Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Not long after, a sudden commotion erupted from the previously quiet Fengyi Palace. Listening closely, they discovered that it was the Shufei and Xianfei, along with a group of concubines, rushing in aggressively, claiming to pay their respects to the Imperial Noble Consort, Molan. However, they were mercilessly blocked from entering by Molan's trusted maid, Moxue, and other palace servants.

Mo Xue remained calm and said respectfully and firmly, "My lords, please forgive me. The emperor has already issued an order that no one is allowed to disturb the Imperial Concubine's rest. I hope you can understand."

Before she finished her words, Concubine Shu was already furious. She raised her hand and slapped Mo Xue hard, and shouted angrily: "You bold slave! How dare you, a mere palace maid, speak to me like that! Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!" The sudden slap made Mo Xue's cheeks red and swollen instantly, but she still stood straight and stood firm at the door without giving an inch.

At this moment, Mo Ran and Mo Yan, hiding in the shadows, saw everything. Seeing Mo Xue being beaten, they were both filled with indignation. Especially Mo Yan, he anxiously said to Mo Xuan beside him: "Brother, why don't we go and wake up the master quickly? We can't just watch Mo Xue get beaten!"

Mo Xuan frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, if we rashly go to wake up the master now, and if we are discovered by others, someone will definitely make a big fuss about it and frame the master for having an affair with another man. The consequences will be unimaginable... So let's just endure it and see how the situation develops." Although he was unwilling, Mo Yan finally followed Mo Xuan's advice, continued to hide in the dark, and closely followed the development of the situation.

Seeing those concubines becoming more and more arrogant and domineering, Mo Ran could no longer tolerate it. Just as he was about to show up and ask Mo Lan to come out and save Mo Xue, he saw Mo Lan wearing a gorgeous coat and slowly walked out from the inner room.

Mo Lan's face was as gloomy as water, her eyebrows were raised, and she said sternly: "How dare you! Who dares to make such a noise at the gate of my Fengyi Palace so early in the morning? It's totally outrageous!" Her voice was crisp and majestic, like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu, echoing in the courtyard.

The concubines had been arrogant at first, but upon seeing Molan appear, they wilted like eggplants hit by frost. They all knelt and saluted, saying in unison, "Greetings to the Imperial Noble Consort!" However, one of them spoke sarcastically, "Oh, the sun is almost shining on your buttocks, and you haven't even dressed yet, Your Majesty? Aren't you afraid of the emperor's reprimand?" It was the Concubine Shu who said this.

Molan glanced coldly at the nanny beside her and ordered, "Give Concubine Shu ten slaps on the face, hard. Anyone who commits the above offenses will be severely punished!"

Upon hearing this, the head nanny quickly bowed and replied, "Yes!" Then she signaled several palace servants to come forward and hold Concubine Shu firmly. Then, a series of crisp and loud slaps rang out. The nanny was merciless, hitting Concubine Shu mercilessly, one after another, leaving her cheeks red and swollen, and even a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

By the time the execution was over, Molan had quickly changed into a gorgeous outfit and sat calmly in the hall. She gently opened her red lips and said, "Everyone, sit down!"

The concubines hurriedly bowed again, saying in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Only Concubine Shu, now slumped in her seat with a look of resentment on her face, clutched her swollen cheek with one hand, her other tightly clutched in a handkerchief. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Molan, as if she wanted to poke holes in her. After all the concubines took their seats, Molan, smiling, instructed the maids around her to serve each of the present concubines an exquisite tea ceremony. The maids expertly moved through the crowd, gently placing cups of fragrant tea before each concubine.

After the palace maids served tea, Molan said elegantly: "From now on, sisters, you only need to come to Fengyi Palace to pay your respects to me on the first day of every month. You don't need to come to pay your respects on other days! Of course, if sisters want to come to me to chat about family matters or have a talk on weekdays, you are welcome at any time. However, I don't want to see a scene like today where someone breaks into Fengyi Palace by force!" After that, she slowly swept her eyes over everyone present, revealing a hint of majesty in her eyes.

Everyone responded, "Yes!" Mo Lan then gestured to Mo Xue beside her to distribute the gifts she had carefully prepared to the concubines present. She said softly, "Let's stop here for today. Sisters, please return to your respective palaces and rest. When I have finished my current affairs and have some free time, I will definitely invite you all to come to Fengyi Palace to enjoy the flowers together again."

