The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Ning Yi pointed at Zhao Jianwen, whose face was pale and bloodless on the ground. "Your son just held up a sword and yelled at me, 'Even the gods can't save me today.' I was so scared that my whole body was shaking."

Zhao Yinghong glared at Zhao Jianwen lying on the ground. "You bastard, you are so arrogant. You actually said such words to the Sixth Prince. Are you out of your mind?"

The Sixth Prince's father has really come. Do you think you, a little bastard, could have survived until now? You would have been executed by slow slicing long ago.

No matter how much Zhao Yinghong hated his son, he had to save him. Who asked him to save such a son? And if he was not careful, his whole family would be in trouble.

He smiled bitterly and advised: "Your Highness, my son is just a conflict. He dare not offend the royal family in the slightest."

Having said that, Ning Yi shook his head slightly: "Minister Zhao, how can I believe what you say now?"

"Look at my clothes, the knife marks are still there."

There was a knife mark on his clothes, obviously caused by being cut.

Zhao Jianwen on the ground exclaimed quickly: "That, that was scratched by him himself."

It was clearly the Sixth Prince who was blaming himself just now. How can we blame him?

This time, not only Zhao Yinghong looked at the cut on Ning Yi's body with an ugly expression, but others also looked at him strangely.

This Sixth Prince is such a scoundrel. He cut himself and blamed it on Zhao Jianwen.

But Ning Yi glared and said coldly: "Could it be that this broken sword was also cut by this prince himself?"

"Could it be that this mess in the room was also caused by this prince himself?"

"Just now, you were holding a long sword and shouting at me to kill. I was so frightened that my clothes were damaged by the sword. If it weren't for the sharp dragon-patterned sword given to me by my father, I would have been killed by you."

Zhao Jianwen didn't dare to refute, because he was the one who did all this.

Ning Yi looked calmly at Zhao Yinghong, whose eyes were red and who was glaring fiercely at Zhao Jianwen on the ground: "Minister Zhao, he wouldn't dare disrespect the royal family if you said so."

"What he meant was, can he kill other people at will?"

"That's not what I meant. Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense." Zhao Yinghong immediately retorted.

Although for him, other people are not a concern, as long as they are not royal family members, he can deal with them.

Even other princes would give him some face as the Shangshu.

But Ning Yi snorted coldly: "But I have already told him that this is the capital, this is the emperor's feet, and the laws of the Great Wu Kingdom will never allow you to do whatever you want."

"But your son actually arrogantly shouted that he is the law and no one in the entire capital dares to mess with him."

In fact, every arrogant young man would shout such words.

Zhao Yinghong also believed that his disappointing son would definitely shout it out in public.

But now that the Sixth Prince had such an advantage over him, he felt really uncomfortable.

Zhao Yinghong simply said, "Your Highness, how can we release my son?"

He knew that Ning Yi had been holding on to his son for some other reason, and it was impossible for him to fight to the death with a Minister of Works like him.

According to the Sixth Prince's character, his son would have been headless long ago for being so disrespectful and arrogant to him just now. The body of the third-rank official who was killed is still warm.

Ning Yi didn't rush to answer. He glanced to the side and frowned: "This is the best restaurant in the capital, and they don't even have tea."

"Yes, yes, yes. Your Highness, please wait a moment." The shopkeeper of Wangyue Tower was the most active at this time and immediately urged the servants to bring tea.

There were people in the room, some were kneeling, and some were looking at this side curiously.

After the shopkeeper personally brought the tea and poured it, Ning Yi slowly poured the tea and held the teacup.

As for the teacup in front of Minister Zhao, he was too lazy to even touch it. He just wanted to finish with the Sixth Prince as soon as possible and take his silly son home.

Ning Yi said seriously, "Minister Zhao, this prince has been busy with the disaster relief work in Jiangdong recently. It's been a headache for me. After all, there are millions of people affected by the disaster in Jiangdong."

"This prince has tried his best, and with the support of his father, he has finally managed to find a large amount of disaster relief grain."

"But the disaster in Jiangdong is difficult to deal with. Not only do we need to provide food for the victims, but we also need to help Jiangdong repair the riverbank. Otherwise, what will we do if there is another disaster next year?"

He paused, then shook his head and sighed, "This prince is so worried. I have a terrible headache and just want to go out and relax. It's said that this Moon Watching Tower is the best tower in the capital, so I'll come and sit down and think about how to provide disaster relief."

"But your son suddenly barged in, shouting for war and killing, and insisted on chopping me up. I've already paid for the room and the food. I'm just here to relax and have a meal. Who am I provoking?"

Ning Yi looked at Zhao Yinghong, whose mouth was already twitching, with a voice full of emotion: "Sir Zhao, as the Minister of the Great Wu State, you are well-known and renowned, and you are the pillar of our Great Wu State. You said that this prince was already heartbroken by the disaster in Jiangdong, and then your son messed it up. As a father, shouldn't you atone for his sins?"

Zhao Yinghong now understood that the Sixth Prince was actually coming for him.

Worrying about disaster relief and coming to Wangyue Tower to relax is pure nonsense.

They were using his son as bait to force him to come forward in person.

Zhao Yinghong naturally wouldn't agree to this. He also looked embarrassed: "Your Highness, I know that Jiangdong is in great trouble, but I can't help."

"After all, I am only the Minister of Works, not the Minister of Revenue, so there is nothing I can do."

Ning Yi seriously despised him for pretending to be ignorant when he knew the truth.

"Sir Zhao, I have already found a lot of money and grain, so I don't need to ask the Ministry of Revenue anymore. But we need craftsmen to repair the river embankment. Everyone knows that the Ministry of Works manages the best craftsmen in Dawu State."

Who knew he would just say it.

Zhao Yinghong immediately rejected the idea: "No, Your Highness. Although the disaster in Jiangdong is important, the defense in the north is even more important."

"The northern barbarians could march south at any moment, so the defensive cities across the north need repairing. This is an order from His Majesty himself, and I dare not disobey. Why don't you go and ask for the imperial decree? I will do my utmost to support His Majesty in repairing the river embankment."

He is just shirking responsibility. This matter is not his responsibility. If you, the Sixth Prince, want to repair the river embankment, go and ask the emperor for an imperial decree.

Ning Yi naturally knew that this old guy was just fooling people with his nice words.

He shook his head slightly: "Ah, this prince naturally knows that the defense of the north is important, but Jiangdong only needs a small number of craftsmen."

"Master Zhao, you can't even allow this?"

Zhao Yinghong said seriously, "Your Highness, I really cannot make a unilateral decision on this matter. How about this? Tomorrow, I will personally go to the palace with Your Highness and explain it to His Majesty in person. I will do my best to help Your Highness."

If it were someone else, they would really believe what he said, but Ning Yi didn't believe this hypocritical old guy.