After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

[Everyone, to borrow the words from that article, if I stand by and watch indifferently today, who will cheer for us when disaster strikes in the future?]

"Brother, what you said resonates with me. We will all have children in the future. Just think about it: if we as parents work hard to raise our children, only to be tortured to death by the powerful, how ridiculous is that?"

"Well said, let's go together and ask the leaders of the various departments and the current emperor what will happen to us common people?"

If the Emperor is willing to deceive us common people just to protect Prince An, then why should we still be loyal to this court?

[You are right. If we have studied hard for ten years and only associate with such mediocre and shameful people, then it is better not to take the imperial examination.]

[Yes, it doesn’t matter if you don’t take the test]

Students from all over the country gathered here, each holding a newspaper in their hands, denouncing the Fangyuan incident with grief and indignation.

Then they split up and rushed to different government offices to protest against the court's unfair handling of the matter.

Some went to the gate of the imperial palace, some went to the gate of the Dali Temple, and some went to the gates of the Censorate and the Ministry of Justice.

The most popular place is the gate of Prince An’s Mansion.

Countless people held tattered vegetable leaves and bricks and protested against Prince An's mansion, smashing it and destroying it. Prince An was so angry that he cursed loudly in his study and then sent people to ask the Kyoto government to arrest people.

He wanted to use this opportunity to put those people who dared to cause trouble in front of Prince An's Mansion into jail, but it turned out that the runners from the Kyoto government office also read the newspaper.

They simply turned a blind eye to the report from Prince An's Mansion. They arrested the man, but as soon as he was escorted to the cell, the housekeeper of Prince An's Mansion left, and then they found an excuse to release him.

........

Royal Palace, Qinzheng Hall.

Emperor Yong was with the second prince Murong Yun, reviewing memorials and teaching him how to handle state affairs.

Now that the crown prince has been deposed, it is only a matter of time before the second prince moves into the Eastern Palace.

Therefore, he wanted to personally teach a generation of wise rulers while he was still alive and energetic.

For Emperor Yong, although Zhaohua was decisive and had the demeanor of a man, she was still a woman after all, and the fact that he allowed her to be regent was just a temporary move.

Now that he is in good health, he should focus on raising his son.

Emperor Yong's eyes accidentally glanced at the half of the Tai Chi jade pendant that Murong Yun was still wearing, and his eyes flashed.

What he didn't say was that on the surface he was training the Second Prince and stopping the outside world from gossiping, but in reality it was all for himself.

He touched the jade pendant hidden in his chest and sincerely hoped that it was real.

Dozens of days have passed now, and in a month or so, he will have a brand new body.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yong looked at Murong Deyun with an even more kind gaze, and said, "My son is so intelligent, he deserves to be the next emperor of Great Yong!"

Murong Yun's face turned slightly red. He had been staying with his father for a while, so he knew his father's intentions. Although he had been loved since he was a child, he had an even more favored brother after all.

Therefore, even to this day, he still couldn't believe that he would surpass the crown prince and become his father's newly trained heir.

In order not to disappoint his father, Murong Yun worked harder, but such efforts required extremely strong self-control. He was naturally casual in nature, so such efforts could only last for seven or eight days at most.

Now, hearing his father's praise, Murong Yun silently despised himself, and then he gathered his spirits and continued to attend to government affairs.

The voices of an old man and a young man discussing government affairs could be heard in the Qinzheng Hall. The originally harmonious and warm scene was successfully interrupted by the sudden appearance of the young eunuch!

Emperor Yong was somewhat dissatisfied and angrily scolded, "Why are you so impatient? Why are you so flustered?"

The young eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling, holding up an unknown object in his hands. He said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, today a publication called 'Da Yong Weekly' suddenly appeared in the capital. It details the story of the corpse hidden in Fangyuan. Now the whole city knows about it!"

Emperor Yong raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding what this meant!

The young eunuch continued to report, "Now, the people of Kyoto have gathered and surrounded the three government offices, demanding a public trial of the Fangyuan corpse case. And more... more..."

"What else..." Emperor Yong said sternly.

"Some people even spontaneously organized themselves to gather in front of the palace, shouting for justice for the victims and for Princess Zhaohua..."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yong punched the imperial desk, causing the memorials on the desk to tilt and fall down instantly.

"How dare they rebel?" Emperor Yong shouted sternly, his face filled with extreme anger, with some blue veins popping out on his forehead.

Murong Yun, who had never seen his father so angry, stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Then Emperor Yong angrily shouted, "What is that thing? Bring it up!"

Su Qi immediately stepped forward, took the newspaper, and spread it flat on the imperial desk. Emperor Yong picked up the newspaper and read it from beginning to end. Then he suddenly slammed the newspaper on the desk and said angrily: "Such provocation is truly ill-intentioned! Investigate!"

"Yes... I obey your command!" Su Qi was about to retreat and mobilize his own forces to investigate the situation, but he heard Emperor Yong suddenly say, "No need. The description is so detailed, he must have been there at the time. Apart from Zhao Hua, I can't think of anyone else..."

"Summon Princess Zhaohua to the palace!" Emperor Yong said with a hint of anger in his voice. Su Qi lowered his head and took the order, but he couldn't help but mourn for Princess Zhaohua in his heart!

However, this matter was not over yet. There was news outside that Prince An had just entered the palace and knelt at the gate of Cikang Palace, crying and complaining that Princess Zhaohua was too bullying.

The Queen Mother couldn't bear it, so she ordered Princess Zhaohua to enter the palace.

Emperor Yong pressed his brows to ease his anxiety. Seeing the worried look on the Second Prince Murong Yun's face, he couldn't help but sigh, "Your sister has really messed up this time..."

Murong Yun's eyes flashed slightly. He had actually heard of this matter.

But he didn't think his sister was wrong. So many bodies were dug out in Fangyuan, but his father still forced them to be suppressed in order to repay Prince An for saving his life.

This is definitely not what a wise ruler would do.

Even if the imperial sister had not pushed for this, there were still survivors rescued from the dungeon, and it was only a matter of time before the news spread to the world.

By then, unless my father takes drastic measures and kills all the survivors, Uncle An will inevitably be condemned by the people of the world.

But those people are his subjects after all. Can the emperor really be so cruel to them?

What is his purpose in protecting Prince An's Mansion?

Half an hour later, when Zhong Ning arrived at the palace gate, he was already surrounded by many people.

They knelt on the ground one by one, shouting "Long Live the Princess" and saying, "Don't be afraid, Princess. We will protect you..."

This made Zhong Ning burst into tears. He stood in front of the carriage, dressed simply, with a figure as thin as a pine tree, waving to the people around him.

(Alas, I also know that my writing is not good, otherwise the data would not have continued to decline, and fewer and fewer people would read it. The main reason I persisted until now is that this is what I wrote in the true sense...)

(The first two books were inspired by other people’s styles, but this is a world I created myself, and it unfolded for me bit by bit…)

(In fact, I don’t know how the plot will develop. I don’t have an outline. I just think about it every day... The story is not perfect... but it is still trying hard to persist...)

(A new day, keep going! Never give up! I will grow with you...?(●′?`●)?...)