Traveling through ancient times, the empress insisted on having a child with me

"enough!"

Zhao Zecheng slapped the table. He had finally waited for his second child to grow up, but the eldest child was causing trouble again.

"Youxuan, go out first."

Just when Zhao Youxuan thought his brother was going to be scolded, his father poured a basin of cold water on him to wake him up.

"Father……"

Zhao Youxuan's face was full of indignation.

"I'll tell you." Zhao Zecheng's face was getting more and more angry: "You dare to disobey my words?"

"My son doesn't dare."

Zhao Youxuan’s teeth were almost broken, but he had to leave the study.

However, after he strolled outside for a while, he was still furious and for some unknown reason sneaked back in, avoiding the glazed window that was replaced by Zhao Youtang and secretly hid under the windowsill.

It was precisely because he wandered around before coming back that he missed the previous content. He only heard Zhao Zecheng's low voice: "In this case, this is a great opportunity. If we can establish connections in the palace, our Zhao family may be able to make further progress."

Zhao Youxuan was shocked when he heard this outside. Logically speaking, if the Zhao family made further progress, he would be the one who benefited the most. After all, as the eldest son, the title of Earl of Yongning would definitely be his.

But now, hearing these words, he could only feel the crisis coming.

How could Zhao Youtang, that dandy boy, have such connections in the palace? Why would he be the one to help the Yongning Marquis's mansion advance further?

In the study, Zhao Zecheng continued, "But this is too risky. What if..."

Then came Zhao Youtang's voice: "Don't worry, father. Ling Chuan is very afraid of death and has a master guard by his side. It's safe for me to be with him. Besides, there is no gain without risk. For the sake of our Zhao family, it's worth it for my son to take some risks."

Zhao Zecheng's eyes were red. "My son has made it big. Great, great. There are no cowards in our Zhao family."

As he spoke, he walked to a corner of the study and took something out.

"This heart-protecting soft armor is a family heirloom of our Zhao family. Our ancestor relied on this soft armor to repeatedly make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, and thus won the title of earl. If you wear this soft armor close to your body, it can save your life at a critical moment."

Zhao Youtang quickly took it with both hands, but said, "Father, this is not good."

Zhao Zecheng glared and said, "What's good or bad? You have to return it after you use it. It's not like I passed it on to you."

"Oh, thank you very much, father."

Outside the window, Zhao Youxuan's heart was bleeding when he heard this. Although the heirloom was not passed on to Zhao Youtang, jealousy had already driven him almost crazy.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, then quietly left the yard.

At this moment, all he was thinking about was how to make his father pay attention to him again.

Zhao Youxuan returned to his yard before he finally dared to make a sound and slammed the teapot on the table away.

"Why, why? I am the eldest son of the Zhao family, and I will be the future Earl of Yongning. Why..."

……

The Ministry of Justice's prison was heavily guarded because of the last time someone broke into and assassinated a criminal, and even the military department was mobilized to defend it.

The Ministry of Justice was located in the north of the city, but it mobilized people from the Zhongcheng Bingmasi to defend it, and the commander of the Zhongcheng Bingmasi was Shi Xing.

From Lu Xi's series of actions, officials in the court quickly sensed something different.

An Jie, the son of the left prime minister, was responsible for the trial, and Shi Xing, the son of the right prime minister, was responsible for defense.

Although the two prime ministers had different political views, they were both loyal royalists. This showed that the emperor was determined to investigate the case thoroughly.

The Ministry of Justice had a small courtyard specially allocated for An Jie. Shi Xing's men surrounded the courtyard and did not even let people from the Ministry of Justice in.

After a few days, no one in the courtyard came out, and the people from the military department were responsible for their eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

People outside can only judge the situation inside through clues.

At midnight, in an inconspicuous courtyard in the south of the city.

The yard was dark, but an old man holding a lantern was standing at the door.

In the darkness of night, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat walked to the gate of the courtyard and talked to the old man at the gate. The old man then opened the gate and let the man in.

People went in, but the yard was still pitch dark, and there was no light coming from the three rooms in the yard.

After four or five people entered one after another, the old man blew out the lantern in his hand, turned back into the yard, and closed the door.

In the central hall of the three rooms, a circle of people were already sitting. With only the faint moonlight, everyone could only see a rough outline.

An old voice came from the middle seat: "Things are getting more and more difficult. I have no choice but to invite you all here today. Please forgive me."

An obviously impatient voice said, "Sir, if you have any suggestions, just tell me directly."

The old voice replied: "I have done everything I can. I thought I could succeed, but now it seems..."

The impatient voice said, "Don't talk about useless things. It's been a long time since the incident happened, but it's been brought up again because of your family's affairs. If you don't deal with it, who will?"

Then a sinister voice followed up, "That's right. We were all peaceful before, but you insisted on provoking the Investigation Bureau. Now that things have gotten out of hand, you should have dealt with the matter cleanly. Why did you invite us to this dark place?"

"I have even given up my own son. What else do you want me to do?" The old voice was also a little angry.

"If you really wanted to, you shouldn't have let him come to Beijing. Now the lives and property of so many people are in your hands. Shouldn't you give everyone an explanation?"

The old voice fell silent, and a young voice came from the darkness: "Everyone, the situation is critical now. It is time to work together. Don't argue about meaningless things."

"My nephew is right." The anxious voice was obviously flattering: "I wonder if my nephew has any good ideas?"

The young voice said, "I do have some information. I wonder if it can be of some help."

"Nephew, please speak."

"According to the information I received, Xu Lang is already dead. There is no evidence to prove this. The only person who still poses a threat to us is the instigator of this incident, Ling Chuan."

"Xu Lang is dead? Is this news from my nephew reliable?"

The young voice said, "In the small courtyard where the Ministry of Justice imprisoned Xu Lang, among the sundries discarded every day, there were a lot of blood-stained gauze and medicine residues for treating external injuries a few days ago. But since yesterday, the gauze and medicine residues have disappeared. Logically speaking, such a serious injury cannot be healed in a few days, so..."

The sinister voice said, "Nephew's inference is very reasonable, but the matter is of great importance. Do you have more direct evidence?"

The young voice continued, "There is another piece of evidence. I sent someone to ask the doctor who treated Xu Lang. According to him, Xu Lang's injury has not improved, but he was told yesterday that he didn't need to go anymore. I wonder if this evidence is enough?"