Who put the yellow robe on me?

The master smiled slightly, his expression confident: "Your Excellency does not know that this bastard is not a legitimate son, but the son of the Minister of War who was born after he had fun in Tianxiang Pavilion in his early years.

The child was raised by a wet nurse since he was young. He had a low status in the mansion and was often looked down upon and bullied. The reason was simple: his mother was a prostitute.

"My Lord, think about it, a bastard who has been treated coldly since childhood and whose mother was born in a brothel, how could he dare to go to the brothels outside?"

After hearing this, the Jingzhao prefect nodded slowly and said thoughtfully, "So, this plan is not unfeasible. But is this maid you mentioned really reliable?"

The master's eyes were cunning as he whispered, "Sir, don't worry. This maid is just an insignificant figure in the Minister of War's mansion. Although she is quite pretty, her status is very low. As long as we give her some silver, she will definitely act according to our arrangements."

If the plan is exposed, she can just take the money and run away without leaving us any trouble. Besides, if the plan succeeds, she can transform herself from a small maid into the wife of the young master of the mansion. Why wouldn't she obey?

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Weiqian's eyes. He slowly sat up straight and smiled coldly: "That's right, even if he is a bastard whose mother is a prostitute, this maid can't reach him.

Your idea is quite good. If executed properly, the Minister of War's residence will be in chaos, and I can report to His Royal Highness Prince Ru. I'll do as you say, but remember to do it cleanly. If anyone finds any clues..."

He didn't continue speaking, but slowly raised one hand and made a beheading gesture.

Master Gong understood, his expression unchanged, and he bowed his head respectfully, saying, "Don't worry, sir. I will ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Before he finished speaking, he had already bowed and retreated, ready to act according to the plan.

The prefect of Jingzhao watched his advisor's departing back, secretly calculating the pros and cons of all this in his heart. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

Master Gong contacted Chunli, a maid working in the residence of the Minister of War, promised her a large sum of money, and then carefully planned every detail.

Chunli was unwilling to accept the offer, knowing it was a capital crime. That was until Master Gong took out the thousand taels of silver and threatened her mother back home...

Three days later, the calm appearance in the capital was broken. A seemingly ordinary little maid walked to the gate of Jingzhao Prefecture with tears on her face and struck the drum to report to the emperor.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This little maid was Chunli, who had been bribed by the palace lawyer. She lowered her head and wiped her tears, then stood in front of the drum pretending to be aggrieved, attracting many onlookers.

When the Jingzhao prefect heard the drum beating, his brows furrowed, but then a cold smile appeared on his face. He patted the table lightly and ordered in a deep voice, "Open the court!"

In the hall, the prefect of Jingzhao sat in the middle, with yamen runners standing on both sides.

He looked sternly at the little maid kneeling in front of the hall and asked in a cold voice, "Who is kneeling in the hall? Why are you beating the drum to report? What grievance have you brought?"

Chunli looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling, "Your Excellency, I am Chunli, a servant girl in the residence of the Minister of War. However, last night I was raped by Guo Beikang, the third son of the Guo family. I have come here to file a complaint!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Weiqian frowned even more tightly and said coldly, "Nonsense! The Third Young Master is the son of Minister Guo, how could he do such a shameful thing? If you are talking nonsense, your crime will be even more serious!"

Chunli's face was pale, but a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. "Sir, I dare not speak nonsense. If I had no other choice, how could I dare to come here and file a complaint?"

"Well then," the Jingzhao prefect said solemnly, "tell us what happened in detail."

The little maid took a deep breath, as if she had gathered up all her courage, and choked up as she recounted the so-called "tragic experience" of that night.

Her voice was intermittent, sometimes choked, sometimes terrified, and she portrayed herself as an innocent victim, which was very moving.

The Jingzhao prefect's eyes were gloomy, half believing and half doubting. He turned to his attendants and ordered, "Come here, quickly ask the doctor to come and examine this woman to see if what she said is true."

Soon, an old doctor and a midwife hurried over. They twirled their long beards and went to the small hall next door to check Chunli's body.

A moment later, the old doctor whispered to the Jingzhao prefect, "Your Excellency, after the midwife's examination, this woman did show signs of being violated, and the wounds have not healed. I'm afraid this is... not false."

A cold glint flashed in Yang Weiqian's eyes, and he nodded. "In that case, Master Gong, please write down the details of this matter and have this maid sign and seal it." He looked at the little maid coldly and said in a stern tone, "If there is even a trace of falsehood in this matter, there will be severe punishment!"

The little maid signed the petition solemnly with trembling hands.

Seeing this, Yang Weiqian felt relieved and immediately ordered: "Throw this woman into jail and await further trial!"

The Jingzhao prefect pondered for a moment, then immediately ordered his men to prepare an arrest warrant and handed it to the head constable, sternly ordering, "Go to the Minister of War's residence and bring Guo Beikang to justice immediately!"

The captain received the order and was about to turn and leave when Master Gong came forward and whispered, "Sir, would you like to go to the Minister of War's residence in person?"

Yang Weiqian frowned and asked in confusion, "Why? Just let the captain lead the arrest. Why should I go there myself?"

Master Gong smiled, his eyes revealing some profound meaning: "My lord, think about it, you and the Minister of War have served in the same court for many years. If you can completely overthrow him this time, it would be best. But if things go wrong, wouldn't you become a great enemy with him?

If you go there in person, Your Excellency, you will appear courteous and considerate, and you will also be able to observe the development of the situation and take control of the overall situation. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

After hearing this, the Jingzhao prefect pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded with a tone of appreciation: "Master, your words make sense. Okay, then I will go there myself and meet the Minister of War!"

So, the prefect of Jingzhao put on his official robe, brought the chief constable and a group of yamen runners, and came to the residence of the Minister of War, Guo, in a threatening manner.

Along the way, he sneered in his heart, thinking that this time he would make Guo Wulie make a mess of things.

However, he also felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, always feeling that this matter seemed simple, but was actually full of dangers.

In front of the residence of the Minister of War, the Prefect of Jingzhao knocked hard on the door.

"Who are you looking for?" a security guard asked as he opened the door.

Yang Weiqian said, "Is Minister Guo here? I'm Yang Weiqian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. I have an important matter to discuss with you. Please come out and see me!"

When the doorman heard that the prefect of Jingzhao had come in person, he hurried in to report.

After a while, Guo Wulie came out in person, smiling happily and saying, "Lord Jingzhao, what brings you to my humble abode?"

Yang Weiqian said with a forced smile, "Master Guo, I am acting on orders. I am here today to investigate a case involving your son. I hope you will cooperate."

"Oh?" Guo Wulie asked, "I have three sons. I wonder which rebellious son Lord Yang is talking about?"

Yang Weiqian said, "It's the Third Young Master Guo Beikang. A maidservant has accused him of violence!"

"What?" A hint of anger flashed in Guo Wulie's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

He knew this was not the place to talk: "Master Jingzhao, please come in. If you have anything to say, let's go inside and talk in detail."

So, Guo Wulie led all the people from Jingzhao Prefecture into the main hall of Guo's mansion.