Shipin Dalizheng

Emperor Xuanning threw the teacup in anger, and it shattered next to Prince Rui. "That lowly servant again. Since Rong Shi wasn't pregnant, why was she crying and shouting about pushing out a bastard? Whether Rong Shi was deceiving the emperor or not is debatable, but this lowly servant was definitely planning to do so. Does she think the imperial titles are like the vegetables in her garden, something she can easily scheme away?"

For a moment, his disappointment in Prince Rui turned into hatred for the Yao family. If it weren't for this lowly servant's evil thoughts, his son would not have lost his dignity.

"Imply the whole world with the death penalty by slow slicing, to serve as a warning to others. And that Jin Yaohui, behead him as well. Anyone else who brings up the title of Earl of Jian'an in the future will be beheaded. If I don't use capital punishment for too long, these idiots will think I've changed my ways."

The fragrance of the mouth...

Nangong Jing waited for him to finish cursing, then said in a deep voice, "I will follow the emperor's will."

The moment he turned and left the imperial study, he saw Prince Rui's face full of humiliation, as if the first cut of the Lingchi was cutting him.

As he walked out of the imperial study, he heard the irritated shouting from inside, "Get out! You worthless creature. Instead of thinking about sharing my worries and serving the country, you're only interested in these low-class and vulgar tactics."

Nangong Jing took a few quick steps, not wanting to see Prince Rui's face, which was uglier than his dead son's.

After sending the man away, Emperor Xuanning leaned back, still feeling unhappy, "Big Buddy, you said they are all sons, why are others' sons so outstanding?"

He Daban didn't know what to say. Neither agreeing nor disagreeing was a good idea. He said softly, "This is indeed a rather ugly incident. Fortunately, Earl Jian'an was open-minded. Otherwise, he would have been frightened by a lowly servant. The outcome would have been unpredictable. They calculated everything, but they didn't anticipate that Earl Jian'an didn't care about a title at all. He truly deserves to be a prince. He has a broad mind."

Emperor Xuanning became even more depressed after hearing this. "He's just a little prince from a tribe, while Prince Rui is the eldest son of the Emperor of Great Yue. He's so tolerant, if Jing'er didn't have that..."

He Daban poured him another cup of hot tea, seemingly not having heard what Emperor Xuanning said. "Your Majesty, which lady's house are you going to rest with today?"

It was already the 28th day of the lunar year, and the court had been sealed. Emperor Xuanning had more time to rest. Without Concubine Xie's star-sucking magic, he had some energy to favor other concubines.

"Let's go to Qifeng Palace. After all, she has suffered so much injustice for so many years. We should comfort her."

Emperor Xuanning then re-evaluated Concubine Xian's situation in the palace. She was already a high-ranking concubine, so why did Concubine Hui dare to bully her? Perhaps Concubine Xian didn't have a prince, but there were many concubines in the palace who didn't even have princesses. Why did Concubine Hui dare to bully Concubine Xian?

After all, it was Concubine Xian's non-competitiveness that made Concubine Hui think that she was weak and could be bullied. Both Concubine Shu and Concubine Hui only knew how to gain benefits from their natal family, and neither of them knew how to educate their son.

"Big friend, you go to the Chu family in person to collect the debt tomorrow. I want to see how poor the Chu family is."

Overnight, the capital city was in ruins.

The Jingzhao Prefecture has also been sealed and basically no office is open for business. Unless there is an extremely urgent case, no one will go out to conduct business.

The yamen runner on duty posted a notice early in the morning, giving a clear announcement on the true and false young master case that broke out in Jian'an Earl's Mansion the day before.

All three members of the Yao family were executed. Yao was found guilty of patriarch homicide and attempted to confuse the noble son and deceive the court. His crime was unforgivable and he was sentenced to death by slow slicing the next year.

Jin Shizhao believed that he was not the biological father of Earl Jian'an. Since he had severed ties with Madam Rong, he automatically lifted his obligation to provide support, and the original Jin family mansion was confiscated.

From then on, all relations between Rong Tang and Jin Shizhao were severed, and those who made false comments were convicted.

