good season

Censor Jin's face turned pale. He was always eloquent in the court, but now his voice was trembling.

"Who is it? Do you know who took you away?"

Nephew Jin gnashed his teeth and said, "Why didn't you acknowledge me for so many years? I am obviously your eldest son, but you treat the son born by that bitch as a treasure. Are you worthy of me and my mother?"

Censor Jin had no time to care about these things. He had to first repel foreign aggression and then stabilize the country.

"Come on, tell me, who is that person?"

The pair of hands that usually held the pen now tightly grasped the shoulders of Jin's nephew like eagle claws. Jin's nephew felt pain. A fifteen-year-old boy is at the age of rebellion, not to mention that he suddenly knew his own life experience, and his heart was full of grievances and anger.

There is a difference between the old and the young. He is the eldest master in the mansion, and everything in the mansion should belong to him.

But now, he is just a nephew, and the children of officials in the capital are too disdainful to take him to play. In their eyes, he is a country bumpkin, a poor guy who comes to seek refuge with his relatives.

He was furious and struggled to break free from Censor Jin's grip and even pushed him. Censor Jin was just a scholar and the grip had already exhausted all his strength. He was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by his beloved nephew.

The eldest nephew did not lend a hand to help him, but looked down at him condescendingly: "Kick that bitch and her son out right now, and register me under your name. I want to be the eldest son!"

Censor Jin didn't understand what was wrong with his always obedient nephew, but he couldn't care less and had to say, "Okay, okay, tell me first, who arrested you?"

When Nephew Jin saw that he agreed so readily, he knew that he was trying to put him off.

Those people were absolutely right, his cheap father was a hypocrite.

He was obviously the eldest son of Jin, and he could have a bright future, but now, he had become a poor relative who had to beg for money, and if he wanted to spend money, he had to ask that bitch for it.

Humiliation, so humiliating!
The young man's eyes almost burst into flames, he glared at Jin Yushi: "If you go to the Thunder God Temple, you will know who arrested me. I tell you, they are all kind-hearted people, good people who are seeking justice for me!
If you don't go, not only will they tell the Earl of Yan'an about this, I will also go and complain to the emperor, saying that you raped my eldest sister-in-law, you..."

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Jin Yushi covered his mouth and said in an almost pleading voice: "Be good, good boy, your father will definitely treat you and your mother well, I will leave the city now, I will go to the Thunder God Temple now!"

Censor Jin left as soon as he said he would. The city gates were already closed at that hour, but it didn't matter. He was an official appointed by the imperial court and could leave the city with his official pass.

As for whether he would be criticized, Censor Jin could no longer care about that. The most urgent thing was to find out who wanted to harm him.

Yes, silver. People die for money and birds die for food. Those people wanted to blackmail him just for the silver.

"Ah Zhong, tell the accountant to prepare 10,000 taels of silver. I need it tomorrow."

Censor Jin didn't even take Ah Zhong with him, and got on the sedan chair and left the city.

Censor Jin's original wife, whose maiden name was Tao, had been dealing with some incidents at the farm in recent days, and Mrs. Tao had been there to deal with the aftermath. She had just returned to the capital today, when she heard that her nephew was missing. She had no time to rest, and sent people to look for him everywhere. Censor Jin complained to her for this, blaming her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as the mistress of the house.

Now that the person has finally returned, Mrs. Tao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she sat down, the maid came in hurriedly: "Madam, the master has left the house, and he didn't even take Ah Zhong with him. Oh, Ah Zhong just told me that the master asked the accountant to prepare 10,000 taels of silver. There is no one in the accountant's office right now, so Ah Zhong asked me to tell you to prepare the silver, because the master will need it tomorrow."

Mrs. Tao was stunned. The accountant was different from other servants in the mansion. He did not stay on duty at night. This was not only the case in the Jin Mansion, but also in other mansions in the capital.

Is there something urgent that requires you to prepare money so late at night?

Besides, who would have 10,000 taels of silver lying around?
Isn't a banknote okay?
The more Mrs. Tao thought about it, the more confused she became. She said to the maid, "Go and tell Xiaoliu to go to Mr. Li's house right now and ask him to go to Wanjinhao early tomorrow morning and withdraw 10,000 taels of silver from the account and bring it back to the mansion. Then ask the housekeeper to arrange a few guards to escort Mr. Li to Wanjinhao tomorrow."

The maid went out in response, but Mrs. Tao was not sleepy at all. She took out a purse from her bosom.

