The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 311 You idiot!

After saying these words, Yu Tingwan walked away, completely ignoring the expressions on the Yao family's faces.

Nothing else happened along the way.

There is a stone tablet in front of the tomb, engraved with the identity of the crown prince. After the tablet is opened, the coffin is placed inside, followed by another complicated ceremony.

The ninth princess, who shared the same mother, bid farewell to the crown prince on behalf of the emperor and empress.

Then came the princes, their wives, other princesses, and then the officials and their wives.

Finally, they all offered incense, paid their respects, and paid their respects to the portrait hanging in the tomb.

Once everything was over, everyone withdrew.

As the tomb closed tightly, the Ninth Princess could no longer hold back her sobs and burst into tears.

"Brother Royal."

She turned her head and stared intently at the Fifth Prince, Ying Yin.

"It's all you!"

"It was because you imprisoned the first group of servants sent by the Emperor to Ze County to find Elder Ge that my elder brother was not treated in time."

"You wanted to be the crown prince, and you felt that my elder brother was in your way, so you harmed him!"

"If they can scheme against the Crown Prince today, they'll probably turn on the Emperor tomorrow!"

That's a very sharp remark.

Ying Yin's expression darkened.

It was something he did, and he acknowledged it.

But he never did it!!

"Ninth Imperial Sister".

“This matter has nothing to do with me. I dare to swear before my brother’s tomb and before all the civil and military officials that if I took those people away, may I be struck by lightning.”

The Ninth Princess wouldn't listen to that.

"Where's the evidence?"

"All the evidence points to you!"

"The Ministry of Justice, the Court of Judicial Review, and the Prefectural Government have thoroughly investigated and cleared your name!"

"Can you be innocent?"

The truly innocent Ying Yin: ...

He had his hands behind his back.

The blame lies here.

Ying Yin looked around.

These past few days he has been thinking about who has the ability to frame him.
Is it a force within the court, or one he doesn't even know about?

Yes.

He suspected everyone.

But they were all rejected one by one.

Either they lack the motivation, or they lack the ability.

But! Wei Zhao was not within his consideration.

After all, Wei Zhao was physically weak and was unable to contact the Wei family army at the time.

Finally, Ying Yin got the answer.

Have you ever heard the story of a thief crying "Stop thief!"?
He suspected that it was the Crown Prince Yingyi who did it, that he wanted to harm him! The imperial physician said that the Crown Prince would live for a few more years, but he did not survive.

They went too far and caused this situation.

“The innocent are innocent. If Father Emperor really thinks it was me who did it, do you think I would still be standing here safely? I will not argue with you. My brother has just been buried. Let him rest in peace.”

After saying that, he walked out.

The Ninth Princess was surprised that Ying Yin was so arrogant and was about to chase after him.

"Princess."

Gu Fuju cupped his hands and said, "If you have any complaints, go to His Majesty. The late Emperor, the retired Emperor, and all the emperors of past dynasties are here. It is inappropriate to cause trouble at the imperial mausoleum."

He was a high-ranking official in the court, and his words carried weight.

The Ninth Princess held her breath and endured it.

Gu Fuju walked out of the palace with a leisurely gait.

The ministers around him bowed to him, and he simply nodded in response.

He walked toward one place and finally stopped.

When Lord Zhou saw it was him, he quickly bowed respectfully.

"What are your orders, sir?"

Gu Fujiu: "There's no need for all that. Lord Zhou's respect for me is nothing more than a facade."

These words...

Lord Zhou's forehead was covered in sweat.

"This humble official dares not, this humble official is guilty."

Gu Fuju stared at him intently. "What crime have you committed?"

Lord Zhou was stunned.

He didn't know either.

Gu Fujiu: "How many years have you served as the Minister of Works?"

Lord Zhou panicked and hurriedly replied, "Three years."

Gu Fuju may seem gentle, but his words are quite cold.

