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Chapter 1084: The Ruined King Jing, the Origin of Dao Ye
There is a saying in later generations that any trouble comes from your perception of the world.

Jiang Qingzhi thought this was just chicken soup at first, but after experiencing life and death, he felt that this was absolutely true.

The world is in your eyes and within your reach. What the world looks like does not depend on the world itself, but on your perception of the world.

Everyone has a different opinion of the same person. It’s not that the person is changeable, but that everyone has a different perception of the person.

Everyone is different. The differences between people actually come from their different perceptions of the world.

In Jiang Qingzhi's eyes, being an undercover agent means being a fearless person.

"Silly!"

Xu Wei sighed, Sun Chonglou glared at him, Xu Wei said: "Everyone has weaknesses. If you find this person's weakness, you can slaughter him. Why do you need to be an undercover agent?"

The word "undercover" was just popularized by Jiang Qingzhi to this group of unsophisticated people.

"Sun Ying is lustful." Sun Bu Tong said.

"Look, what a simple thing." Xu Wei said, "Lu Bing was too immature back then."

Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "He is a little immature, but he is more eager to make achievements."

……

"If I had taken my time back then, I would have gotten evidence sooner or later, as Sun Ying was lustful and used women as a matchmaker. After Dou Xin was killed, Sun Ying became alert and it was difficult for him to take action now."

Lu Bing's regretful voice was heard in the Jinyiwei lobby.

……

"My Lord, what should we do next?" Xu Wei asked.

"I'll go to the palace first."

Jiang Qingzhi narrowed his eyes, "This matter actually involves the palace coup that happened that year. I have to report it to His Majesty."

The Taoist priest is drinking tea.

Jiang Qingzhi was listening to the piano outside the palace and said, "Who is playing the piano? Why does it sound a bit feminine?"

Zhang Tong looked at him sympathetically and said, "It's Concubine Lu Jing."

Tsk! It was her? Thinking of King Jing's current reputation, Jiang Qingzhi felt a little numb.

After entering the hall, the Taoist priest was drinking tea, and Concubine Lu Jing, who was rarely seen in Taoist robes, looked quite pretty, and was playing the piano at the side.

"His Majesty."

Jiang Qingzhi saluted.

"sit."

The Taoist nodded, Jiang Qingzhi sat down, squinting his eyes and listening to the music.

When the song ended, Concubine Lu looked up and said, "I'm sorry to show you my ugly side."

"Not bad." said the Taoist.

Concubine Lu raised her eyebrows, "Chang Wei Bo said the sound of the piano is quite feminine, can you play a song?"

I haven’t even touched a guqin before… Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, “I just said it casually.”

"Are you just saying this casually?" Concubine Lu picked up the teacup and took a sip with a smile.

King Jing went south to hang out with his cousin, and earned the "reputation" of being the second God of Killing, known as the Bloodthirsty Prince.

Does a bloodthirsty prince have a hope of inheriting the throne?
Have!
If the emperor had no second son.

But Prince Yu is still the boss.

The news came that Concubine Lu had been ill for several days.

It was said that she had not eaten for several days, and the imperial physician said that her will to live was weak.

In the end, it was the Taoist priest who stepped in personally and said something that cheered her up.

The instigator of this incident was Jiang Qingzhi.

Concubine Lu Jing had only this one son, and she raised him with great care, and wanted to bring him into the Eastern Palace.

When the reputation of bloodthirstiness spread, Concubine Lu Jing's hopes for half her life were shattered.

To be honest, the person Jiang Qingzhi least wanted to see in the capital at this moment was Concubine Lu Jingfei.

He felt guilty for a rare moment.

"But is there something wrong?" The Taoist seemed unaware of the undercurrent between the two of them.

"It's about the palace coup that year..."

The Taoist frowned. Jiang Qingzhi was stunned and thought, didn't Lu Bing come to report?

……

"I feel guilty about this."

Lu Bing said to Shen Lian: "If Your Majesty punishes me for this, I will accept it happily."

……

After listening to Jiang Qingzhi's report, the Taoist stroked his beard and said, "Sun Ying..."

"I know this man. He is quite lustful." Concubine Lu Jing said and glanced at Jiang Qingzhi.

Prince Yu was also lustful. Compared to him, Prince Jing seemed like a perfect man.

But who made King Jing born late?
Jiang Qingzhi complained in his heart.

"Lu Bing is greedy for merit!"

Even though they had been apart for many years, Daoye still accurately sensed Lu Bing's mentality, "Since this matter involves the royal family, you go and handle it."

This was exactly what Jiang Qingzhi was thinking, "Your Majesty, do you have a purpose?"

How far has this matter progressed and what level has it involved?

The Taoist said coldly: "Traitor!"

Jiang Qingzhi understood immediately. The Taoist said, "Wait outside. I will send someone to help you later."

Jiang Qingzhi then took his leave.

After he left, Daoye asked, "Old Four still hasn't gone to your place?"

"That day, I slapped him in the face, and I never came again." Concubine Lu Jing was weak in a rare moment, "I risked my life to give birth to him, can a slap in the face cancel out the mother-son relationship? That rebellious son."

"That kid." Daoye smiled and said, "He was afraid that you would nag him, so he took this opportunity not to go."

Concubine Lu Jing raised her eyebrows, "The good things he did have spread all over the palace. It is said that he killed people in the south without blinking an eye. He had to eat two pairs of hearts and livers every day, and they had to be alive. He ate one with sauce and fried the other. I feel sick when I hear this. What do those people think?"

How will Lao Si live in the future? "Being scared of others is often better." The Taoist's words are meaningful. "This is fate, it is destined by God."

——It is the rule to establish the eldest son as the leader.