This was a young man who was thrown into the carriage when we entered the city today. The boy was thin and small, and in the blink of an eye he slipped into the crowd like a loach.

Before she had time to open the purse, she saw people from the mansion. Of course, they were not there to pick her up at the city gate, but to look for her nephew. Only then did she realize that her nephew was missing. She became anxious and forgot about the matter of the purse.

She opened her purse and found a note with a line of small words on it:
Jin Zhu, his father is Jin Long and his mother is You Bilian.

Mrs. Tao was stunned!

Her eyes fell on the name Jin Long. This was her husband!

Why is he Jin Zhu's father?

Is this someone making things up to sow discord, or
Mrs. Tao held the paper tightly in her palm until her sweat soaked the ink stains on the paper. Then she walked to the lamp and turned the paper into ashes.
Censor Jin hurried out of the city and got off the sedan chair before reaching the Thunder God Temple.

Worried that those people would mistakenly think that he brought someone with him, he specifically told the sedan bearers not to follow him.

Of course, he didn't want anyone else to know about this.

This Thunder God Temple has been abandoned for many years and has long become a shelter for homeless beggars.

Before Censor Jin walked in, several crows flew out from inside, circling in the air with strange cries, and were reluctant to leave.

Censor Jin was startled and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Suddenly, with a bang, the two dilapidated doors of the Thunder God Temple closed behind him.

"Who, come out, this is weird and strange, I don't believe in it, come out quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several dark shadows appeared silently in front of him and surrounded him.

"It's you. You are the ones playing tricks, right? Who are you?" Censor Jin said in a trembling voice.

"You don't deserve to know who we are. You just need to know that we know all the dirty things between you and your cousin's wife. Jin Zhu is the child of you and your sister-in-law. I'm afraid there are many people in the capital who will be interested in this matter."

Censor Jin tried his best to remain calm: "You have no evidence, you are just making up lies."

The men laughed loudly, "No evidence? Do you think the Earl of Yan'an will let this be without evidence? For one hundred taels of silver, will anyone be willing to testify that they saw your brother and sister-in-law committing adultery? If one hundred taels is not enough, then five hundred taels, one thousand taels, the Earl of Yan'an can give it."

Censor Jin has been in the officialdom for many years and he knows what's going on without these people reminding him.

Even if there is no witness, his reputation will be ruined as long as this matter gets out.

He is the censor, and reputation is the censor's confidence!
"Tell me how much money you want. If Earl Yan'an can give, I can give too!"

Those people laughed even louder: "Hahaha, since what you give can also be given by Earl Yan'an, why should we come to you? You are not a good thing, and you are not as pleasing to the eye as Earl Yan'an."

These people actually said that he was not as good as the scumbag Yan'an Bo who favored his concubine and killed his wife. It was simply an insult to him!
But now, Censor Jin could only grit his teeth and bear it. He was racking his brains to convince these people, but at this moment, suddenly a black shadow fell from the sky.

Something hit Censor Jin hard on the head and he passed out.

When he woke up, he was already in his own sedan chair.

"Why am I here?" The sedan bearer said, "Two people just carried you here. They said you fainted on the side of the road."

Censor Jin was shocked. How come he was sent back when he hadn't even reached an agreement with these people?

It was not until then that he felt the burning pain on his buttocks. He was about to reach out to touch it, but found something under his buttocks. When he took it over, he found it was a memorial.

Unfortunately, it was too dark in the sedan chair and the words on it could not be seen clearly, so Censor Jin had to return home first.

After returning home, he went straight to the study. Ignoring the pain in his butt, he quickly took out the memorial. After reading only a few lines, his head began to buzz!
Prince Liang!

It turned out to be the Prince of Liang!
He staggered a few steps and grabbed the corner of the table to avoid falling.

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder they don’t even want silver. It’s not that these thieves have big appetites, but what they want is not silver at all.

Censor Jin sat there for a long time. Then he thought of something and picked up the memorial. He broke out in a cold sweat again after taking a look at it.

Although everyone uses the Taige style when submitting memorials, there are slight differences in the handwriting.

For example, this one is clearly in his handwriting.

Yes, if Censor Jin was not sure that he had never written it, one would even think that it was written by him.

It’s so scary, the other party is so scary.

Not only did she know about his relationship with his sister-in-law, but she could even imitate his handwriting exactly.

He didn't know how those people would retaliate against him if he didn't do what they said.