"You're already inexperienced, and the roof beam broke during the project before the new year—you've made mistakes. Yet the Emperor is willing to use you. But if you also have a gossipy, vulgar wife who only knows how to cause trouble, do you think you can hold onto your position?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lord Zhou was trembling with fear. He turned to look at Madam Zhou, who was too frightened to speak, and his innocent daughter, Zhou Yurou.

He grabbed Madam Zhou and pulled her over.

"You idiot, what have you done now!"

Mrs. Zhou: "This..."

"Say!"

Things have been calm for the past few days.

Jiashan did not make things difficult for her, and Madam Zhou still held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Gu family would not hold it against her.

But who would have thought that they would be waiting here!

Madam Zhou: "I really didn't know that Madam Yu was a daughter of the Gu family. Considering her humble origins, I thought that since a daughter of the Gu family had once been interested in General Wei, it would only benefit our Rou'er if she could befriend her. So I said some unpleasant things to Princess Jiashan. My intentions were good; I was just trying to appease her, but who would have thought..."

"Shut up!"

"You really dare to say anything!"

If they weren't outside, Lord Zhou would have slapped him twice already.

"Regardless of whether that Lady Yu is the Grand Tutor's biological daughter or not, you cannot offend her as the young mistress of the Duke of Shun's mansion!"

"You think you're smart? Everyone else is stupid?"

"Watch your mouth!"

"I may be a Minister, but I'm the lowest-ranking of the Six Ministries. I have to bow and scrape to everyone I see. Which of the Duke of Shun's mansion or the Grand Tutor's mansion can I afford to offend?"

He shouted angrily, "You stupid woman, if you ruin my plans, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Madam Zhou was so frightened that she didn't dare to utter a single word.

Lord Zhou was extremely uneasy when he thought of Gu Fuju's words.

The project went wrong before the new year, and he should have been executed, but Emperor Yingqian spared his life.

Is it because he's capable?
No.

Once this position became available, all factions wanted to fill it. However, Emperor Yingqian did not want to be constrained, and until he had a suitable candidate under his command, he had no choice but to use him for the time being.

Without hesitation, he said, "Tomorrow you will all come with me to apologize to the young mistress of the Duke of Shun's mansion!"

Mrs. Zhou: ? ?
She didn't want to.

She's just a young girl!

I'm afraid they won't even be able to recognize all the characters.

The Gu family is really strange!
Aren't you ashamed? You still want to acknowledge it back.

She still secretly looked down on Yu Tingwan and wanted to say something, but when she met her husband's stern eyes, she fell silent.

Lord Zhou was still in a bad mood, and looked at Zhou Yurou with his anger undiminished.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Yurou quickly said in a low voice, "I will definitely adopt a humble attitude and hope that the General's wife will forgive me."

Seeing her like this, Lord Zhou's anger subsided somewhat.

"Fortunately, you are sensible."

"When you marry into the Chu family, you must be careful in your words and deeds, and never follow your mother's example."

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The funeral procession arrived on foot.

But now that the ceremony is over and they've left the imperial mausoleum, carriages from various mansions are waiting outside.

He Xuran was stopped by the Ninth Princess halfway there.

The Ninth Princess said coldly, "I heard that Imperial Censor He has brought Yang Weiwen back to the capital?"

She scoffed slightly.

"He offended me, didn't you know?"

He Xuran: "I know."

"Princess is of noble birth; one can only imagine how difficult it is for a poor family to support a scholar."

“Yang Weiwen’s knowledge and abilities are beyond reproach; he is a capable minister. It would be a waste of his talents to place him in Ze County.”

The Ninth Princess didn't take it to heart.

What is a poor family?
In her eyes, they were nothing more than cats and dogs; she would give them a treat if they pleased her, but those who went against her would have to bear the consequences.

She took a liking to Yang Weiwen and wanted to make him her son-in-law. Yang Weiwen should have knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express his gratitude.