I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

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Duanmu Xiongtu listened to Chen Liu's report with a gloomy expression. After a while, he frowned and spoke.

"So, Jiang Yuan from Taiping County is also a suspect?"

"Your Majesty, this is true. However, judging from the time of the crime, Jiang Yuan did not seem to have time to commit the crime. The reason he was let in was because the two of them had a grudge." Chen Liu said softly.

Duanmu Xiongtu nodded slightly. It seemed that Jiang Yuan didn't have any major problems.

Considering Jiang Yuan's talent, being a county magistrate is definitely a waste of his talent. Duanmu Xiongtu naturally had his own reasons for not promoting him.

Putting aside other things, Duanmu Yuanchen looks like a loser. Even if he inherits the throne in the future, how can he fight against those old foxes in the court?

Therefore, at this time, there must be a few people who are capable enough but will not rely on the various aristocratic families.

Jiang Yuan is one of Duanmu Xiongtu's target candidates.

It can be said that as long as Duanmu Yuanchen ascends the throne in the future, Jiang Yuan and his companions will surely transform into dragons.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Xiongtu suddenly stood up, his face visibly panicked.

A few days ago, the prince was hanged. When he left, he specifically instructed that no one was allowed to release him without his order.

It's almost been a week now. If a normal person was hung for a week, he would probably have problems if not die.

"Chen Liu, hurry up, let's go to the East Palace!"

"Your Majesty? Why are you going to the Eastern Palace?" Chen Liu was puzzled. They were talking just fine, so why did he suddenly go to the Eastern Palace?

"Let's go! Stop talking nonsense." After saying this, Duanmu Xiongtu rushed to the East Palace without stopping.

I have struggled for decades, and this is my only child.

Even though it's crooked now, it's better than being broken!

When the two arrived at the East Palace, Duanmu Xiongtu saw Wang Jin passing by and rushed over.

"Where is the prince?!"

Wang Jin's legs trembled and the lunch box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty! I'm in the room!" Wang Jin stammered, and Duanmu Xiongtu rushed over like a gust of wind.

Wang Jin was immediately panicked: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please take care of yourself. The Emperor has arrived! Come out to greet him!"

By the time Wang Jin finished shouting, Duanmu Xiongtu had already rushed to the door.

"It's over! These are completely ruined..." Wang Jin had a sad face. As the prince's personal eunuch, his role was to make an example of others.

"Rebel!"

After Duanmu Xiongtu called out, Chen Liu quickly opened the door for him.

When Duanmu Xiongtu looked up, the expression on his face froze instantly.

In the room, Duanmu Yuanchen, who was originally hung by one rope, is now hung by countless ropes.

Hundreds of ropes were intertwined to form a hammock. Duanmu Yuanchen even laid out bedding and various miscellaneous items, even a peach wood sword.

As their eyes met, Duanmu Yuanchen, who was biting a piece of watermelon, slowly spat out the watermelon seeds in his mouth and raised a piece of watermelon pretending to be calm.

"Father, would you like some?"

The situation was extremely awkward. Duanmu Yuanchen scratched his head and whispered, "Father, you only said to hang me up, but you didn't specify how many ropes to use. It seems that I am not disobeying you by doing this, am I?"

Duanmu Xiongtu felt complicated at this moment.

Duanmu Yuanchen did not really stay hanging for a few days, which made Duanmu Xiongtu feel a little happy. After all, his son was not a fool.

But why does this make me more and more angry the more I look at it?

Seeing that his father was silent, Duanmu Yuanchen calmly put down the watermelon and sat on the quilt. He picked up a book and flipped through two pages, then said slowly:

"Oh, I just took a short break, and today's four-hour reading time is about to begin again."

Duanmu Xiongtu's face turned completely black. Didn't he know the character of his own son?

"Okay, okay, Yuanchen, tell me what book you are holding in your hand." Duanmu Xiongtu sneered.

