After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Carriage, Miss, are you planning to go out tomorrow?"

Yang Nanyao asked curiously.

Li Shiliu nodded and said, "Father has important official duties to attend to, so his leave will end early.

I had already made an agreement with my father that as soon as his rest period was over, I would go to live in a farm outside Yuanjing City for a few days.

This time, Yaoyao, you don't have to go with me. I will take Feicui out alone tomorrow. Zhenzhu will go back to meet her fiancé and prepare for the wedding.

Yaoyao, you should stay at home. Your father is very busy with work, so someone has to take care of the family. It will be hard for Yaoyao for a while."

……

Early in the morning of the next day, when it was just getting light, a brand new carriage stopped at the gate of Li's house. The driver was an honest farmer in his early 2s. He looked simple and honest, but there was nothing memorable about him. He was one of those ordinary faces that people forget at first sight.

After Zhenzhu walked up to the common-looking coachman and talked for a few words, she nodded, turned around and raised her hand, asking the servants in the mansion to start loading things onto the carriage.

On the other side, Li Lianggong, who was wearing the official robe of the Minister of Revenue, had not slept all night. His eyelids were almost unable to keep up. He was holding a memorial with wet ink on it, sitting in the carriage driven by Uncle Song, nodding his head and dozing off like fishing.

After all, there is a tough battle to fight in the morning court later. If you don’t get enough rest, how can you fight against the heroes alone?

After Li Shiliu boarded the carriage driven by the farmer, she was still a little worried. She looked back in the direction her father Li Lianggong left. She didn't get into the carriage until the sky turned pale.

The sun that had just risen revealed a tiny arc. In the solemn and dignified Golden Throne Hall, Emperor Jiade, dressed in a dragon robe, sat high up at the top. He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced majestically and slowly at the court officials one by one.

It is really ironic that during the court meeting, each of these ministers appeared to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but their hearts were full of selfish calculations.

"If you have something to report, please report it. If you don't, please leave the court..."

Li Chengen, the chief eunuch beside Emperor Jiade, skillfully raised his voice and shouted loudly day after day.

"My lord, I have a plan to report..."

An old but powerful and high-pitched voice rang out in the Golden Throne Hall.

Upon hearing this unforgettable voice, Emperor Jiade frowned reflexively.

It was that old fellow, the Imperial Censor Chai Liangji. What he reported during the court meeting must be bad news.

Not only Emperor Jiade, but everyone in the Golden Throne Hall couldn't help but feel their heartbeat quicken when they heard the Iron-headed Censor's words "I have something to report". Everyone felt insecure and kept repeating in their hearts, "It's not me, it's not me".

When it comes to arousing the heart, it seems that this old man is much better than those stunning beauties.

"This old fellow Chai Liangji actually has something to report. I wonder which idiot will run into the hands of this iron-headed censor Chai Liangji this time. It's really unlucky for me. If I mess with this old guy, I will be skinned alive if I don't die."

After silently complaining a few words in his heart, Emperor Jiade instinctively doubted himself, wondering if he had done something earth-shattering recently to attract the old man Chai Liangji.

After feeling guilty, the Emperor, who could not afford to lose, pulled the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, forced himself to cheer up, and asked in a friendly manner, "Who will the old censor impeach today?"