Who put the yellow robe on me?

Master Gong also felt helpless. He frowned and whispered, "Master Yang, we really miscalculated this time. I didn't expect Guo Wulie to choose this method to resolve the crisis. However... we can still look for another opportunity."

Yang Weiqian nodded, a fierce light flashing in his eyes: "Guo Wulie is not only fighting us this time, he is also provoking the Ninth Prince. We must let him know that Jingzhao Prefecture is not so easy to mess with.

Come up with another idea. I want to see how long he can hold on!"

Master Gong was secretly shocked, knowing that Yang Weiqian usually obeyed the Ninth Prince's orders, and this time he was determined to make the Minister of War lose face.

He could only answer respectfully, "Don't worry, sir. Let me think of another way. This time, I will make him pay for it."

But his eyes revealed a hint of doubt, and he slowly said: "But my lord, looking at the performance of the Minister of War and Madam Guo today, I feel that there must be an expert behind the Minister of War.

Otherwise, with their abilities, it would be impossible for them to resolve our carefully planned situation so neatly and efficiently in such a short time."

Yang Weiqian snorted coldly, his inner uneasiness intensifying. "I think so too. Rescuing Guo Beikang is just the first step. There must be a deeper plan next. We must be prepared at all times."

At this moment, a yamen runner hurried over with a nervous look on his face: "Sir, there is news from outside. Lord Xiong, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, wants to see you."

Yang Weiqian and Mr. Gong were both startled when they heard this. Yang Weiqian frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding. "Why are the Ministry of Justice here? Could this be related to today's Guo family case?"

Master Gong also looked puzzled and whispered, "Sir, if the Ministry of Justice comes at this time, I'm afraid things are not going well."

Yang Weiqian nodded thoughtfully, then said to the yamen runner, "Quickly invite Lord Xiong to the main hall to meet him."

After a while, the door of the main hall of Jingzhao Prefecture slowly opened, and Xiong Zhiheng, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, walked into the main hall with a group of officials from the Ministry of Justice with solemn expressions.

Yang Weiqian was in the main hall. Seeing Xiong Zhiheng's scene, his heart suddenly sank, but he tried to remain calm and asked, "Master Xiong, what do you mean?"

Xiong Zhiheng stood still, his eyes as sharp as torches, and with a hint of coldness in his voice, "Don't blame me, Lord Yang. I received a report, so I came here to investigate the case."

Yang Weiqian's heart trembled, but he pretended to be calm on the surface. He smiled and asked, "Report? What does Lord Xiong mean?"

Xiong Zhiheng looked directly at Yang Weiqian and spoke in a resounding voice, "Someone reported that your family's advisor spent 1,000 taels of silver to instruct a maid named Chunli to seduce Guo Wulie, the third son of the Guo family, and then pretended to be assaulted in order to frame him."

When Yang Weiqian heard this, his face turned pale as paper, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.

Done!Done!

Everything is over. The trap he carefully designed has now been seen through by the other party, and they have launched a counterattack.

Master Gong was also stunned, his face equally pale.

He couldn't believe his ears. This was supposed to be a perfect plan, how could it suddenly turn out like this?

Countless thoughts raced through Yang Weiqian's mind as he tried to calm his inner panic and make a final struggle.

So he forced a smile and said to Xiong Zhiheng, "Master Xiong, there's no evidence to support this, just a simple report. Isn't it inappropriate for you to just take my master away like this?"

He hoped that his words could pry open a crack in the other person's heart, and there was also a hint of temptation and pleading in them.

However, Xiong Zhiheng had already seen through his thoughts, and the cold determination revealed in his eyes made Yang Weiqian feel even more depressed.

Xiong Zhiheng smiled faintly, his tone so calm it made people shudder. "Sir Yang, I only took the advisor away for questioning, not arresting him. As the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, Sir Yang should know the whole process better than I do."

Xiong Zhiheng's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Yang Weiqian's heart. He was speechless, as if all his rebuttals had become powerless in that moment.

Yang Weiqian's face turned pale, his lips trembling slightly, but he said nothing in the end. He knew that he could no longer reverse the situation, and all his struggles were in vain.

As soon as Xiong Zhiheng's order came, the yamen runners stepped forward without hesitation and escorted Master Gong out of the court. At that moment, an unprecedented fear appeared on Master Gong's face, and his eyes were filled with despair.

He struggled desperately, shouting hoarsely, "Master Xiong! It's unfair! This humble official is wronged! Master Yang, save me, save me quickly!"

Yang Weiqian looked at his master's eyes full of pleading, his heart full of contradictions.

The Ministry of Justice must have solid evidence when they came to arrest people this time, otherwise they would not have acted so swiftly.

If I rush to rescue him, I might not only fail to save Master Gong, but I might also get myself into trouble.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Weiqian decided to calm Master Gong down first and not let him involve himself.

He tried to force a comforting smile, his tone carrying a forced calmness: "Master Gong, please bear with it for a moment. I will report to His Majesty and rescue you immediately."

However, Yang Weiqian knew in his heart that this was nothing but a lie to deceive himself and others. He knew that he was no longer able to rescue his master from Xiong Zhiheng's clutches.

Without his advisor, Yang Weiqian's career path would be like a tiger with broken teeth.

Unexpectedly, the task arranged by the Ninth Prince Jiang Yu this time not only failed to destroy the opponent's strength, but instead destroyed his own strength.

He was filled with regret and self-blame, but he was also powerless and felt completely helpless.

Just as Xiong Zhiheng turned to leave, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Yang Weiqian, and said in a calm but meaningful tone: "Sir Yang, when I was interrogating Chunli, she said one last thing."

Yang Weiqian's heart trembled, and he quickly looked up at Xiong Zhiheng: "What did you say?"

Xiong Zhiheng smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "She said that she was very glad that she agreed to marry Guo Beikang, otherwise her current situation would probably be worse than it is now. Moreover, the Minister of War also said..."

"What?" Yang Weiqian felt exhausted.

Xiong Zhiheng narrowed his eyes, as if recalling that moment, and slowly said, "Master Guo also said, 'You lose both the wife and the army.'"

That sentence was like a sharp knife piercing his heart directly, and along with Xiong Zhiheng's cold tone, it completely broke down the last line of defense in his heart.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and his throat tightened, then a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth and splashed on the table in front of him. The bright red blood instantly dyed the white paper red, as if mocking his previous calculations and conspiracies.

Xiong Zhiheng looked at this scene with a sneer on his face, and his tone was filled with a bit of hypocritical concern: "Master Yang, you must pay more attention to your health. Don't neglect your health because you are busy with official duties.

Your body is the foundation of everything; if you lose it, nothing can be recovered."

Yang Weiqian watched Xiong Zhiheng leave contentedly, and felt dizzy and almost unable to stand.

He leaned on the desk, trying to support himself, but found that he was about to collapse.

All of this was actually the result of a joint plan by the Sixteenth Prince, the Right Vice Minister of Justice, and the Minister of War and his wife.

Only at this moment did Yang Weiqian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, realize that he had been schemed by the other party from the very beginning. Every move he made was within the other party's calculations, and he was just a chess piece on the chessboard that was manipulated at will.