Duanmu Yuanchen's throat moved a few times, and he forced a smile: "Father, are you testing me? I know two words from the Book of Songs."

"Okay, then read one to me." Duanmu Xiongtu looked at Duanmu Yuanchen calmly.

Duanmu Yuanchen couldn't stop sweating on his forehead: "Father, I think it's unnecessary..."

"Read one!" Duanmu Xiongtu shouted in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll read it!" Duanmu Yuanchen said through gritted teeth, then pretended to turn two pages. He seemed a little dissatisfied, and turned a few more pages. Sweat had already begun to drip from his forehead.

"Father..."

"read!"

Duanmu Yuanchen had no choice but to bite the bullet and flip through a few more pages, groaning inwardly.

There were indeed a lot of books on the hammock. From the outside, it seemed that they were almost all famous works, including the Book of Songs, poetry collections, military strategies, and everything else.

But in reality, only the cover is real, and the inside is filled with miscellaneous books.

For example, the book in my hand, Young Abin, is so well written that it makes people feel like they are there.

It seems that my body has become stronger and stronger these days.

But at this moment, Duanmu Yuanchen wanted to die. How could he be so clumsy as to pick up this book? If he picked up any fantasy novel, he would be able to recite a single sentence!

You can't ask yourself to compose a poem on the spot, right?

Just when Duanmu Yuanchen was in trouble, Wang Jin walked in tremblingly with a lunch box in his hand. He put the lunch box aside with a deathly pale face and knelt on the ground decisively.

"Your Majesty, it was my idea for the Crown Prince to do this. Please punish me."

Duanmu Xiongtu glanced at him coldly: "You are so straightforward!"

Duanmu Yuanchen was about to cry, "Okay, Wang Jin, I've been nice to you every day. You really dare to help me when something happens!"

"Father, this is my order. It has nothing to do with Wang Jin. I beg you to only punish me." Duanmu Yuanchen spoke immediately.

His eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Duanmu Xiongtu. Based on his understanding of his father, who was a warrior, he still respected brotherhood. Then wouldn't I be able to capitalize on this display of brotherly love?

"What a wonderful scene of master and servant protecting each other." Duanmu Xiongtu sneered, but when he waved his sleeves, the cold voice came out again.

"If you can't recite this poem today, Wang Jin will die, and as for you, I will make your life worse than death!"

Wang Jin's heart skipped a beat. It was over. Everything had gone wrong.

How could he not know what the prince was like?

Not to mention reciting poetry, even writing his own name is difficult. This time he is completely finished.

Thinking of this, Wang Jin decided to go all out. He looked up at Duanmu Yuanchen and pointed to the lunch box beside him.

Even if I die, I'd rather die well-fed, right?

Duanmu Yuanchen had obviously misunderstood. He froze in place, as if struck by lightning. He trembled a few times and shouted excitedly, "I figured it out!"

"Father, I will compose a poem for you right now!"

Hearing this, a hint of suspicion flashed in Duanmu Xiongtu's eyes. What was going on?

"It's true that after ten days of absence, you should be able to see each other with new eyes. You can even write poetry. Well, then write one for me. If you can do it, not only will you two be acquitted, but you will also be rewarded handsomely!"

"But if you can't do it, haha." Duanmu Xiongtu looked at his son with a playful look.

"Are you serious, father?" Duanmu Yuanchen asked hurriedly.

Duanmu Xiongtu nodded calmly: "Sir, don't joke."

"Good! A gentleman's word is as good as gold!"

Duanmu Yuanchen clapped his hands with his fist, then looked at Duanmu Xiongtu with his head held high and chest puffed out, and slowly spoke:

"Ode to Rice, written by Duanmu Yuanchen of the Great Duan Dynasty."

"Eat, eat, eat, everyone has to work!"

"If I'm not hungry, I'll do two taels. If I'm hungry, I'll do one and a half pounds!"