To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

Thinking that Ying'er is pregnant.

The concubine is also a reckless person.

Xu Qihuai looked nervous: "Aren't you going to stop me?!"

Ziyin shook her head, knelt on the ground and begged, "We servants can't stop him at all. Please, Your Highness, go back and take a look."

"This..." Xu Qihuai looked at the two of them in embarrassment.

Jiusu said: "The Crown Princess is pregnant and weak. She cannot be stimulated or hurt. You should go back first. If there is anything, we will come to you."

Xu Qihuai nodded and put down the prince's token.

“Seeing this is like seeing me.”

……

Jiang Jing looked up, his face full of dark clouds. He said, "I will go back to the Dali Temple first, and work with Lord Song to attack the left and right inspectors and put pressure on the Censorate. The matter of the Li Mansion's shop can only be investigated by you."

He turned sideways and bought an oil-paper umbrella.

“When you go out, remember to hold an umbrella.”

Jiusu felt a sour taste in her throat, and she went forward to hug the man, pressing against his chest. Time was running out, and she couldn't afford to be sick of him, so she raised her eyes.

Thousands of words, condensed into one sentence.

"Thanks."

Jiang Jing patted her head lovingly: "It's my duty."

Looking at the beautiful figure leaving, he put away his smile. He could feel her panic and exhaustion, and he felt distressed.

Song Wang was handling official business.

After hearing Jiang Jing's thoughts, he frowned and asked, "Are you crazy?"

Jiang Jing took a sip of tea: "This is the calmest way I can think of. Let me say hello to you first."

He put down the porcelain cup and turned to go to the Censorate.

Left Censor-in-Chief Jie Kai put down his official documents and walked into the courtyard. He smiled and asked, "Master Jiang, is there anything I can help you with?"

Jiang Jing bowed and said, "I am here to investigate a case."

Jie Kai smiled and said, "Master Jiang, have you come to the wrong place? This is the Censorate, not the Dali Temple."

Jiang Jing said: "I came to the Censorate to handle a case."

This really confused Jie Qian.

However, the Right Censor-in-Chief was not so good-tempered.

Kuai Wenshi said in a deep voice: "If you want to come to the Censorate, you should first ask for your resignation from the Emperor. However, there is no place for you in the Censorate. You may only be able to be a doorman."

"Don't be rude." Jie Qi turned around and glanced at him.

Jiang Jing lowered his eyes and smiled, "Even if it's just sweeping the front door, it has to be swept thoroughly. I won't allow anyone to be tortured into confessing under my nose. I'm not here to discuss this with you two, but to redress injustice for someone."

Kuai Wenshi took a few steps forward, his face gloomy, and waved to call for help.

In an instant, Jiang Jing was surrounded.

"Why, are you here to cause trouble at the Censorate?"

Jiang Jing took a step forward, and there was only a distance of two fists between them. He said in a more serious tone: "Even if I come to the Censorate to make trouble, you have a lower official position than me, so you have no right to stop me. Besides, I have a reason and a basis, and I have the right to come here."

Originally it was between the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate.

It is a relationship of mutual restraint and mutual entanglement.

Kuai Wenshi pointed his finger and refused to give in: "What rights do you have? This is not the Dali Temple! You are not allowed to act wildly here."

He is anxious.

Make a fist and hit.

The wind blew past him, Jiang Jing was prepared, he turned his head, grabbed his wrist tightly, pushed hard, and saw him stagger back.

"Have you taken all the responsibilities of the three divisions?"

Kuai Wenshi was stunned: "What?"

Jiang Jing concentrated his thoughts and said in a calm voice, "The Dali Temple is responsible for judging, the Ministry of Justice is responsible for reviewing, and the Censorate is responsible for supervision. Don't the Right Censors know about this? It seems that the rumors at that time were true."

Rumor?

Kuai Wenshi’s back stiffened.

As for what the rumor is, everyone knows it.

He bought his official position.

His face turned pale. "I, I just didn't remember for a moment. You said you came here to investigate a case. What case are you investigating?"

Jiang Jing said: "You used severe punishment on Ju'an Marquis in an attempt to force him to confess. Now, I want to bring the Marquis back to the Dali Temple."

"Impossible!" Kuai Wenshi refused. "Everyone knows that the Marquis is your future father-in-law. You have a special relationship. The Marquis cannot go with you. Besides, our Lord is investigating the Marquis' case and is about to make some progress. Please go back, Lord Jiang!"

Jiang Jing was firm in his attitude.

"Today I must take the Marquis away from the Censorate, otherwise, he will be severely punished and killed!"

Kuai Wenshi shouted, "How can we allow you to be so presumptuous? Come, drive him out."

Jiang Jing sneered, "Master Jie, don't you have the final say in the Censorate? Was it your idea to impose a heavy sentence on the Marquis?"

"Wait." Jie Qian waved his hand to drive away the guards. He repeatedly caught the word "severe punishment". He looked at his subordinates who lowered their heads and asked, "I have never ordered the use of severe punishment on the Marquis. Did you give the order?"

If it was really his order, then things would be tricky.

My Lord, how can he fight like that?

Kuai Wenshi quickly knelt on the ground and clasped his fists: "I dare not. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to the prison to ask."

Jie Qian looked at the person next to him and said, "Go ask."

Soon, the man came back.

"Your Excellency, the Marquis was not tortured."

Jie Qian's black eyes turned, he straightened his body, and his voice became deep: "My dear nephew Jiang, I don't mind you breaking into the Censorate because we are officials in the same dynasty, but you are speaking nonsense and slandering me. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Jiang Jing turned around and drew out his guard sword.

"I saw with my own eyes that the Marquis was beaten to the point of having only one breath left. If you don't get out of the way, perhaps the Censorate will become a hell of torture for forced confessions!"

Kuai Wenshi stood up from the ground and pleaded, "Sir, he wants to destroy the Censorate so that the Dali Temple can become a famous investigation office. As long as you give the order, I will take the guards to drive him out! I will also report him to the palace tomorrow!"

Jie Qian's expression was tense. To be honest, he didn't want to have a grudge with Jiang Jing.

It is only natural that the two departments should check and balance each other.

"Master Jiang, I understand that you were impulsive because of Miss Jiu. Please leave now. I will pretend that you have never been here."

Jiang Jing said: "What I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, just follow me to see it. It will be too late if you are late."

He held the hilt of the sword.

It was decided before I came.

If Lord Xie disagrees, then he will break in. As long as he breaks in, Lord Xie will catch up with him, and everyone will see the truth. Breaking into the prison of the Censorate will result in a demotion at most.

It’s better than something happening to the Marquis.

Jie Qian calmed down and said, "Master Jiang, please leave. Please rest assured that I am still in charge of the affairs of the Censorate."

Jiang Jing stood up straight, his figure was slender, the sword stood at his side, the breeze blew his black hair, his character was fully revealed, and his unyielding spirit made people fear from the bottom of their hearts: "As the Minister of Dali Temple, I know that someone has been framed, so I should intervene."

He held the sword in front of him.

"I want to take the Marquis back to the Dali Temple. You tortured the prisoner and forced him to confess. Tomorrow, I will report to the emperor."

Jie Qian's face was not looking good: "You are going too far! Kick him out..."

Suddenly, a strong and powerful voice was heard.

"Uncle Jie, am I here at the wrong time?" Song Wang walked to Jiang Jing, patted his shoulder, and sighed slightly. Just imagine, if his relatives were arrested, he would also resort to the same desperate measure.

No etiquette or law is more important than saving your life.

If Jiang Jing hadn't come, the Marquis might have died.