Everyone nodded in agreement, then carefully accepted the gifts and bowed to Molan to take their leave. Soon, only Molan and Moxue were left in the palace. Seeing that everyone had left, Molan waved for Moxue to come over. She took out a small box from her bosom, and when she opened it, she found a box of ointment with a faint medicinal fragrance. Molan gently dipped her fingers into some ointment and gently applied it to Moxue's cheek, which had become red and swollen from the beating she had just received. She warned with concern: "Next time if you encounter a similar situation, remember to get away quickly! Don't stand there stupidly and let others beat you up. Don't forget that you belong to this palace!"

Mo Xue stood there quietly, feeling the gentle care from her master, like a spring breeze. Her heart was filled with warmth, and she was filled with emotion. The corners of her delicate mouth curled up slightly, like a blooming peach blossom, revealing an incomparably sweet smile. She responded softly, "Okay! Thank you for your concern, Master..."

Mo Lan on the side looked at Mo Xue with a smile, a hint of pampering in her eyes, and said softly: "Go and have a rest. When I am free in the next few days, I will take you out of the palace to play together!" Hearing this, the smile on Mo Xue's face became brighter, and she said happily: "Master is the best to us..." After that, she turned around happily and walked towards her room.

After Mo Xue left, Mo Lan gently waved her hand, signaling the nanny beside her to prepare breakfast for her. Soon, a delicious breakfast appeared before her. However, Mo Lan had no desire to enjoy the meal at the moment, as more important matters awaited her.

She turned and ordered her attendant to fetch the palace's account books. When the thick stack of books lay before her, Molan took a deep breath and began to carefully leaf through them. As each page came into view, her brows furrowed. The books listed various prices: a pound of eggs cost five taels of silver, a pound of vegetables three taels of silver, and pork a whopping ten taels per pound. As she flipped through the pages, the prices became increasingly outrageous, some items costing an astonishing amount.

Seeing this, Molan felt a splitting headache, as if countless ants were gnawing at her head. She forced herself to endure the discomfort and summoned her trusted confidant, Mo Ran, to join Mo Xuan in a thorough investigation of who in the palace had dared to engage in such blatant corruption. She also took out her badge and handed it to them, ordering them to mobilize the imperial guards to arrest the corrupt eunuchs and imprison them for rigorous interrogation.

After Molan finished sorting through the thick stack of account books, she couldn't help but sigh deeply, thinking to herself, "No wonder the treasury is so empty! It turns out there are so many corrupt officials in the palace, eroding the country's wealth."

Zhao Zhen, returning from a busy day of government affairs, found Molan sitting at a table, rubbing her temples. His heart tightened, and he hurried forward, asking with concern, "Mo'er, are you feeling unwell? Tell me quickly."

Molan raised her head, her eyes full of resentment. She gritted her teeth and said, "My husband, do you know how greedy those eunuchs in the palace are? Originally, you could buy a catty of pork for 10 cents, but now they dare to ask for 10 taels per catty; and the price of ordinary vegetables has soared from 3 cents per catty to 3 taels per catty! Look at the account records at the back, I'm afraid I'll be so angry that I vomit blood on the spot!" After that, she slammed the account book in her hand heavily on the table.

Zhao Zhen's face darkened upon hearing this. He casually picked up the account book and flipped through a few pages. Listening to Mo Lan's account, he immediately understood that this matter was no small matter; the problem was probably far more serious than he had imagined. His brow furrowed, and after a moment's contemplation, he spoke, "Send Mo Ran here and have him lead a thorough investigation. Anyone found guilty of corruption will be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for a thorough interrogation!"

For the next month, Molan and Zhao Zhen worked tirelessly and tirelessly on this shocking case. Finally, their efforts paid off. After a thorough investigation and rigorous interrogation, they confiscated a staggering 13 million taels of silver from the eunuchs and corrupt officials. Zhao Zhen was furious at this staggering sum, and his face was filled with rage. A bloody storm erupted throughout the palace and even the imperial court.

Upon investigation, it was revealed that many of the eunuchs implicated in the case had colluded with ministers at court to embezzle the treasury. Zhao Zhen acted decisively, ordering the removal of these corrupt officials from office and severe punishment, including public beheading. Suddenly, heads fell to the ground throughout the capital, staining the streets red with blood. The people applauded the emperor's wisdom and wisdom.