The prince is more stable

Chapter 6 Getting Tighter
A prince who does nothing, is arrogant and licentious, and never cares about politics, but is afraid that politics will care about him.

Such a person was actually accused by the censor of two serious crimes, each of which was very serious.

Zhao Xiaoqian was depressed. He had just traveled through time and had not had time to enjoy the extravagant and licentious life of the Crown Prince of Chu, but life dealt him a big blow first.

Faced with Zhao Xiaoqian's question, Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly flickered.

This flashing look happened to be caught by Zhao Xiaoqian, who was shocked.

"You wouldn't really, really steal..."

The fat on Zhao Hao's face trembled slightly. He glanced out of the carriage guiltily, his face flushed as he whispered in protest: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about! What is stealing? ... 'Stealing', do you understand? Stealing jade is elegant. You are not a fish, how can you know how happy a fish is when it throws its eggs..."

Zhao Xiaoqian: “…………”

I really want to bang my head against the wall to wake up. My three views in my mind are already shaky.

"What does love have to do with status? As a father, I simply showed some concern for those poor women who have been neglected by officials for years."

"I made them happy, and when they were happy, their relationship with their husbands became more harmonious. I have given so much to their family, what have I done wrong?"

The more Zhao Hao spoke, the more he felt it made sense. His voice became louder and his expression revealed an inviolable sense of justice.

Zhao Xiaoqian subconsciously held his head with both hands, and his three views in the purple palace were shaken again. Stay steady!

"But don't worry, Qian'er. The women I care about are married to low-ranking officials in Bianjing City. This matter should have nothing to do with them. They alone cannot cause such a big disturbance."

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Hao with increasingly complicated eyes.

Divorced middle-aged men are really scary. They are more indulgent than young men. Once they lose their freedom and regain it, they will become crazier than religion.

Then Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly came to his senses.

We’re getting off topic, brother.

The big trouble is about to fall on their heads, but the father and son are still discussing the romantic affair of fish eggs. They deserve to be killed in the future.

"My father is the current emperor's uncle. Why don't we go to the palace and plead with the emperor? Considering we are of the same clan, I believe the emperor will be able to make some concessions, right?" Zhao Xiaoqian said again.

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly a few times and shook his head silently.

Obviously, this road was blocked. Zhao Xiaoqian didn't know why, but he seemed to understand something vaguely.

The family ties within the Heavenly Family are different from those within ordinary families. With so many intricate and complex relationships and grudges, the family ties are probably as thin as paper.

If Zhao Hao went to the palace to petition, he would most likely run into a wall and end up in trouble.

"Father, if the crimes reported by the censor are proven true, what will happen to our Chu Palace?"

Zhao Hao said sadly, "The crime is neither serious nor minor. It's not punishable by death. The Song Dynasty was founded on leniency and rarely uses capital punishment. Moreover, he is a relative of the clan. He will most likely be demoted, have his land and property confiscated, or be exiled."

"Exiled... where?"

Zhao Hao sighed, "Half a year ago, an imperial censor suggested that there were no relatives guarding the Yonghou Mausoleum. The emperor should have sent someone from the royal family, but the emperor has only been in power for a short time and has been busy with state affairs, so the matter has been put on hold for the time being."

"Now that this has happened, if it is confirmed, my entire lineage as the King of Chu might be exiled to the Yonghou Mausoleum, where we will have to guard it for who knows how many years."

Zhao Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not beheaded. As long as he was alive, he had a chance to turn things around.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the driver outside said respectfully, "Your Highness, Crown Prince, the carriage has arrived at the palace."

Zhao Hao suddenly perked up. The 300-pound fat man jumped off the carriage with an extremely agile posture, like a big black rat that had mutated after drinking nuclear waste water, and rushed into the mansion with open arms.

"My dearest, you missed me so much! I've been thinking about you all night. My clothes are getting looser and I've lost weight!"

Zhao Xiaoqian sat in the carriage, sighing with a sad face.

This father really has a big heart.

…………

The King of Chu returned safely from the Zongzheng Temple, and the palace seemed to have regained its former vitality.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. That night, at the royal palace banquet, Zhao Hao was surrounded by his concubines, all laughing and chatting. If it weren't for the period of mourning for the Empress Dowager, given Zhao Hao's personality, he would have already thrown a banquet with singing and dancing for the whole palace.

That night was just a family dinner, so Zhao Hao was very restrained.

In a courtyard not far from the backyard of the palace, Zhao Xiaoqian was alone facing a solitary lamp on the table, lost in thought.

There were too many things he didn't understand. He didn't understand why Zhao Hao was having so much fun after returning home as if nothing had happened. He also didn't understand who the Prince of Chu's Mansion had offended to be stabbed in the back.

When he comes into this world, no matter whether he integrates into his current family and identity or not, one irrefutable fact is that his fate is firmly tied to this family.

One glory and one glory.

To be honest, Zhao Xiaoqian did not want his future to be spent guarding a cold mausoleum and wasting his youth.

Whether it is to save his family or to save himself, Zhao Xiaoqian must do something to save himself and break this situation before the dust settles.

However, the trouble before him was endless and he couldn't think of a solution no matter how hard he tried.

Zhao Xiaoqian sat alone until late at night, but still had no idea. Feeling annoyed, he blew out the candle abruptly.

"go to bed!"

Pretending nothing happened doesn't mean nothing will happen.

The next morning, the palace was in chaos.

A team of runners in black uniforms came to the door. They were very polite and showed all the necessary etiquette, but their words were a bit harsh.

This team of officials was ordered by the Censorate and the Supreme Court to search the palace for any illegal activities.

The two departments jointly enforce the law, and no one dares to stop them, not even a prince.

So Zhao Hao and everyone in the palace opened the doors and allowed the team of officials to enter the palace and search all the halls and rooms.

Zhao Xiaoqian also rushed over after hearing the news. Looking at the team of officials searching the palace, his mood became increasingly heavy.

Zhao Zongsheng was right. As expected, things that the Zongzheng Temple could not handle would only become more serious. Obviously, the Censorate and the Dali Temple took over the matter.

The concubines and servants in the palace stood helplessly in the yard, with panic in their eyes. They all looked at Zhao Hao inquiringly and seeking help.

Zhao Xiaoqian walked to Zhao Hao. Zhao Hao's face looked a little more gloomy than yesterday, but he still forced out a comforting smile towards Zhao Xiaoqian.

The inspectors searched very carefully, leaving no room or corner untouched.

Especially the study room that was specially used by Zhao Hao in the palace. All the books, papers, letters, etc. in the study room were moved out and piled up in the yard.

Some of the officials even knocked lightly on the walls of each room, apparently trying to find out if there was any secret place in the secret room of the palace.

Standing beside Zhao Hao, Zhao Xiaoqian endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "Father, those books and letters in your study..."

Zhao Hao gave him a reassuring look in return: "It's okay, they can't get any evidence against us."

The officers searched for the entire morning and finally ended around noon.

Of course, there was no chaotic scene like in movies and TV dramas. The officers were very polite and well-mannered. They even carefully restored the places they searched to their original state. They only took away all the books and letters in the study.

The study was indeed empty, not a single piece of paper left.

After politely saying goodbye to Zhao Hao and his son, the constables left in a line.

After the search, is that the end of it?
No.

That afternoon, news came from the Dali Temple that all officials of the palace, including the Chief Secretary, the Sima, the Yishan, etc., were summoned by the Dali Temple and were not released until the evening.

Zhao Xiaoqian only felt that the rope around his neck was getting tighter and tighter.

Is there nothing we can do but sit and wait for death?

(End of this chapter)