Don’t ask where Jin Shizhao went. The answer is that he was imprisoned with his own son Jin Yaohui. When the executioner goes to work after the New Year to kill people, Jin Shizhao, as a close relative, will have to collect his son’s body.

As for whether he has the ability to collect the bodies, that is not anyone else's business. Whoever pities him will serve him.

This announcement was like a drop of cold water splashed into hot oil, exploding with a crackling sound, and suddenly made the various prefectures in the capital realize something crucial. In the eyes of the emperor, the title of Earl of Jian'an was unimportant; what mattered was Rong Tang himself. Even if someone could provide absolute proof that he was a direct descendant of the Rong family, that would still be dismissed.

Waking up from the warmth again, Rong Tang still felt a little uncomfortable. He used to think that he was fake and had no sense of belonging to the identity of Earl Jian'an. He always felt that he would have to return it to someone one day in the future.

Now he no longer has such thoughts. Whether he is an adopted son or a biological son, he is always his only one. The mansion is his mansion and the family property is his property.

There was a commotion outside. Rong Tang got up and dressed. Not long after, Rong Zhan knocked on the door. "Master."

"What's going on outside?"

"Doctor Zhang and Doctor Mo are fighting!"

This is truly one of the biggest excitements at the end of the year. In ancient times when entertainment was scarce, one would be a fool not to watch it.

He took a homemade boar bristle toothbrush, dipped it in a little green salt, touched a porcelain jar, and ran over to watch the fun while brushing his teeth.

The two old men fought back and forth, you picked my nose, I pulled your ears, and we rolled around on the snow.

Rong Wanli, who was always eager to watch the fun, bared his teeth and shouted, "Doctor Zhang, left, left."

"Dr. Mo, right, right."

Until Zhang Pojun shot out a silver needle and stabbed him, Rong Wanli lay on the snow like a frozen toad.

Zhang Pojun stood up angrily and pointed at Rong Tang, who was foaming at the mouth. "Boy, you be fair. I said that if a person is short of blood, they can replenish it appropriately. As long as they don't die immediately, they can recuperate later and survive. He said that can't be done."

Rong Tang was about to run away when Doctor Mo spoke up, "Feng Liu said..."

"Oh my, please be reasonable and don't bring Miss Feng up."

Rong Tang quickly rinsed his mouth, handed the porcelain pot to Rong Zhan, and squatted on a stone block. "Talk about your respective arguments."

Zhang Pojun spoke first. "I've been arguing with him all night. Last night we were talking about someone with an acute injury. Using surgical sutures to sew up the wound and stop the bleeding would likely save the person."

Divine Doctor Mo said, "I agree with this point."

Zhang Pojun continued, "I also said that if the blood loss is severe, appropriate supplements can be used to maintain basic functions while waiting for nourishment to arrive. He disagreed."

Doctor Mo said, "Your body and hair are all given by your parents. The blood you shed should only be slowly replenished. Why should you replenish someone else's blood? This is against the will of nature."

Zhang Pojun cursed, "What a bullshit harmony! Isn't being alive the greatest harmony of all? Losing a little blood isn't a big deal; you'll recover later. But if you lose too much blood and die right away, wouldn't that be a shame? Boy, tell me, who's right?"

What could Rong Tang say? He knew Zhang Pojun was right in theory, but in practice, not just anyone's blood could be transfused. Explaining blood types and hemolysis to them wasn't something he could explain in a few words. He could only say, "It's a small space here. Find some open space. Then continue the treatment. Afterward, let's go eat."

He had to leave, otherwise he would be entangled and unable to get away.

I could only hear Doctor Mo yelling and cursing from behind, "It's because you're too radical that Master doesn't want you. How can you take saving lives for granted? Do you think I haven't tried? Once, a wounded patient was in front of me, and he couldn't save his life because of excessive bleeding. I tried, I drew my own blood and injected it into his veins, but it was completely useless..."

Rong Tang didn't hear what was said next. At this moment, the only thing on his mind was what Qiu Kui said.

"Although the young master is not Madam's biological son, he has Madam's blood flowing in his veins."

"Madam didn't get pregnant or give birth, but her face was pale, as if she had suffered a severe loss of energy and blood."

"Madam's blood can only keep the young master alive for a few months."