After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

It would be impossible for them to settle the Yin-Yang account books alone. The people brought by Xie Lang were good at fighting, but when it came to settling accounts, everyone felt overwhelmed and said they were not good at it.

"Don't make it difficult for them. Everyone has their own strengths. Let them go out and find some accountants. There are also the accountants in the prefecture. Anyone who dares to tamper with them will be severely punished and made an example of."

Wen Hemian suggested.

Xie Lang also understood this principle.

He waved his hand: "Listen to the Master, go quickly and come back soon."

As long as they don't make things difficult for them, everything is fine. As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him quickly disappeared. He was braver than the people who had been following Xie Lang all year round.

Wen Hemian let Xie Lang do whatever he wanted as long as it didn't require him to intervene. He didn't know how Xie Lang trained his subordinates. Seeing this, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Xie Lang seemed to see her doubts and smiled: "It is not a good thing for my subordinates to be completely afraid of me."

Wen Hemian nodded: "That's the truth."

Xie Lang's men acted quickly and soon found many accountants. No matter how urgent the situation was, they found out the details of these people and only dared to bring them before the emperor after confirming that they were innocent.

Time was short and the task was heavy. While counting the account books, Zhou Ting also took his men to search the prefectural government. Not only did they find several boxes of silver ingots, they also found some letters. Although they were not disposed of, the letters were very cautious in their communications and there were not many clues from the text.

So encrypted letters work at all times.

Ning Hechu hid this place very well and seemed to care a lot about it, but in fact he had been prepared for a long time. If an accident happened, he would probably abandon it at the first moment.

"Old fox."

Wen Hemian frowned and commented calmly.

This was also her first impression of Ning Hechu.

Xie Lang: "Sooner or later, the tail will be exposed."

"Come to think of it..." Wen Hemian suddenly said, "He was also the top scholar in the past, so how come he became a traitor later on? Is there really no other reason behind this?"

The original book's description of Xie Lang is brief enough, and the description of Ning Hechu is even briefer.

After all, he appeared as a background character, and his life trajectory was almost blank. Except for some description when he was overthrown in the end, he was not mentioned before.

"I don't know. I sent someone to check, but they couldn't find it."

Xie Lang was unwilling to allow a major threat to act arrogantly under his nose, so the spies never withdrew. As a result, they did not find out anything about Ning Hechu, but instead found out Wen Hemian's secret.

How could it not be a blessing in disguise?

Xie Lang stroked the teacup slowly.

"I still feel something is wrong." Wen Hemian did not jump to conclusions. "It just so happens that we are in his hometown now, so we can investigate further."

Speaking of this, Wen Hemian suddenly realized that Mingzhou might have some luck, as Xie Lang's mother and Ning Hechu were both from this place.

Xie Lang nodded indifferently: "Yeah."

Anyway, no matter what Ning Hechu's past was, he had to be eliminated. It would make the Taifu feel more at ease, so there was no harm in investigating.

Wen Hemian saw what he was thinking, but didn't point it out. Instead, he asked, "Since you're here, do you want to build a cenotaph for the Queen Mother?"

Although Xie Lang didn't say much, he was actually thinking about her. In the second year after he ascended the throne, he proposed to posthumously confer the title of Empress Dowager Huiyi on his mother. It was just a title and not important, so it was implemented as long as no one objected.

When the empress dowager died, she was a concubine in the cold palace and a small tomb was built for her. After she was posthumously honored, her tomb was moved to the imperial mausoleum. But probably few people know that she was born in Mingzhou.

A cenotaph is just a thought.

It all depends on whether Xie Lang wants to do it.

After the words were spoken, there was a long silence.

Wen Hemian was not in a hurry to get his answer, nor did he continue speaking. His eyes slowly moved across the teacup and he found that the fingertips of Xie Lang holding the cup were faintly white, and he did not seem as calm as he appeared.

After a long time, the young man said in a low and hoarse voice: "I will ask someone to find out where she lived before."

Wen Hemian had no idea what he thought of his mother, and this knot in his heart could only be resolved by himself.

After all, being born into an imperial family is the greatest sorrow.

"I heard that most women in Mingzhou are passionate. I think the Queen Mother would be happy if you could come over here and take a look."

Wen Hemian spoke in a cheerful tone; she didn't want Xie Lang to fall into sadness.

Xie Lang didn't refute: "Yeah."

The gloomy atmosphere around him dissipated a little, and he pulled himself out of his previous emotion, with a smile on his face: "The officials' corruption will be investigated by my subordinates. Master, will you accompany me for a walk?"

It will take a while to get results.

Wen Hemian nodded.

There was a lot of noise when they came, and it was no secret that the prefectural government office was surrounded. After they had been busy for a while, it was already evening, and people gathered outside to watch the fun. In the end, they had to go out through the back door.

Mingzhou is not wealthy, but the people live a decent life. On weekdays, life is uneventful, but once something happens in the prefecture, it is discussed everywhere, and street vendors cannot escape the law of gossip.

"Come to think of it, the prefect is usually very nice to us. What has happened?"

"Oh, that's good, but the sons of his family are not easy to mess with. I heard that they were held accountable because they offended an important person."

The person who spoke was an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He lowered his voice and spoke in a very serious manner.

"A noble person? But doesn't our prefect have a very good relationship with the Prime Minister in the capital? Could there be someone more noble than this?"

"Well, maybe it's just for the sake of appearance. Don't forget each other when you become rich and powerful is just talk." The man sneered again, "To be honest, I used to serve in the Zhong family, and I saw the two of them fighting for a woman..."

The low voice fell completely into the ears of Wen Hemian and Xie Lang who were sitting on the other side.

Wen Hemian glanced at the secret guard who had blended into the conversation without any flaws, and raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a thing?"

Xie Lang snorted: "Who knows."

It can be seen that he is really not interested in Ning Hechu's affairs.

Wen Hemian, however, rarely wanted to investigate a matter to the end, so he knocked on the table and ordered, "Investigate the news just now in detail."

The guard beside him responded.

It was obvious that the man didn't know much, and any further talk he had would be nothing but useless nonsense, so the secret guard quietly slipped away.

It was boring for Wen Hemian and Xie Lang to continue sitting there, so they paid the bill and continued shopping.

Customs vary from place to place. Just as Wen Hemian said, women in Mingzhou are much more enthusiastic. Those selling flowers and handkerchiefs have clear and elegant voices.

Wen Hemian caught a glimpse of something and had an idea.

Xie Lang glanced at the hairpin jewelry sold by the stall next to her and thought that she should find a chance to prepare them. Regardless of whether the Grand Tutor liked it or not, she should have one too if others had it.

As I was thinking, I felt a light tap on my shoulder, a tap with such force that no one would think twice.

Xie Lang came back to his senses: "Teacher..."

The next second, a large bouquet of flowers was unexpectedly stuffed into the boy's arms.