Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 81 This plan is a bit toxic, but I like it
After entering the side hall, Zhu Qizhen sat down and also asked Zhu Qiyu to sit down.

"Your Majesty, how can I sit across from you and have a meal?" Zhu Qiyu quickly shook his head.

"There are only you and me in this palace, what's the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects?" Zhu Qizhen glared, "I am your elder brother, and you are my younger brother, sit down quickly."

Zhu Qiyu bowed again and sat down on the chair.

Zhu Qizhen raised his glass first, and Zhu Qiyu quickly responded. After three glasses of wine, the atmosphere became more harmonious. Zhu Qizhen took a bite of the food and sighed, "Second brother, I am in a difficult situation. It is too difficult! I can only tell you about my troubles. With the current situation in the court and the country, if I make a wrong step, I will probably be doomed."

"Royal brother, it's not...it's not that serious, right?" Zhu Qiyu asked in surprise.

"The Queen Mother has been ruling the country from behind the scenes, you have seen it all." Zhu Qizhen frowned, "I want to do some practical things for the Ming Dynasty, but... hey... the Queen Mother still treats me as a puppet emperor."

Zhu Qiyu smiled slightly: "Royal brother, the Queen Mother is your biological mother after all, she is just worried."

Zhu Qizhen took a sip from his wine glass and glared at Zhu Qiyu: "There are only two brothers here, you and I, why are you pretending? The Queen Mother is my biological mother, so isn't Wu Zetian also the Emperor's biological mother?"

Zhu Qiyu was shocked when he heard this. He did not expect His Majesty to speak so directly. Zhu Qizhen seemed a little drunk and said, "Second brother, you have to help me! We are brothers."

"Royal brother, as long as you say the word, I will do anything for you even if it means death!" Zhu Qiyu bowed.

Zhu Qizhen thought to himself that he still couldn't be close to this brother. He frowned and said, "The Queen Mother's affairs are mainly handled by Huichang Hou. If Huichang Hou can be captured, the Queen Mother's power will definitely be hit hard."

Zhu Qiyu nodded slowly, thinking: "Marquis Huichang has always been strict with himself, and there is really nothing wrong with him. However, if he has no problems, the people around him may not be the same."

"Hey, who? Wasn't his brother beheaded?" Zhu Qizhen said.

"He has a son." Zhu Qiyu said, "And his nephew, Sun Xianzhong's son, is a ruthless man. Why don't we take advantage of him?"

He whispered his plan, and Zhu Qizhen listened and praised it highly.

This plan is a bit cruel, but I like it!
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The sun is scorching, hanging high in the blue sky.

Ding Xiu led a team of Jinyiwei and stood at the street corner. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and flicked it casually, which unfortunately fell on the lapels of several Jinyiwei brothers behind him.

"Tsk tsk, don't tell me, Brother Ding, your sweat tastes quite salty." A fat man in the team smacked his lips and complained with a bitter face, "We have been squatting here for half an hour, what on earth are we doing?"

Before the fat man finished his words, a loud bang was heard from the corner of the street, followed by a sharp scream that pierced the sky.

"Someone's been killed...someone's been killed by a carriage..."

Ding Xiu looked up and saw a carriage speeding past the street corner, knocking an old man flying and falling heavily to the ground. A young man got out of the carriage with a calm face and shouted at the coachman, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and move on!"

The fat man standing behind Ding Xiu was about to rush over to catch him, but was stopped by Ding Xiu: "What are you doing?"

"Someone's dead. Of course we're going to catch the murderer." The fat man answered as a matter of course.

"This is not our business." Ding Xiu's eyes were sharp. "This job should be handed over to Shuntian Prefecture."

Before he finished speaking, a dozen constables rushed out from another alley and quickly captured the young man and the groom on the spot. The young man seemed very arrogant: "Do you know who I am? How dare you arrest me?"

"If someone is killed, we must arrest him, even the Lord!" the constable shouted angrily.

The young man immediately shouted, "My father is the Marquis of Huichang! My father is the Marquis of Huichang! My father is the Marquis of Huichang! How dare you arrest me?"

The dozen or so detectives were obviously a little surprised, but the leading detective still waved his hand and ordered without hesitation: "Take him back!"

Ding Xiu watched the young man being taken away by the Shuntian Prefecture's constables, and a cold smile appeared on his face: "The show begins!"...

Huichang Marquis Mansion.

Sun Jizhong was drinking tea in the pavilion in the backyard, frowning. During this period, the political situation was turbulent, and he felt uneasy. For many years, he had been cautious, fearing that he would be caught.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard, and a young man ran in in a panic, shouting, "Uncle, something bad has happened!"

The man who came was his nephew Sun Lian. After Sun Xianzhong was beheaded, this nephew Sun Lian lived in Huichang Marquis Mansion. Seeing his panic, Sun Jizhong shouted coldly: "What's the matter? You are so flustered. How can you behave so unbecomingly?"

"Uncle, my cousin...he hit someone and killed him." Sun Lian said, "The Shuntian Prefecture police arrested him and the driver."

"What?" Sun Jizhong was shocked.

"It's all my fault!" Sun Lian sighed, "My cousin wanted to go to Feiyan Tower, and I couldn't stop him. I was waiting for him outside, and he came out drunk, got on the carriage and ordered the coachman to gallop, saying that the courtesan likes young men with fancy clothes and horses. I chased after him, but I couldn't catch up, and then the carriage hit an old man and he died on the spot."

Sun Jizhong stood up suddenly and was about to go to Shuntian Prefecture to rescue people, but after taking a few steps, he stopped again.

He only had this one son, and he was at a loss for words for a moment. His son hit someone to death, which was witnessed by many people, and was later taken away by the Shuntian Prefecture constables. It was not that easy to save him.

"Go, invite Lord Yu, the Minister of Justice, to come to me." He waved his hand.

"Yes!" Sun Lian went there in a hurry.

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Shuntian Mansion.

When the prefect Liu Ju came back from the Ministry of Justice, he saw the head of the police Zhang Shun walking back and forth anxiously. Liu Ju glared at him and said, "Zhang Shun, why are you hanging around here if you are not going to handle the case?"

"Sir, you are back." Zhang Shun looked terrified. "We are in big trouble. We just captured Sun Zhen, the son of Marquis Huichang."

"What?" Liu Ju shouted.

Zhang Shun recounted the whole process and helplessly spread his hands: "In that situation, the only thing I can do is arrest people."

Liu Ju nodded: "You are right. Catch him first, and we will have the initiative. If you let him go, you will definitely be reported! However, at this moment, Sun Zhen is a hot potato."

"Sir, the Huichang Marquis' Mansion should have received the news." Zhang Shun said, "But the Marquis' Mansion has not sent anyone to inquire about the news yet."

Liu Ju sat down, took a sip of tea, and frowned: "Why do I feel that this matter is a little strange?"

Just as he was feeling vaguely uneasy, a guard came in hurriedly and reported: "Sir, Lord Yu from the Ministry of Justice sent someone to deliver a message, asking you to go quickly."

"Has the Ministry of Justice been alerted so soon?" Liu Ju was horrified. He turned to Zhang Shun and ordered, "Keep an eye on that man. No one is allowed to see him!"

"Yes!" Zhang Shun nodded solemnly.

Liu Ju did not dare to delay and hurriedly left the hall and headed to the Ministry of Justice.

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