Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

The emperor nodded, also making his attitude clear. He and the imperial teacher would continue to watch from the sidelines and would not intervene.

Xin Ye had expected the emperor's attitude, but he did not guess that he would express his opinion directly in front of Ji De.

When the others saw Jide suddenly turn around and salute, they all looked over there. However, some of them were blocked from view, while others were restricted by the darkness and could not see anything.

"What is Ji De doing?"

"Isn't this a salute to God? Otherwise, who is worthy of this salute of accumulating virtue?"

Some people wanted to reply "Your Majesty", but then they thought, how could the emperor suddenly appear here at this time? Moreover, doing good deeds is considered a thief. If the emperor were here, how could he just stand by and watch?

So he swallowed his words silently.

However, their attention was immediately drawn to Ji De's actions, and not many people took that little episode to heart.

The main reason why Ji De chose to work in Jing'an Marquis' Mansion was that he was the highest-ranking official among this group of parasites. Secondly, in addition to corruption, he also secretly pushed for the return of the silver.

In addition to settling accounts, Marquis Jing'an was rich and powerful. After receiving the letter of warning of good deeds, he not only strengthened the guards and protection, but also divided the family's money into small pieces and let his confidants take it away in batches.

The fast-running confidant has already left the capital. If an ordinary person wanted to chase him, he would probably have to ride at full speed for a whole day before catching up.

Unfortunately, “accumulating virtue” is not something that ordinary people can do.

As early as when they discovered Jing'an Hou's arrangement, the two of them had already marked his confidants with location symbols, and were not afraid that they would escape from their grasp.

Then, the screen showing the Jing'an Marquis's mansion switched to various sub-channels again, showing Jing'an Marquis's confidants one by one. Only a few of these confidants were visible and recognized by someone.

"Isn't that the chief steward of Marquis Jing'an?"

"That's Marquis Jing'an's personal bodyguard!"

"Huh? That's Master Lao? He's actually Marquis Jing'an's man!?"

There were also some trusted aides who did not escape, such as some officials and generals in office.

Seeing these people, even ordinary people who don’t understand the treacherous officialdom can see it clearly - this Marquis Jing’an is restless!

When the emperor saw this scene, he jumped up. He didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise. Ji De had helped him catch a big fish!

Ji De not only gave him money, but also helped him deal with the termites. He was simply his lucky star!

I wonder which deity Ji De is serving?

Should he help build a temple so that this deity can enjoy the offerings from the people of Zhao?

The more the emperor thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. However, how could he connect it with Ji De?

The emperor turned to look at the Imperial Master and threw his thoughts and questions to him: "Is there any solution, Imperial Master?"

The Imperial Master couldn't do anything about other things, but now that he has done good deeds, if we send him a message, he will still be able to do it.

The national teacher took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, wrote a message on it, then folded it into a paper crane, muttered some incantation, blew a breath, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew towards Ji De with a clear goal.

Xin Ye, who was about to take action, looked at the paper crane that suddenly appeared in front of him, then turned to look at where the emperor and the imperial teacher were sitting. The imperial teacher made sign language, indicating that he should accept the paper crane.

The rhythm was suddenly disrupted, and Xin Ye felt as if a breath was stuck in his heart, neither able to breathe up nor down.

Finally he rolled his eyes, quickly grabbed the paper crane and put it in his trouser pocket, with a calm look on his face as if nothing had happened.