Concubine Lu lowered her head, her eyes complicated, "I know the rules, but...I don't ask Your Majesty to favor the Fourth Prince, I just ask to give him a chance. Now that this opportunity is suddenly gone, how can I feel?
Thinking of the separation between mother and son, and the fact that we will never see each other again until death, I wish I could die right now."

The princes were not allowed to leave their fiefdoms without the emperor's order. Most of them lived in their fiefdoms for their entire lives and never had the chance to see their mothers again.

"You have always been strong, which is one of the reasons why I let you take charge of the harem. The harem was in a state of flux back then, and I had no time to take care of other things, so you were the one who supported me. What I admire most about you is your tenacity."

"That was because I had hope in life at that time." Concubine Lu Jing's eyes were sharp. "The fourth son was my hope. Now that hope is gone, what's the point of me living?"

"What do you want to hope for?" asked the Taoist priest in a deep voice.

Concubine Lu remained silent.

Huang Jin's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he wished a crack would appear on the ground so he could crawl into it.

"Your servant..." Concubine Lu Jing hesitated.

"Does it have to be that position?" Daoye's eyes were deep. "Everyone is fighting for it. What they are fighting for is just the power that the position represents. Qingzhi once said that power is a double-edged sword, hurting others and yourself. For those who cannot grasp power, that position is hell for them."

The Taoist looked at Concubine Lu Jing and said softly, "I have been in hell for more than 30 years and I am in great pain."

"Your Majesty!" Concubine Lu looked up, somewhat surprised.

"Curious, right?" Dao Ye smiled. "In your eyes, I am playing with the prime minister and officials at my fingertips, and I seem to be enjoying it. But behind it are all calculations, all racking your brains, all anxiety... What kind of fun is this? This is torture! It is hell!"

"If I could choose again, I..." Daoye closed his eyes, "I would not go to the capital. I would rather be my own vassal king in Anlu. Even if it means sitting in a well and looking at the world, as long as I can accompany my mother every day, it is enough!"

Concubine Lu Jingfei didn't expect that Emperor Jiajing would think this way, and she was stunned.

"Mother has always been in good health, because of me... I had a hard time in those years. If it weren't for mother's help, I would have been defeated by that woman and Yang Tinghe. It was also during those years that mother seemed open-minded and optimistic, but secretly she was worried about me..."

The Taoist said quietly, "Thinking hurts the spleen. Mother's eating less and less later on was caused by this."

"Your Majesty has been looking for spleen and stomach prescriptions for these years. So it's for this?"

"Yes." Daoye's eyes were more gentle, "My mother is gone, but I always think...she is always here. She is in this palace, nearby, watching me all the time, watching how her son rules this Ming Dynasty."

Concubine Lu Jing did not feel afraid, but instead felt a deep compassion.

"No need to sympathize with me." Daoye noticed her emotions and shook his head, saying, "This is all fate. I am destined to be an emperor, and my mother is destined to leave me early. I am looking for a prescription to treat my spleen and stomach disease, not to comfort myself, but for..."

Dao Ye raised his head and looked at the dome.

"I'm just afraid of forgetting my mother."

"When my mother was still here, I had a place to go. Now that she's gone..."

……

When Sun Ying died, the marquis's mansion held a grand funeral, with people coming to pay their respects in an endless stream every day.

Sun Ying's sons asked about the murderer whenever they had time.

"Lord, Dou Jialan is now imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice. It is said that he has good food every day. In addition, the bedding in the cell is all new."

The steward was ordered to find out the news and brought back the news that made Sun Ying's sons furious.

"How dare the Ministry of Justice favor her?" The eldest son Sun Jia cursed, "She is so cold after she leaves. You bastard."

The second son, Sun Hu, said, "Brother, how about... we go to the Ministry of Justice and make a scene."

Sun Jia sneered and shook his head, "It's still the mourning period, and we will be criticized if we make trouble. Besides, Jiang Qingzhi is waiting to find something to hold against us. Don't act rashly."

"Are we just going to let that woman get away with it?"

“Xiaoyao?” Sun Jia looked at his brothers, then at the dozen or so bastards hiding on the side, and whispered, “You guys don’t know the connections in the Marquis’ Mansion, just wait…”

Sun Jia went to the study, wrote more than ten pieces of paper, and asked someone to deliver them.

Later, someone sent a reply.

"My uncle said that this is my duty!"

"My Lord has ordered that if Jiang Qingzhi dares to take action, he will be impeached in the court."

"..."

After everyone left, Sun Jia said to his brothers, "This is just the beginning."

Sun Hu said bitterly: "Brother, I want to make Dou Jialan unable to die or live!"

"I will." Sun Jia's eyes became more fierce.

"Dalangjun!"

An anxious voice came.

"What's the matter?" Sun Jia stood up and asked.

A servant came in and said, "Master, the gambling house... the gambling house has been raided."

"What?" Sun Jia was stunned. "Who dares?"

"It's Jiang Qingzhi's people."

"Who?"

"That Ashura."

……

"Is there still any law under the emperor's feet?"

The gambling house is very big and it is in chaos at the moment.

Dozens of soldiers took control of the situation. The manager was brought over and looked at the thugs lying on the ground groaning, and he couldn't help but get angry.

This gambling house has been open for many years and no one has ever dared to cause trouble, so the manager has become more tolerant.

Sun Chonglou stood with his sword in hand, "Tell me, what shameful things did Sun Ying do here? Also, who else is involved in the gambling house?"

"Kill him if you dare... Ouch!"

Sun Chonglou only slapped the manager once, and half of his face turned into a pig's head.

The steward fell to the ground howling in pain.

There has to be a method to do things, such as threats and inducements.

But who is Sun Chonglou?
Never talk too much if you can take action.

Sun Chonglou drew his sword and chopped it down without hesitation.

"I would like to say..."

(End of this chapter)