ji whispered, and then a strange voice sounded on the high platform.
"The Emperor of Qin would like to send Prince Qin Mian to offer sacrifices to God and inform the world..."
At this moment, all the civil and military officials stood on the second step, dumbfounded. They clearly heard and even saw that it was Ma Ji, not the prince, who was reciting the sacrificial rites.
There are many pauses throughout the memorial text, and the voice lacks emotion, as if it were recited.
Qin Heng could already predict how miserable Qin Mian would be next.
Because he could see his father's eyes staring hard at Qin Mian.
It seems that this matter was indeed done by the Second Emperor's brother. I didn't expect him to be so courageous, and he was not afraid of his father discovering it.
He couldn't figure out how Qin Su lost the bag. According to the current situation, Ma Ji should not be his.
Could it be that the words have disappeared?
Thinking of this, something moved in his mind. In his previous life, he had heard of strange things that could make writing disappear.
It is said that there is a herb called Hai Piao Qiao, which is mixed with incense and mixed into black ink. After a few days, the writing will disappear.
Could it be that the Second Emperor Brother found this potion?
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and listened intently to this intermittent memorial text.
Finally, as the last word fell, today's heaven-sacrifice ceremony came to an end. Qin Heng looked at Qin Mian who was sweating profusely and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.
"Go back to the palace."
Emperor Qin didn't even look at him. He walked down the platform with a sullen face and the queen who looked worried.
At this time, Qin Mian seemed to have thought of something and stared at Qin Su with his malicious eyes.
Obviously, he also guessed about Qin Su.
Qin Heng did not intervene and directly signaled Zhang Long and the others to push him back to the house.
However, as soon as he returned to the house after a lot of trouble, he received a summons from his father.
Qin Heng had no choice but to endure the hunger in his belly and walk to the palace.
He guessed that his father summoned him for the purpose of offering sacrifices.
Sure enough, Qin Heng entered Qinfang Palace, and all the princes appeared here without landing.
Even his Seventh Emperor brother, a young young lady, was called over from the palace by his father.
The atmosphere in the palace was solemn, and Emperor Qin sat on the dragon chair with a cold face.
Alas, what a disaster!
boom
There was a loud noise, and Qin Heng was frightened.
"Tell me, whose handiwork did what happened today?"
Emperor Qin was furious and slapped the dragon case and shouted angrily.
Not to mention Qin Heng, even the other princes were so frightened that their bodies trembled.
Zhao Gan, who was standing next to him, saw this scene in front of him and hurriedly ran to the historian for a 'friendly' communication.
This kind of slamming the table and shouting angrily, something that insults the emperor's etiquette, must not be recorded.
"Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, there has never been such a scandal like today in such a big heaven-sacrifice ceremony. The face of my Qin family and the face of the court have been completely lost by one of you."
boom
"Tell me, who changed the sacrificial inscriptions?" Emperor Qin slapped the case again and was furious, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Su.
Obviously, in his mind, Qin Su was the most suspicious.
"Father, I'm not a son. I wouldn't do such a thing even if I was stupid. Moreover, the memorial text has always been in the hands of the elder brother. How could we possibly switch the contract?" Qin Su knelt down quickly and said with an aggrieved face.
He had expected this scene a long time ago. If such a big thing happened, it must be these princes who did it.
Therefore, he was not panic at all, and he was even less likely to admit that no matter what happened, there must be evidence.
Even if my father is suspicious, there is nothing he can do without evidence.
To put it bluntly, calling them here is just to scare them and see if they can explode.
As for the investigation, he was not afraid. No matter how much he was investigated, nothing could be found on him. If he had to investigate first, he would also examine Ma Ji first.
"Hmph, I'm telling you, don't let me find out." Emperor Qin felt like his lungs were about to explode. However, no matter how doubtful he was, there was nothing he could do.
The only one to blame is Qin Mian. As a prince, he couldn't even take care of the sacrificial inscriptions in his hand.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at Qin Mian who was watching the show: "You loser, how could I give birth to a son like you? I can't even take care of him. How can I trust you to leave the country of Great Qin in your hands?"
Qin Mian suddenly turned pale with fright and knelt on the ground: "My son is at fault, please calm down my father."
At this time, he didn't dare to say anything and could only admit his mistake. This was indeed his carelessness.
"Humph, from now on, the prince's power will be removed, and I will stay in the East Palace to reflect. No one can go out without my order."
"I'm telling you, if you are still so incompetent, you should not take up the position of prince. The centuries-old foundation of our Great Qin cannot be ruined in your hands." Emperor Qin looked at him coldly and spoke in an indifferent tone.
When Qin Mian heard this, he was shocked. He kowtowed quickly and said, "I obey my order. I must reflect on it and not let my father down."
"You guys, each go back and copy the ancestral system ten times, and then send it over after you finish copying it."
"promise."
The other princes didn't dare to act strangely at all, and responded in unison.
Even Qin Heng could only agree obediently, secretly sighing that it was bad luck.
This is really an unreasonable disaster. What does it have to do with me?
The Great Qin Ancestor made ninety-five articles and copied them ten times. It makes me sad to think about it.
"Get everyone back here."
Emperor Qin sat on the dragon chair and panted heavily, showing that he was full of anger.
"No, I'll take your leave now."
Qin Heng turned the wheelchair and prepared to walk out.
Suddenly, he felt someone pushing behind the wheelchair.
Subconsciously, he turned around and saw that the Seventh Brother Xiaozhengtai was pushing a wheelchair behind him.
Seeing him turn around, Qin Di winked mischievously and smiled slightly.