Report the Prince of Liang's Mansion to the Emperor and the Embroidered Uniform Guards. Yes, the Prince of Liang is dead, and the Crown Prince of Liang will not live long. Now the Prince of Liang's Mansion is in disarray. Take advantage of this time to report them. What should you report? Of course, you cannot report that they are threatening the court officials, otherwise you will say that they are plotting a rebellion!
Yes, Prince Liang’s Mansion intends to rebel!
He rushed to the desk excitedly. He wanted to report it now, immediately.

But when he picked up the pen, he was stunned again.

Rebellion in Prince Liang’s Mansion?
Who is rebelling?
Did the Prince of Liang come back to life? Or did the Prince of Liang come back to life?

By the way, there is a second young master in Prince Liang’s mansion. Yes, say that he was the one who plotted a rebellion.

The second son is not young anymore, maybe sixteen or seventeen, he is old enough to rebel, but...
But even he himself didn't believe this possibility!

As soon as the Crown Prince of Liang died, the Second Young Master would be the next King of Liang. Why did he rebel instead of inheriting the throne?

It would be great if Prince Liang was still alive. That way he could frame Prince Liang for treason, and the emperor would definitely believe it.

King Liang died too early.

But then he thought, what if King Liang was not dead?
The people in Prince Liang's mansion dared to threaten him openly, so they must have made all the preparations.

Wouldn't they have thought he would report it?
I am afraid that if I don't do what they say at the court tomorrow morning, the affairs between me and my sister-in-law will spread throughout the capital.

Ordinary thieves don't have this ability, but the Liang Palace.
They don't have to spread the news throughout the capital. As they said themselves, it will be enough to let the Earl of Yan'an know.

Censor Jin slumped on the desk like a deflated ball.

The next day is the Wangchao Festival, when all civil and military officials gather in the court.

In the past, every new moon and fifteenth day of the lunar month, Censor Jin would be full of energy and arrive at the palace gate early.

Every time this happened, all the civil and military officials would sound the alarm in their hearts, wondering which unlucky guy he was reporting today.

When they looked at Censor Jin, there was panic, fear, and disgust in their eyes.

If looks could kill, Censor Jin would have been covered in blood in the court long ago.

He liked this feeling, wanting to kill him but unable to.

A bunch of trash!
But he cannot do without this group of trash. It is this group of trash that has built a ladder for him to succeed, allowing him to stand out from countless poor scholars and become a loyal and iron-blooded minister in the eyes of the world. One day, he will become a famous minister and his name will be recorded in history.

But today, Censor Jin didn't want to go to court.

He had no choice but to go.

Looking at the towering palace, Censor Jin was daunted. Infinite fear rose in his heart. He wanted to escape and hide in a place where no one in Prince Liang's mansion could find him.

But no, no!
His buttocks ached slightly, and he suddenly remembered that he had not looked at his buttocks since last night.

He fell asleep on his desk last night. Before dawn, A Zhong came to call him. He hurriedly put on his official robe and went out. His head was still dizzy until he sat in the sedan chair.

The pain in his buttocks was much lighter today, but it still hurt. After court was dismissed, he would definitely ask the doctor to take a good look at him.

Censor Jin was lost in thought and had unknowingly entered the hall.

While the emperor had not arrived yet, he quietly looked around with the corner of his eyes. He wondered how many of the civil and military officials in the court were spies from the Prince of Liang's Palace.

Prince Liang must have spies in the court, and there must be people in the court who have been bribed by Prince Liang's Palace. Not only Prince Liang, but all the eight kings are like this. So when he speaks for Prince Liang, there will be people in the court who will respond. Yes, they will definitely respond. The people in Prince Liang's Palace have already made all arrangements.

If he didn't do what they said, they would deal with him.

The emperor finally went to court, and then people from various government offices came to report to the emperor. Censor Jin was absent-minded. What those people said was nonsense, and he didn't care what they were saying.

Until he heard the emperor say: "My dear ministers, do you have any more books?"

His body trembled violently, and all the joints in his body seemed to be driven by countless invisible ropes. He left the team and walked forward.

"Your Highness, Jin Long, has a memorial to submit—"

Everything around me became quiet, and the boot hanging over my head was finally about to fall. I wonder who it will hit today?

It doesn’t matter who he is, as long as it’s not me.

All the civil and military officials in the court looked at Censor Jin. If their gazes were arrows, Censor Jin would have been pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows.

Jin Yushi held his head high and said loudly: "Confucius said: The nature of heaven and earth is that man is the most precious. There is no greater virtue for a man than filial piety, and there is no greater filial piety than a strict father" (End of this chapter)