After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

A few days later, inside the Zuo Chengtian Gate of Kaifeng Prefecture, at the headquarters of the Imperial City Division, a group of people escorted two men into the building.

"My Lord, the person is here!"

Wang Yun, the head of the Imperial City Division, walked into a clean room.

Han Ming, dressed in an official robe, was reading a book and sipping tea in the house, enjoying his leisurely life.

"Well, was there any obstruction when arresting people?"

Han's question made Wang Yun shake his head and say no: "But when these guys saw the interceptors from the Imperial City Bureau, they seemed extremely panicked."

Han Ming couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "If you have something to hide, of course you'll be scared."

"Take them to your interrogation room and increase the intensity first, otherwise you won't be able to get the truth out of them if they're too tight-lipped."

Wang Yun became excited when he heard this. He clasped his fists, turned around and ordered his men to take the two men to the torture room. Then there was a burst of shrill wails.

Mr. Han sat upright in the clean room, without moving a muscle, and his expression showed no sign of impatience.

Listening to the painful screams from next door, accompanied by the unique faint smell of blood in the air of the Imperial City Bureau, Han Ming leisurely flipped through the cases that had been tried by the Imperial City Bureau in the past.

"My Lord, this is the finest tea that the government has allocated to the Imperial City Bureau this year. It's a good opportunity for you to try it."

Wang Yun acted like a lackey and personally poured a bowl of tea for Han Ming.

"Don't be polite, sit down and let's chat."

Mr. Han was not disgusted by the other party's flattery. Instead, he asked him to sit down and chatted with him with a smile about the development of the Imperial City Bureau over the years.

"The development of the Imperial City Division is like 'Wang Xiaoer's New Year, each year is worse than the last'!"

"Our dynasty has always treated civil officials well, but these officials always feel that the existence of the Imperial City Bureau is an insult to their eyes."

"During the reign of Emperor Renzong, the leaders of the two chambers of censorship criticized the Imperial City Office. The emperor at the time almost cut our staff in half!"

"It's a pity that we are so loyal to the Song Dynasty and the government, but these civil servants always look down on us. Sigh!"

"..."

This was partly because when Han Ming got married, he gave big red envelopes to these Imperial City officials who did the dirty and tiring work to thank them.

Therefore, the soldiers of the Imperial City Division were very close to Han Ming, believing that he was a clean stream among the court officials and never looked down on them.

So Wang Yun poured out a lot of his grievances and frustrations in front of Han.

"It seems that every family has its own problems!"

Han sighed, wondering whether he should change the development trajectory of the Imperial City Bureau, and then alarm bells started ringing in his heart.

After all, the Imperial City Division was a guard under the emperor and independent of the Three Yamen.

At the beginning, he relied on the endorsement of Emperor Renzong and Empress Dowager Cao to place people in to stir up trouble.

But now it is different. Emperor Shenzong is a person who "does not have the life of Emperor Wu of Wei, but has the disease of Emperor Wu of Wei".

He always looked at all the court officials with a certain degree of scrutiny and suspicion.

If it weren't for his grandfather Han Zhang giving up his position as prime minister to pave the way for himself, Emperor Shenzong would probably have found an excuse to suppress the momentum of the Han Party and the New Deal faction soon.

"Fortunately, the situation in the Song Dynasty is now stable, so we can just be good palace guards."

Wang Yun's words made Han sneer in his heart.

Palace guards?

He didn't believe it. If it were just the palace guards, how could they find out where the Li family members were so quickly?

It seems that these people from the Imperial City Bureau say one thing to one person and another thing to another person!

Han Ming did not interrupt Wang Yun's sigh, and turned his attention to the issue of how to plan the southwest.

. . . . . .

"My Lord, I think it's about time!"

After a long time, listening to the increasingly low roar from next door, Wang Yun clasped his fists and said.

"Go ask them about their situation. I'll be listening right here."

Han Ming did not stand up, still staring at the various types of information handed over by the spies from the Imperial City Bureau.

"Yes!" Wang Yun strode out, and after a burst of execution sounds, his question was heard.

"I ask, you answer. If you answer correctly, your life will be yours. If you answer incorrectly..."

"Then look carefully, this is where it is!"

Wang Yun's cold voice frightened the two men instantly.

"Excuse me, sir!"

"I will tell you everything I know!"

"Yes, yes, yes, sir, please tell us, we will tell you the truth!"

"..."

The panic expressions of the two people rushing to get ahead made Wang Yun and his men sneer at the same time.

The following series of questions allowed Han Ming to finally sort out a big network in his mind.

"How dare the Jiaozhi Li Dynasty extend its hand to the Song Dynasty?"

Mr. Han lay back in the armchair, closed his eyes and began to plan the layout of the entire southwest.

A moment later, Wang Yun handed Han Ming a document with a bloody fingerprint on it.

"My Lord, the trial is over!"

"Well, you guys step back and let me think about it carefully."

Han Ming waved his hand to let Wang Yun and others leave, and sat in this room in the Imperial City Division, thinking.

The two people next door were taken to the cell by the soldiers and detained, waiting for the matter to be over before being dealt with separately.

. . . . . .

"This wealthy merchant family, the Li family, is a spy paid heavily by the Jiaozhi Li Dynasty. Their purpose is to explore the connection between the Song Dynasty and Champa."

"A few days ago, they wanted to kill the Champa delegation and trigger a war between the Song Dynasty and Champa so that they could profit from it, but they failed."

"Once Kaifeng Prefecture had discovered some traces of them, they were ready to abandon their base in the capital and evacuate."

"Unfortunately, the neighbors of the Li family's residence were the first to notice it and report it to the authorities. The Kaifeng Prefecture then followed up on this line of investigation."

"The strange rumors circulating in the capital were also spread by this group of people, hoping to divert everyone's attention."

Han handed the interrogation results of the Imperial City Bureau to Emperor Shenzong for review.

This result made Emperor Shenzong look a little impatient. He stood up from behind the dragon table and paced back and forth in the hall.

"Li Rizun is damned, he actually reached out to the Song Dynasty!"

The Li Rizun mentioned by Emperor Shenzong is the emperor who now rules the Li Dynasty of Jiaozhi, known in history as 'Li Shengzong'!

"Your Majesty, calm down. In fact, there has always been friction between Jiaozhi and the Song Dynasty since the end of Emperor Renzong's reign."

"It's just that the previous battle against Xia made them realize the gap, so they turned south to attack Champa."

"Why don't we invite the Champa envoys and tell them what we've found so they can report it back home."

"In this case, Champa will have to fight a decisive battle with Jiaozhi. This will allow Champa to buy time for us and make plans."

Han's words made Emperor Shenzong feel warm in his heart and he nodded vigorously.

"Alright, summon the Champa envoy to an audience immediately!"

Emperor Shenzong was also a decisive person who did what he said.

Han Ming held his chin and began to think about how to take back Jiaozhi, which had split away from him at the end of the Tang Dynasty.

This time is different from Western Xia. Most of the people in Jiaozhi are unwilling to submit to the king. If you want to make them surrender, you must be very hard-working and take ruthless measures.

Thinking about the historical Battle of Song and Yue in Xining during the reign of Emperor Shenzong, Han's face darkened. It seemed that it would be right to find a ruthless person to march south!