You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 66 Personally Leading Troops to Search Dorgon's Home
East City.

Donghuamen Street, Prince Rui's Mansion.

Dorgon died, his first wife Borjigit died, and his adopted son Dorbo also died.

The vast palace was like a living person whose spine had been removed, cold, desolate, and eerily gloomy.

"Princess, would you like some bird's nest?"

"Granny, I have no appetite. I want to go swing on the swing for a while."

"Hey."

……

A small courtyard, a grape trellis, a small flower garden, a goldfish tank, a big yellow dog, and a chubby girl.

A delicate swing swayed back and forth, drawing the girl's thoughts back and forth.

Each time the swing reached its highest point, Dong'e Gege's depressed mood eased slightly.

(莪, pronounced as 鹅).

“Granny, these days I’ve been thinking that fame and fortune, sharing the fate of the country, and illustrious military achievements are all illusions. Only people are real. If there are no people, then everything is an illusion, just like our Prince’s Mansion, which is known as the most prestigious in the capital, but is the most desolate in the capital.”

The old woman didn't dare to respond, mainly because she didn't understand much of what she was saying.

……

A large number of soldiers arrived one after another at the entrance of Prince Rui's Mansion.

The scene was one of fluttering banners, gleaming swords and spears, and thunderous hooves.

Jiang Qingyun had dispatched several trusted men in advance to lead the "Mountain," "Forest," and "Fire" battalions to defend the outer streets, setting up barricades so that no one could enter or leave.

Anyone who disobeys will be killed!

Complete secrecy is impossible, but we can do our best to ensure that it doesn't cause a huge uproar before the morning court session begins.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, everything is ready."

"Break the door!"

"Whoo!"

The yamen runners of Daxing Wanping were shocked to see the Manchu soldiers of the Bordered Yellow Banner of the Xiaoji Camp rushing forward, wielding large hammers and smashing the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

Awesome.

Wu Jinyan, the magistrate of Daxing County, and Shang Zhou, the magistrate of Wanping County, were like his lackeys, following Jiang Qingyun wherever he went.

Old Man Jiang Zhongcheng's steps were unsteady, and his mouth tasted bitter, all because the arrogant young man who led troops to smash the gate of the Regent's Palace was his son.

Around him, his superiors and colleagues were all obsequious and subservient.

“Brother Jiang, the Left Vice Censor-in-Chief has ordered that all soldiers in this camp immediately enter the mansion and take control of all personnel. What do you think?” Commander Sheng Yong approached and asked.

"My lord, please do as I say."

"Whoo."

“Brothers, go! Gather all the men in the courtyard.”

……

boom!
The vermilion gate, studded with 81 copper nails, collapsed with a loud crash, sending dust billowing up.

Jiang Qingyun could have simply asked someone to open the door.

But he insisted on sending his troops to smash down the door, and naturally, he had his reasons for doing so.

The once arrogant doorman trembled, kneeling and not daring to raise his head, as at least one or two thousand pairs of boots passed in front of him.

The doorman knew it was all over!
The inner court.

Dong'e, who was still swaying on the swing, vaguely heard a loud noise.

"what sound?"

"no."

The old woman and the maids pushing the swing both shook their heads; they really hadn't heard it.

Dong E was also quite puzzled.

Perhaps only Jiang Qingyun can provide an answer: there is a not entirely correct rule that a person's sensitivity to sound is directly proportional to the amount of wealth they possess.

……

Bang~
The courtyard gate was suddenly smashed open, and a group of soldiers rushed in, causing the women to scream wildly in fright.

However, the more screams they heard, the more excited Imperial Censor Jiang became.

Jiang Qingyun placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and immediately spotted the girl still swaying on the swing.

“My lord, this is Princess Dong’e, Dorgon’s only child, and she is only sixteen years old.”

At this moment, Dong E was stiff all over, gripping the swing tightly. She wanted to get off, but the inertia of the swing wouldn't allow it, and Lord Niu's physics wouldn't allow it either.

So, she could only sway along with the swing.

As is well known, the women of wealthy families in ancient times dressed quite casually in the inner courtyard because there were no male servants there, and apart from the master, no male creatures would appear in the inner courtyard.

There are poems:
Her blouse was a delicate pale yellow with a patterned mat; her hairpin was adorned with delicate autumn leaves; she was slender and frail; and she seemed to be recovering from illness, playing a gauze flute.

Another poem says:

Her loosely tied silk skirt revealed half of her breasts, her pink breasts half-hidden, like snow in the sunshine.

That is the best description of it.

In this situation, Imperial Censor Jiang had a very presumptuous but exciting idea.

"You all get out."

"Whoo."

The soldiers quickly withdrew from the inner courtyard, fearing they might spoil their master's plans.

Before the action was taken, the adults had already said:

"Obedience is your duty. Even if I order the burning of the Huguo Temple, you must not hesitate. Hesitation is disloyalty, and hesitation will lead to your execution."

……

"Get out!"

The maids and servants immediately scurried away to the wall.

"Get back!"

The maids and servants seemed to have been electrocuted and returned.

The reason why Imperial Censor Jiang's military orders were so swift was because he suddenly realized the risks involved in the following actions.

Being alone with Dorgon's daughter could lead to impeachment.

Even in just 30 breaths, it's impossible to say for sure. In those 30 breaths, what exactly did you do to a princess of the empire? There's a lot to be explored here.

……

The swing is still swaying; the coefficient of friction is too low.

"Come on, hold that damned swing down for me."

The swing finally stopped, and Jiang Qingyun took two steps forward, staring intently at the female prisoner in front of him.

The old woman quickly tried to dissuade him:

"Your Excellency, the princess is only 16 years old."

"So what if you're 16? In my Qing Dynasty, 16-year-olds could go to jail, fight in wars, be beheaded, or get married."

……

Jiang Qingyun remained unmoved, still sizing up the female prisoner with an air of authority. She wore a top-quality silk blouse, embroidered trousers, and a plain-colored pleated skirt that went past her knees.

Seeing that things were not going well, the old nanny changed her approach to dissuade her:
"Your Excellency, Princess Dong'e's mother is a member of the Goryeo royal family. Under no circumstances can this be allowed."

“Even a prince is subject to the law. Come here, strip her of her hard-earned clothes and put her in coarse prison clothes.”

In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick.

Dong'e, who looked as if he were wearing a sack, was driven out of the inner courtyard and made to squat in the yard.

Jiang Qingyun kicked open the door, rolled up her clothes, and stuffed them into his arms.

My first impression was that it was light.

One shirt weighs half an ounce, three shirts can be stuffed into a matchbox.

Lu You wrote in a poem: "It seems to be nothing when lifted up, but when cut into clothes, it is truly like smoke and mist."

Before his time travel, Jiang Qingyun had seen a similar unearthed artifact in a museum, which he had seen through a glass case.

Such a treasure must be confiscated!
If we set aside our concerns, Jiang Qingyun actually wanted to teach this female prisoner a lesson in the name of justice, to let her taste the law.

No! Jiang Fa!

……

Once outside the courtyard, Jiang Qingyun lashed the wall with his whip, cracking the plaster.

“Su~ke~sa~ha”.

"The subordinate is here!"

"Search the study, search the bedroom, and dig up all the evidence of Dorgon's treason."

"I obey your orders."

Suksaha's arms were bulging. He had come prepared; if he couldn't find evidence today, he would create it himself.

……

Jiang Qingyun's words just now essentially defined the nature of the operation.

Treason!
In feudal times, everyone knew the weight of these two words; one word meant one Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

(End of this chapter)