The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

The next day, in the imperial study.

Taking the blood letter handed over by Xu Wanchou, Jun Yi Guang lowered his eyes and took a curious look at it.

When he saw the contents of the blood letter clearly, he frowned and pondered for a moment. Then he looked up at Xu Wanchou who was standing in the middle of the imperial study and asked, "Lord Xu, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

"His Majesty……"

Xu Wanchou stood in the middle of the imperial study and bowed respectfully.

Although he knew that this question was very difficult, but thinking that this was a bloody case that involved many lives, and the victim of this bloody case was so persistent, he upheld his duty as the Dali Temple Minister and tried his best to persuade Jun Yi Guang: "Your Majesty, in fact, this case is all due to the insidiousness and cunningness of Hua Qide and Ma Bangao, and the late emperor just mistakenly trusted the traitors.

Now, it is all thanks to your Majesty’s wisdom that we have found out everything and uncovered the true identities of Hua Qide and Ma Bangao.

This matter is all thanks to your great blessing, Your Majesty. You should make it known to the world, rectify the situation, and clear the name of the Zhang family..."

"is it?"

Seeing that Xu Wanchou wanted him to overturn the verdict, Jun Yiguang sighed and reminded him helplessly, "But a son should not blame his father. Lord Xu, if I overturn the verdict decided by the late emperor, wouldn't it be telling the world that the late emperor was wrong?"

"and……"

Jun Yiguang frowned and glanced at the blood letter in his hand. He raised his eyes and reminded Xu Wanchou, "Besides, the entire Zhenguo Mansion has been executed, and Ma Bangao has been escorted to the capital. I have restored order and redressed the injustice and revenge for the Zhang family, right?"

"But the Zhang family has not been rehabilitated yet..."

"okay."

Seeing that Xu Wanchou was still unwilling to quit despite his repeated reminders, Jun Yi Guang looked dissatisfied.

Throwing the blood-written letter on the desk, he scolded coldly, "Xu Wanchou, I only asked you to confiscate your property and supervise your execution, but you actually made such a big fuss as robbing the execution ground.

If it weren't for the fact that you are young and have worked so hard, I would have demoted you long ago!"

"His Majesty!"

Xu Wanchou's heart tightened and he knelt down quickly, "I admit my guilt."

"Just admit your guilt."

After giving Xu Wanchou a meaningful glance and scolding him a few more times in a bad mood, Jun Yiguang sighed, "Alas, I know you have good intentions, but sometimes being too kind can lead to big mistakes."

"Your Majesty is holy."

At this point, Xu Wanchou knelt on the ground and could only nod, "Thank you for your teachings, Your Majesty. I understand."

"Well, it's good to understand."

Nodding with satisfaction, Jun Yiguang picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, then looked at Xu Wanchou and said, "Okay, get up. Since you are so thoughtful, I will allow you to find a beautiful place to bury Zhang Jing's body properly.

By the way, please light a stick of incense and tell her for me that there are some things I am unwilling to do.

It is just for the sake of royal dignity that I cannot do that."

"Yes, Wei Chen understands."

Nodding, Xu Wanchou could not say anything else and could only say goodbye and leave.

"Ugh……"

After Xu Wanchou left, Jun Yiguang sighed helplessly.

He put down the teacup and pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

After signaling Eunuch Fu to burn the blood letter, he picked up the red brush and continued to handle state affairs at his desk.

Taking advantage of the downfall of the Zhenguo Mansion, he purged a group of people and promoted a group of people... After rectifying the government and taking all the power into his own hands, everything gradually returned to peace...

But peaceful days are always short-lived.

On this day, news suddenly came from the imperial mausoleum that the prince could not bear the blow of being deposed. After learning that the entire family of the Duke of Zhenguo had been executed, he became insane and now he doesn't even know who he is...

Like a stone thrown into a huge lake.

After this incident spread to the capital, although it caused some ripples on the calm lake, for most people, a prince who had long been deposed was not worthy of too much attention.

Even Jun Yi Guang just remained silent and asked him to take good care of her.

At this moment, the only one who might still care about him is probably Hua Yuerong who is in the cold palace...

In the cold palace.

Hua Yuerong was wearing thin clothes and was shivering in a worn and dirty quilt.

When she heard the door of the outer hall creak, she knew that it was time for the daily meal in the cold palace. She rubbed her arms while shivering, and hurriedly got out of bed to pick up the rough bowl in the corner by the wall to get her meal.

"啕——"

Smelling the smell of slop in today's meal, Hua Yuerong frowned and dry-heaved.

Under the impatient gaze of the eunuch who delivered the meal, she pursed her lips to hold back her nausea and handed over her bowl.

Seeing the young eunuch impatient and leaving after serving the meal in a hurry, she hurriedly gave him a very awkward smile and asked the question again in a softer tone, "Eunuch, may I ask how the Crown Prince and the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion are doing now? And the Empress Dowager, has she not returned yet? Is there any news?"

"You really want to know?"

The young eunuch was so annoyed by Hua Yuerong that he had no choice but to snort and stretch out his hand, indicating that Hua Yuerong should show her respect.

"I……"

Hua Yuerong is short of money.

When she was sent to the cold palace, all the valuable things on her body were stripped away.

Now, she couldn't even find a decent and thick piece of clothing, so where could she go to find money to pay tribute to the little eunuch in front of her?

Lamenting that a phoenix with its feathers plucked is no better than a chicken, she raised her hand awkwardly, motioning the young eunuch to leave.

"Squeak-"

After closing the leaky door of the outer hall, Hua Yuerong bent down and picked up the bowl that the young eunuch had casually placed on the ground.

She rubbed her cold arms and returned to the inner hall. She sat on a worn-out bench with only three legs in the corner, holding the rice bowl on her knees…she silently chanted in her heart that only those who have endured hardships can become superior people, and that a woman can bend and stretch, and that everything will be fine after the Queen Mother returns. She held her breath, picked up the moldy and blackened chopsticks in the corner, gritted her teeth, and stuffed the messy food in the rice bowl into her throat…

Just as she was starving and trying hard to control her urge to vomit,

"Squeak-"

The old, leaky door of the outer hall was opened again, and Concubine Duan walked in from outside.

Her expensive embroidered shoes, which were inlaid with pearls and carefully made by the Shangyi Supervisor with gold needles and silver threads, and which usually did not get dusty, were now stepping on the gray, broken and cold tiles of the cold palace.

step by step.

Finally, he stopped in front of the abandoned queen Hua Yuerong, who was curled up on a broken stool in the corner and stuffing stale rice into her mouth...